When the voice came out, the people around were stunned, and looked at Lu Ming with a stunned expression.

Where did this guy come from? He was so bold that he not only severely injured the Holy Wind and took away his storage ring, but now he actually asked the two of them to hand over 50,000 spirit crystals each?

This is nothing short of blatant robbery.

Everyone was already messy, and the two of them were even more stunned, staring at Lu Ming incredulously.

"What did you say?

Another young man from the Holy Family suspected that he had misheard.

In Tianxuan City, someone dared to do this to them? Even the heroes of the Mu family didn't dare.

"I don't want to repeat it, within three breaths, each hand over 50,000 spirit crystals, one!"

Lu Ming directly began to count.

"You... Don't go too far, this is Tianxuan City, not the Eastern Palace, you are looking for death, looking for death!"

The Holy Sky screamed frantically.

"Two!"

Lu Ming didn't pause at all and began to count to two.

"Damn, you guys, hurry up and take down this kid!"

The Sacred Sky yelled at the ironclad sergeants.

However, the ironclad sergeants were indifferent.

They are under the jurisdiction of the palace master of the Tianxuan Division, and they are only responsible for guarding the city gates, and as for the personal grievances of the other emperors and gods, they will not interfere.

"Three!"

At this time, Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.

"Retreat!"

The Holy Sky and another young man of the Holy Family flew back as fast as lightning.

But they are fast, Lu Ming is faster.

Swish!

The spear in Lu Ming's hand was directly drawn.

Bump! Bump!

The barrel of the spear was drawn directly in the faces of the two Holy Sky Saints.

The two screamed and flew away.

"Now, it's not a question of 50,000 spirit crystals!"

Lu Ming strode towards the two of them.

"Lu Ming, you should die, you should die!"

The saint screamed hysterically, only to feel that half of his face was not his own.

"Bold, whoever dares to beat the people of my holy family, look for death!"

At this moment, there was a loud shout from inside the city gate, and immediately, a figure swept over like a gale.

Shout!

Before anyone arrived, a water sword condensed by the flow of water stabbed towards Lu Ming's eyebrows.

In the sword of water flow, there is a powerful artistic conception of water.

Lu Ming's face changed, and this sword made him feel a strong threat.

In an instant, the true element in his body burst out frantically, the artistic conception converged, and a shot stabbed forward.

Touch!

A crisp sound sounded, and Lu Ming found that the sword of water flow was even harder than an ordinary fourth-level spirit soldier, and at the same time, a vast force erupted, Lu Ming's body shook, and he couldn't help but retreat again and again.

At this moment, a figure appeared and appeared beside the two of them.

This is a young man in a blue robe, twenty-five or sixteen years old, handsome, but between his eyebrows, there is a hint of cold arrogance.

"Shengjiang, it's Shengjiang!"

As soon as the young man appeared, there were bursts of exclamations from the side.

"I didn't expect Shengjiang to be nearby, that kid's days are over, Shengjiang set foot in Xiaocheng a year ago!"

"But then again, this kid is really bold, he even dares to fight the heroes of the Holy Family, I heard that he is from the east, and I probably haven't heard of the Holy Family's prestige!"

Some people shook their heads, feeling that Lu Ming was more than lucky.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, you came just in time, this kid actually dares to beat us and insult our holy family, unforgivable, Brother Jiang, you must abolish him for me!"

When Shengkong saw Shengjiang, he was overjoyed and shouted excitedly.

But in response to him, it was a kick from Shengjiang.

Sheng Jiang kicked directly in the face of Shengkong, directly kicking him into confusion.

"A waste, I was beaten so badly by a kid from the east, it's really a shame for my holy family!"

Sheng Jiang glanced at Shengkong coldly, then swept his gaze to Lu Ming, and said, "However, the people of my Holy Family, no matter how wasteful they are, they are not something that outsiders can beat, boy, since you have done it, you have to bear the consequences!"

He looked at him with contempt and a condescending expression.

Lu Ming pursed his lips and sneered: "Oh, according to your meaning, they attacked me, and I can't fight back?

"Of course you can fight back, but if you fight back, you will have to pay a corresponding or worse substitution, what? Do you still need me to do it myself?"

Shengjiang said lightly.

"Nonsense, if you want to do it, do it!"

Lu Ming drank coldly.

Sheng Jiang's face became gloomy, and he said coldly: "Stubborn, don't think that if you can block my move, you can fight with me, it's really naïve, now, I'll let you see the gap between the Xiaocheng King and the low-level king!"

While speaking, a powerful aura erupted from Shengjiang's body.

The breath of the fourfold peak of the Martial King, as well as the artistic conception of the first-level water.

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, a large amount of water suddenly condensed out of the sky.

These streams of water are all converted into handfuls of water between them.

"Kill!"

With a wave of his hand, at least a hundred swords of water flow shot towards Lu Ming.

The Sword of Water pierced through the void, causing an astonishing sonic boom.

Lu Ming's eyes were a little solemn, his palms were held in the void, and between heaven and earth, the infinite power of thunder condensed, forming a series of thunder spears.

"Go!"

Lu Ming waved his hand, and the Thunder Spear flew out, blasting together with those Water Flow Swords.

Bump, bump, bump...

In the sky, there were bursts of roars, and more than a hundred rings rang in a row.

This is the collision of artistic conception and artistic conception!

In the end, the Sword of Water and the Spear of Thunder disappeared together.

The people watching the battle widened their pupils in shock.

Lu Ming, he was able to block Shengjiang's attack, how could this be possible?

"Artistic conception, this is called Lu Ming, the artistic conception of thunder has reached the first level of Xiaocheng, and the strength of the artistic conception is no worse than the artistic conception of Xiaocheng King!"

"Amazing, amazing, in this way, before he breaks through the king of Xiaocheng, there will be no bottleneck, and he can clear all the way, I think, in less than two years, this Lu Ming will be able to reach the king of Xiaocheng!"

The artistic conception is reached first, as long as you accumulate energy, you can break through, but ordinary people, even if they keep refining the best spirit crystal, it will take a year or two.

It's been fast.

"Boy, it turns out that your thunder artistic conception has broken through the first level of small success, no wonder you are so arrogant, but the combat power depends on the comprehensive, and all kinds of factors add up to form a powerful combat power, you and I are still far behind!"

Touch!

Sheng Jiang stepped forward, and the true yuan on his body boiled like substance, like wisps of blue flames beating.

"Slash!"

In Shengjiang's hand, a fifth-level mid-grade spirit soldier battle sword appeared, and the majestic True Yuan and the artistic conception of water converged, and then a sword slashed out.

A crystal blue sword ray, a hundred meters long, slashed down towards the landing sound.

"True Dragon Strike!"

Lu Ming shouted, and also burst out with all his strength, stabbing out with a single shot.

(End of chapter)