After walking out of the Netherworld Forest, Liang Ming was very happy, and even changed his usual calm image, and hummed some out-of-tune tunes and walked in the wilderness with out-of-tune steps. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In his hand, he was holding a large handful of elixirs unique to the Netherworld, about twenty or thirty plants, counting them over and over, and there were words in his mouth.

"One plant!"

"Two plants!"

"Three ......"

"Fifty thousand medium-grade elixirs!"

"100,000 medium-grade elixirs!"

"150,000 medium-grade elixir ......"

Liang Ming counted the elixir, his eyes were still shining, his eyes kept exuding a light unique to misers, and even on the corners of his mouth, there was a faint flow of saliva, looking very happy and satisfied.

It's just that when no one notices, Liang Ming's eyes are still as sharp as a blade, exuding boundless murderous intent, and even the corners of his mouth have a slight hint of mockery, as if he is waiting for something to come.

As soon as Liang Ming walked out of the Netherworld Forest, he found that he was locked by someone else's divine sense, so he had some seemingly mentally retarded actions in front of him. Now that the bait has been thrown, it depends on whether the fish will be hooked.

Seven people, all in the middle stage of refining, all hid their aura and followed behind Liang Ming, three of them were directly behind, and four were in the left rear.

These people boast of being smart, but in Liang Ming's eyes, their cultivation is too poor, and they are no different from local chickens and dogs. Liang Ming has been worried that the aura has been used too quickly recently, and he can't make ends meet, since someone wants to send it to the door, of course he can't bear to refuse.

"The magic weapon, what I like, the elixir, what I like, and the elixir, which is also what I like!" Liang Ming's mouth moved slightly, and he even urged in his heart: "Brothers, hurry up and rob the master, then the master will have a reason to rob back!"

The mobile phone had already seen through Liang Ming's intentions, and said with some disdain: "These thieves are really ****, and they still want to rob you, the Lord of Yama, it's really not long-sighted! ”

"Hehe......" Liang Ming didn't know what to expect, but that smile was so calculating, as if he was saying to everyone behind him, "The pit has been dug, please jump down." ”

Gradually, Liang Ming found that these seven people didn't seem to be in a group, but the purpose was very clear, that is, his own fat sheep.

"Alas, what a wickedness. Liang Ming couldn't help but recite a sentence of Amitabha.

Further on, there is a stone forest with a variety of postures and strange rocks. The wind passed through the stone forest, emitting a strange sound like a ghost crying god, which was particularly harsh. The terrain here is complex and precipitous, and it is really a good place to kill people and destroy corpses.

"One, two, three!" Sure enough, when Liang Ming counted the third time in his heart, the three people directly behind finally couldn't hold back anymore and chose to attack.

A halberd was the first to pierce the void, and with a fierce murderous aura, it attacked Liang Ming with great speed.

Immediately followed by a bell-shaped magic weapon, emitting a faint blue light, falling towards the top of Liang Ming's head, and emitting a soul-stirring magic sound.

Finally, there was a flying sword, which directly carried a light the size of several zhang, smashing the surrounding mountains, rocks and trees, and then stabbed at Liang Ming's heart quickly.

In the face of the attack, Liang Ming moved in an instant, stepping on the snow clouds and mud as fast as lightning, as fast as a Kunpeng, Liang Ming smashed his fist on the halberd that arrived first. The halberd let out a wail, like broken copper and iron, and was directly smashed to the dust by Liang Ming, with no spirituality.

Liang Ming did not stop because of this, and then raised his left foot and stepped on the sword body of the flying sword, only to hear a "click", and the flying sword was stepped into two sections by Liang Ming before it approached Liang Ming.

Before the three of them could react, Liang Ming grabbed it with his big hand and directly held the bell-shaped magic weapon tightly in his hand.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't master the power well, and I destroyed your magic weapon!" When Liang Ming fell to the ground, he looked at the three people in front of him with a shy face.

Liang Ming then smiled slightly, and shook it hard, only to hear a "crackling" sound, and the bell-shaped magic weapon that was originally holding in his hand directly shattered into a pile of powder, which fell from his hand.

"Rub, I can't control my strength all the time, don't be surprised!" Liang Ming said gently. The tone was even full of affection and sincerity.

It's just that Liang Ming's words are absurd and chilling in the ears of those three people. This is an apology, it's just a naked slap in the face, and it's also an insincere humiliation.

Even the four people who were farther away heard Liang Ming's words, and they all felt a chill surging directly into their hearts from the soles of their feet, and some people couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Who is this person?

"Body Refiner ......" One of the thin men seemed to think of something, and his face changed, but he didn't dare to make a sound, he just lowered his whole body, almost buried in the mud, and even his whole body was still trembling slightly, and he couldn't control it.

When the three of them reacted from their shock, Liang Ming had already restrained the smile on his face and shouted, "Either hand over all the things on your body!" or die!"

"You're dreaming!" Although one of the teenagers was shocked by Liang Ming's strength, he still didn't believe that Liang Ming could fight against the three of them, so he raised his neck and replied loudly.

In these years, there has never been a shortage of geniuses, let alone hot-blooded teenagers. It's just that the old rivers and lakes all know that geniuses are easy to die, hot-blooded teenagers are easy to short-live, and hot-blooded young geniuses are even more likely to fall.

This teenager is a person who returns to Longguan, he grew up in the big sect of the gate since he was a child, and as a young elite, he must be complacent. In his inherent thinking, Lao Tzu has always been the first in the world, high and high. At this moment, people like Liang Ming will be taken to heart, although Liang Ming has shown enough sincerity to destroy their magic weapons one by one, but some people are born to like to take chances.

"Really?" Liang Ming said softly. Immediately swept a few feet, fell lightly beside the young man, grabbed the young man's neck, only heard a "click", and the young man's entire head was directly twisted off by Liang Ming. The whole action is like a flowing stream, simple and direct, ruthless and brutal.

The young man's eyes were wide open, and he refused to close them, and his pupils showed endless fear and a trace of puzzlement, as if he kept asking: How can this be? How can this be......

It took a few breaths of blood from the boy's neck cavity to spurt out and splash on the faces of the other two men. It took a long time for the two of them to dare to wipe the blood off their faces with their hands, their feet were trembling, and they looked at Liang Ming with a desperate expression.

"Actually, I'm a very talkative person......" Liang Ming said softly as he slowly searched for the things on the young man's corpse.

"I'll give ...... I'll give ......" Looking at Liang Ming's white hands, one of them suddenly said in horror, and kept handing Liang Ming the magic weapon in his hand and the storage bag.

The other person just took out the storage bag and collapsed directly on the ground, and the smell of urine slowly filled the air.

Liang Ming was decisive in killing, ruthless and crisp, coupled with his strong strength, the feeling of these two people was like a high mountain, as if he could run them to death as soon as he stretched out his hand. Coupled with the fact that the teenager died very violently and with a very impactful feeling, how could they not be afraid and afraid.

Human life is as cheap as grass, and the more people understand this, the more they are afraid of death and greed for life. Elites are also human beings, and it is more important than anything else to be able to live well.

"Nima's, it's so unlucky!" Liang Ming picked up the storage bag from the ground, and then kicked the man away: "Hurry up and fuck off Lao Tzu!

After dealing with these three people, Liang Ming glanced at the distance again and said, "Since they are all here, do you still want to leave now?"

As soon as Liang Ming's words fell, four more people rose out of the grass in the distance.