Shouxian Tower.

When Duan Lin entered the private room, the originally noisy room suddenly quieted down.

Such a beautiful embryo, meeting a group of ignorant teenagers, will inevitably make people feel ape.

What's more, Duan Lin has an extraordinary net worth, and what she awakened is the ice attribute Heavenly Spirit Root, a proper proud daughter of the sky, even if she is the second son of Zhao Laosan of the Zhao family's firm, she has to respect her a little.

"Went to see the man?"

Zhao Yunlong patted the girl next to him who had just come out for him, and motioned for her to get out of the way.

Although Lin Xin is unwilling, whether it is any or immortal, it is divided into three, six, nine and so on, and she should not be in her place, but she can't occupy the magpie's nest at will.

"Hmm." Duan Lin nodded slightly, and really walked to Zhao Yunlong and sat down.

"Just a charcoal-burning boy, what is there to pay attention to."

is also a teenager, but Sun Shuyi is not as polite as others.

In his early years, before his parents gave birth to him, they had asked a blind man to show him, saying that this baby must be the material for reading in the future, so one hundred yuan was exchanged for the word "Shuyi".

At first, Sun Shuyi's father and mother also felt that the money was worth it, but as he grew up, he was fooled!

is fourteen or fifteen years old, but he was born with a full face, and he went to the street with his father and mother, and he was recognized as brothers.

"It turns out that he sells carbon, and he thought he was born like this." Duan Lin lowered his head and groaned, no wonder his hands were black like that.

However, if it weren't for these hands, she wouldn't have paid attention to such a mortal boy with no airless sea.

"Do you recognize him?" Zhao Yunlong looked at Sun Shuyi.

This young man, who looks like he can be his uncle, is respectful at the moment, "Yes, Zhao Gong... Real person, my family bought carbon from him. ”

Sun Shuyi lives on Guang Street!

"Oh."

The topic of Feng Ping is stopped, to their heavenly pride, just a mortal?

When the interest arises, it is to kill at will.

This is also the privilege of the immortals!

Inherit the laws of Great Xia!

"Zhao Zhenren, why can't I understand this "Twelve Methods of Qi Refining"?"

Lin Xin lifted her pure white mink jacket, took out the exercises issued by the Immortal Pavilion the day before yesterday from her arms, deliberately walked to Zhao Yunlong's side, and asked.

Who knew that Zhao Yunlong didn't answer, but glanced at Duan Lin beside him.

"The real person said that different spiritual roots correspond to different exercises, and these twelve methods naturally correspond to twelve spiritual roots, but these are all basic methods, and they can be cultivated to the fifth level of qi refining at most."

Duan Linbei opened her teeth slightly and explained for everyone.

"Fairy, there are twelve kinds of spiritual roots?"

"Yes, among the twelve spiritual roots, there is a relationship between life and restraint, whether it is exercises or spells, the living can be cultivated, and those who overcome are taboo!"

"So what are the relationships?"

"Stop, although Fairy Duan has a family history and some immortals practice in Mingle Palace, it is better not to ask some words."

Zhao Yunlong opened his mouth, and naturally there would be no one who didn't know each other.

Lin Xin wrapped his mink jacket and returned to his seat stupidly.

A group of handsome teenagers and flowery girls pushed cups and changed lamps, staggered with money, chatted back and forth, and time flew by.

It's been an hour in the blink of an eye.

What kind of business does Shouxian Lou do, how can they not know?

After eating this meal at noon, those who should go will go, and those who should not go will pick a private room, warm two pots of wine, wait for the lanterns to come on, and listen to the Yaoqin under the moon.

Naturally, this group of quasi-immortals will not hook the fence to listen to the music, how can the phoenix be in the company of the chicks?

Walking out of the Shouxian Building, the handsome young men were preparing to go their separate ways, and they happened to see Feng Ping, who had finished intimidating Hu Yiqiang and was about to return to Guang Street.

The blood-stained dagger was pinned to his waist, and the bottle of poison that killed him at the touch was in the middle of his jacket.

Duan Lin didn't expect to see this carbon seller again, but at this time, she had no interest in Feng Ping.

She glanced at it for a moment, then looked away.

And it was this glance that was seen in the eyes of those who cared.

Feng Ping naturally noticed this group of people as well.

The huge vegetable market, because of the third day of the first lunar month, there are few pedestrians on the street, let alone such a group?

He is not blind.

However, if you want to go back, you can only pass through Shouxian Tower again, so this is a coincidence, not a coincidence.

With a quick glance, Feng Ping wrapped his jacket and intervened with the group of people.

Zhao Tianyun glanced at Sun Shuyi, and after the latter understood, he walked side by side with Duan Lin towards the courtyard of his family.

Feng Ping quickly noticed that he was being followed, and one of them was still an old acquaintance.

In his early years, he went to the city with his parents to sell carbon, and this strange-looking young man was deeply impressed.

As for the other?

Feng Ping didn't know him, it seems that he should be with Sun Shuyi and accompany him to be brave.

deliberately quickened the pace and went around two alleys in a row.

He doesn't want to make a fuss!

However, the latter two seem to be following him.

It's still staring at death!

There's still a little bit of a catch-up trend!

"Hey."

Feng Ping sighed, burrowed into an alley, and stopped at the corner.

Sun Shuyi and Guo Ran saw the person disappear, and immediately quickened their pace, but after not taking a few steps, there was a voice behind them.

"Brother Sun, I didn't push a carbon cart this time." There was a hint of bitterness in Feng Ping's words.

Is it like this in the city?

It's only been two days, and I haven't met a good person!

Before Sun Shuyi could speak, Guo Ran stepped forward and punched.

"You little, you don't want your eyes anymore, do you?"

Feng Ping, who had been prepared for a long time, dodged sideways.

He never thought that such a vulgar episode would happen to him.

But after thinking about it, the immortals in this world are immortals, but are people still human?

Chilian Zhenren pinched seven people to death at will, and I didn't see anyone jump out and say no!

These two would-be immortals beat themselves up, what's wrong with that?

For Sun Shuyi and Guo Ran, it is indeed not a problem, but for Feng Ping, it is a big problem!

"How dare you hide?"

Guo Ran didn't expect that this mortal in front of him would dare to hide?

"Two, I think it's better to forget it."

While speaking, Feng Ping took out the dagger from his clothes, and there were still traces of Hu Yiqiang's blood on the dagger!

"You! You killed someone?! Sun Shuyi said in horror.

Bang!

Guo Ran didn't care what dagger was not a dagger, and while Feng Ping was unprepared, he swung a punch in his face!

After this punch, his face was numb, and at the same time, the dagger in his hand subconsciously waved, directly pulling the opponent's wrist out of a gap.

Blood flows.

How could Guo Ran have suffered such grievances?

What's more, he is now a quasi-immortal cultivator!

"You give me death! Fight with me! ”

Seeing this, Sun Shuyi no longer had any concern, and the hot-blooded young man Wang Baquan began to greet Feng Ping.

If it were one person, he might still be able to parry.

But it's just two people, in addition, both of them have already drawn qi into their bodies, and their fists and feet are even heavier and scary!

Feng Ping held his head with his left hand, squatted down, and reached into his arms with his right hand to hold the porcelain vase tightly.

"Hit! Kill him for me, we're immortals, it's okay to kill him! ”

After Guo Ran's words were finished, Feng Ping obviously felt that his fists and feet were heavier.

He took a deep breath, ignored the pain in his head, put his left hand into his arms, pulled out the soft stopper, then covered his head with his jacket, and threw the porcelain bottle out with his hand!

Bang!

With the sound of the porcelain bottle falling to the ground, Feng Ping's ears heard the heart-rending howls of Sun Shuyi and Guo Ran.

However, the sound only lasted for a few seconds before it came to an abrupt halt.

Feng Ping squatted on the ground for a long time, and after the liquid in the bottle was completely dispersed, he took off his jacket and threw it on the ground.

The cold wind sent chills down his spine.

He touched his back, and there was a pain.

On the ground, the two corpses remained motionless.

Feng Ping looked at himself, then at them, and said with a wry smile:

"On the third day of the first lunar month, avoid traveling."