86_86030 "It seems to be the fat man." ”

"That's right, it's him, I know him when he turns to ashes! He cheated me for 500 battle points!" Some monks remembered that they had lost most of their battle points in the gambling war, and immediately gritted their teeth, eager to skin him and cramp.

"Some people bet that the oil lamp in his hand is an ordinary artifact, and he bets that it is a spiritual artifact. "A monk heard Pang Chuan gambling with the three monks.

"Just his broken oil lamp!" After the monks glanced at the oil lamp in Pang Chuan's hand, they had no more to look at*.

"Let's go, let's see how he eats deflated today. ”

Some of the monks who hated Pang Chuan quickly followed.

After the utensils are selected, they will be given to the consecration master for consecration, and the true appearance of the utensils will be revealed.

Soon, Pang Chuan and the three monks came to the consecration place, and at this time, there happened to be an old man in the consecration uniform standing here.

"Turn on this oil lamp!" one of the three monks said, his tone was slightly hurried, he couldn't wait for Pang Chuan to hand over the battle point.

Pang Chuan smiled at the corner of his mouth and handed the oil lamp to the lighter. "Is Pang Chuan's brain broken, at this time, he can still laugh. ”

"You'll cry later!" thought the monks viciously.

The light-opener glanced at the oil lamp in surprise, any experienced gambler generally does not choose this type, but the light-opening is his job, so after being surprised, he began to light the oil lamp.

White light flickered, slowly shining on the black oil lamp.

"It's open, Pang Chuan is decided!" most of the monks had this thought.

The spiritual light flickered, and gradually the surface of the oil lamp began to squirm at great speed, and a series of simple and unpretentious lines appeared, as if the trajectory of heaven and earth was engraved.

The black light shines brightly, setting off this place like a night scene.

"Whether it is ornamentation or black light, this thing seems to be extraordinary!"

"Could it be that the dead fat man was blinded?"

"I see that the vision may have been just an accident. ”

The monks were talking. Opinions are different, but most people are still not optimistic about Pang Chuan.

Soon, the black light of the oil lamp burst into bursts, waving layers of black ripples in the air, scattered in all directions, extremely weird.

At this moment, the vast spiritual power emanated, eternal, and everyone present trembled their legs, and their bodies were a little unstable.

"Spiritual weapon, and it's a top-level spiritual weapon!" a monk judged from the spiritual power and spiritual light emitted by the oil lamp.

"If only I had such good fortune. ”

"That oil lamp must be extremely powerful, in that case, let him hand it over!"

Some monks have evil intentions.

"Haha, hurry up and hand over the battle point!" Pang Chuan didn't pretend to be calm, and let out a loud laugh.

The three of them looked at each other and immediately turned around, ready to take advantage of this opportunity to slip away.

Pang Chuan seemed to have known that the three of them were leaving, and with a strange step, he actually appeared in front of the three of them, "How do you want to get rid of your gambling accounts! You know, I hate people who don't recognize their debts the most." ”

Pang Chuan was weird, and a slap came out, knocking the three of them away and hitting them on the ground, with blood flowing from their mouth and nose.

"It's so strong!"

"One slap knocked back the three mid-stage cultivators of the Divine Realm. ”

The monk's eyes were full of fear when he looked at Pang Chuan, obviously, Pang Chuan's move shocked many monks who were about to take the spirit weapon by force.

"Kill him!"

The three monks stood up and attacked in unison, they didn't think that Pang Chuan could defeat him, he was just surprised before, after all, when he tested it, his aura was only seventy zhang.

The three of them rushed over, a touch of coldness appeared at the corner of Pang Chuan's mouth, and he slapped him again, and the three of them were knocked away again, this time with much stronger strength than before.

The eyes were red, the three of them had nosebleeds, exuding a crazy color, and in front of so many people, they were slapped twice in a row, and it can be said that they threw their faces in.

It is intolerable for the three people with excellent faces, and if you want to get back face, you can only defeat him and trample him under your feet!

"Wind Breaker!"

"Raging Lion's Roar!"

"Spirit Snake Strike!"

The three of them used their spiritual skills together, and a faint fist shadow appeared, as if it was about to shatter the heavens and the earth, an angry lion roared, shattering the nine heavens, and a shocking giant python killed, and the power was amazing.

Pang Chuan was still laughing, but it was a sneer, Mu Nai disappeared in his eyes, and a flash of essence light flashed, there was no aura surging, just a bland punch, but there was an indescribable might, which seemed to shatter the heavens and the earth.

Eccentric!

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ling Yun's mouth, and his eyes were fixed on Pang Chuan's bland punch before, but then, that punch actually shattered his gaze.

"The fluctuation of supernatural powers! This session is interesting. ”

At the same time, in the tall and majestic palace, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of the king's mouth.

The moment the fists collided.

Heaven and earth are quiet.

The trio flew upside down, blood staining their shirts.

It's so strong!

The monks' expressions were awe-inspiring, and there was jealousy in their eyes when they looked at Pang Chuan.

After Pang Chuan threw a punch, wisps of cracks appeared in the flesh and blood of his right hand, and the red blood stained his right hand.

The chubby face regained its sincerity, and his eyes became Mu Nai, and he was like two people before, and he stepped forward to say that the tokens of the three monks were picked up, and the tokens were transferred to each of them to a hundred battle points.

"Hehe, I can't control my strength, and my shot is heavy. Pang Chuan smiled slightly, put the oil lamp into his arms, and left.

The crowd was speechless.

After Pang Chuan left, no monk dared to catch up.

After a while, the monk recovered from the shock and began to gamble, but none of the three who were seriously injured dared to step forward.

Ling Yun took a deep breath and suppressed the matter. The first time I saw him, I knew that he was anything but simple. Looking around, all kinds of artifacts are all over the place, whether it is used for soul detection or aura testing, there is no use.

Reassuringly, with his feelings, Ling Yun walked over to a shabby wooden sign and stopped.

The wooden sign is only three inches in size, potholes, and more than ninety percent of it is waste, but for some reason, maybe it is the feeling of being in the dark, and after thinking for a moment, I took it to the light.

At this time, Ning Zixuan also came, holding an ordinary long whip in her hand.

Ling Yun handed out the wooden card, the light-opener understood, the aura flickered, and a broken pattern appeared on the wooden card, and then there was no change.

Ning Zixuan handed out the ordinary long whip, the aura flickered, and the long whip began to fade off a layer of black skin, revealing the spirit whip glowing with white light, gradually, all the black skin faded, and the white light was dazzling.

The aura bursts, turning into a nine-colored Rui beast, surrounding the nine-colored spirit whip, and finally the spirit whip shook lightly, the aura was inhaled by it, and the nine-way Rui beast soaring pattern appeared on the white whip body, peaceful and beautiful.

"Another top-level spiritual weapon!"

The monk felt the power of the white whip, and his face changed, and at the same time, a look of greed flashed in his eyes.

One step out, Ling Yun's gaze was like electricity, coldly sweeping over everyone, and the people who were swept by his gaze all felt that their eyes were painful, and they didn't dare to look at him.

"Brother Song, that spirit whip is so good-looking, you can give him to the slave family. The girl rang out, and the crisp sound was to the bone.

Immediately afterwards, a handsome-faced, gorgeously dressed young man walked slowly with a scantily clad girl in his arms, and behind the two, eight sharp-eyed young monks respectfully followed him.

"The third son of the Song family, Song Fengliu!" a monk recognized the young man.

"Why is he here?" the monk wondered.

"Before, when testing their strength, they seemed to represent the Thirty-Five Spirit City. "One monk remembered the strength test that had been conducted not long ago.

"Do you really want to?" asked Song Fengliu, staring at the girl's incomplete breasts.

"Of course, Brother Song. The girl nodded.

"Who's that, hand over the spirit whip!" The young man never set his eyes on Ling Yun and the others, because he felt that he was unworthy.

"Idiot!"

The monks scolded secretly, and at the same time, their eyes fell on Ling Yun and the others.

"Let's go, Zixuan. Ling Yun frowned slightly, wanting to leave this place with Ning Zixuan.

"Zixuan, Ning Zixuan!" A gleam flashed in Song Fengliu's eyes, and he put aside the beauty in his arms and his gaze fell on Ning Zixuan.

"Tsk, it's punctual enough!" Song Fengliu looked like a pig brother, and a trace of saliva flowed out of his mouth.

Ning Zixuan frowned, ignored him, and followed Ling Yun to think about walking outside.

"Arrest her for me!" Song Fengliu shouted.

Whoosh!

Several wind-breaking sounds sounded, surrounding Ling Yun and the others.

Bad!

Looking around, there were a total of seven monks, and each monk's cultivation had reached the peak of the Divine Realm. And the managers here have no intention of making a move. Sure enough, there was no danger to their lives, and they would not have made a move.

Sou!

The seven monks rushed in unison and grabbed Ning Zixuan.

Seven runes of ice and fire rushed out and struck at the seven monks who rushed towards them.

Peng!

The explosion sounded, and the seven monks were repelled a few steps, and the formation of the encirclement was a little scattered, taking this opportunity, Ling Yun rushed out of the encirclement with Ning Zixuan.

The monks held their feet steady and rushed again, only this time their eyes fell on Ling Yun.

The aura vibrated and turned into a spirit knife, slashing towards Lingyun, the sword aura was permeated, and it struck up bursts of dust on the ground.

Ling Yun frowned slightly, it seemed that it was impossible to avoid it.

Reflexively, a punch was struck, and the qi and blood flowed, hitting one of the monks who rushed to the front.

Peng!

The fist came, the knife shattered, and the blood flowed.

Burst!

Blood was everywhere, and the man spat out a mouthful of blood, and Ling Yun's punch shattered his sternum.

The fall of this monk did not terrify the other six monks, and the pace of the forward rush accelerated, and a set of aura armor appeared on his body.

Ning Zixuan waved the white whip in her hand, and the sound of the wind sounded, as if there was the sound of a phoenix chanting and a dragon roaring, and the smell of it made people's souls split.

A monk who was about to rush forward swung his spirit sword, but was shattered by the white whip, and when he was about to dodge, the sound of the dragon and phoenix roaring came into his ears, causing his soul to shake, and his body appeared to a brief pause.

Syllable!

The armor that covered his body shattered, and a trail of blood appeared on the monk's back, and the burning pain finally stabilized his soul.

The monk shouted angrily, rushed forward, and gathered his spiritual energy in his right hand and struck out towards Ning Zixuan.

Crack Tablet Fist!

The sound of a sonic boom exploded, and the power was incomparable.

A faint purple qi filled his eyes, and the monk's movements seemed to slow down, and the purple qi condensed his index finger, pointing out with one finger, pointing directly at a flaw.

Burst!

The monk staggered back, his right arm shattered, and his body was shaken.

"Formation!"

Seven monks, one was destroyed by Ling Yun's surprise, and one was abolished by Ning Zixuan, seeing this, the five monks who had been killed stopped and staggered forward, forming a battle formation, and the momentum was shocking.

"Spear of the Battle Array!"

The aura of the five monks' bodies overflowed, floating above their heads, and quickly converged into a rudimentary form of a war spear, and the killing aura was pervasive, giving Ling Yun a hint of danger.

Interrupt their plans!

Ling Yun stepped out, and the sound of the surge sounded.

Ride the waves!

In an instant, Ling Yun rushed directly in front of the five people and punched the first person with a punch.

The five of them naturally discovered Ling Yun and chose to ignore his actions.

Peng!

A loud bang came out, as if the earth was trembling, and a layer of light appeared on the periphery of the five monks, and Ling Yun couldn't make them tremble even a little under his punch.

Punched again, the five people in the light mask showed their idiot-like eyes, and the light mask was formed by gathering the aura of the five people, even if the Qi Sea Realm monk wanted to break it with all his might, it would take at least dozens of breaths, and after such a long time, the war spear had already been condensed.

But is Ling Yun's punch really an ordinary punch?

A punch was about to hit the light mask, and in vain, wisps of dead soul qi appeared on the fist.

Hiss!

A slight corrosive sound sounded, followed by Ling Yun's punch on the corroded and cracked light mask.

Click!

There was a slight click, and the mask shattered like glass.

The faces of the five people changed, and the battle spear only needed three breaths to condense and complete, but Ling Yun obviously wouldn't give them a chance, and a punch was hit again, and a monk couldn't avoid it, and under Ling Yun's punch, he flew out violently, knocking the four people behind him into the air together.

The five of them spurted out a mouthful of blood, the phantom of the war spear disappeared, and they were counterattacked, and they had no combat power.

"Rubbish!" Seeing this scene, Song Fengliu scolded in a low voice, and said to the last monk beside him: "Go and arrest Ning Zixuan for me!"

"But Gongzi Song, your safety?" the young monk said worriedly.

"Who dares to make a move on this son!" Song Fengliu said with a proud face.

"......" The young monk was speechless, looking around, no one should dare to make a move.

The young monk jumped up and turned into a ray of light and shadow, the speed was so fast that Ling Yun's pupils shrank, and the spiritual power around his body was emanated, it was actually the middle stage of the Qi Sea Realm!

In an instant, he appeared in front of Ning Zixuan, grabbed it with one hand, and the spiritual power was permeating, pouring into her body like a flood.

Ling Yun's face changed, and he rushed towards the young monk, and at the same time scattered his soul, locking him in, and one after another ice and fire runes were brewing.

Ning Zixuan's eyes were full of purple, and the lotus step moved slightly, and she actually retreated dozens of zhang, widening the distance between her and the monk, and at the same time, a faint purple qi rushed into the white whip, and the picture of the Rui Beast appeared, and the aura gathered between heaven and earth, and it actually formed a fist-sized, jubilant Rui Beast.

The young monk was obviously a little surprised, his strength not only reached the middle stage of the Qi Sea Realm, but also cultivated a top-level body technique, and the speed was even faster than the late stage of the Qi Sea, but he didn't expect that at this speed, Ning Zixuan would be able to react.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the hard-to-catch prey was challenging, wasn't it?