Du Shaoqing glanced at it, and his saliva was dangerous: It's worth it!

He sighed and said, "That's it, that's it, Senior Sister Zhong take it, don't make a noise!" ”

Zhong Xiu covered his mouth and chuckled and was satisfied, paid 50 spirit stones, put away the spirit rune and got up to leave.

He took out 10 copies of the Danxuan Fire Talisman and placed them separately, waiting for the patrons.

However, there is an endless stream of scattered cultivators who come forward to ask, but there are very few people who start.

After a stick of incense.

Zhong Xiu led the two female cultivators back with a smile, gossiped a few words, each took out the spirit stone, put away the 10 spirit runes, and left.

Du Shaoqing was overjoyed:

"Disciple of the Xia Yun Immortal Sect, so generous?"

For most of the hour.

118 copies of "Danxuan Fire Talisman", shot!

Du Shaoqing touched his hand in his arms, extremely down-to-earth: In this way, what is the difficulty of feeding the two senior sisters!

Then.

There was a purple-clothed monk who carried a magic sword, walked quickly to the front of the stall, and opened his mouth to ask for 20 spirit runes.

Du Shaoqing shook his head, his fingers were empty of gray cloth, and said regretfully: "It's a step too late." ”

The purple-clothed monk poked his head and smiled sincerely, "Senior brother does he have stock?" 6 spirit stones, how about receiving 10 for you! ”

Du Shaoqing paused secretly, rolled up the gray cloth, and said expressionlessly: "My senior sister has been stocking all year round, and it has really come out." ”

The purple-clothed monk glanced at the figure in Tsing Yi sitting cross-legged, and left helplessly.

Du Shaoqing pulled the second senior sister, went around to buy buyers, and went to Hongyun Commercial Bank to buy a large number of runes.

His heart moved slightly, and he asked the steward a little: The second-order low-grade talisman pen is priced at 1,888 spirit stones, and there is no negotiation!

It's been a long time.

Du Shaoqing shook his head and sighed.

Jiang Baiyi was close to his side, wanting to persuade one or two, but he gave up again.

The red sun will be oblique.

The two of them went out of Liuxiafang City.

Jiang Baiyi's face was pale, and he took him out of a hundred miles, looking for a hidden mountain forest, and changing back to his old clothes.

Du Shaoqing made his hand to straighten out the magic robe with her, and persuaded in his mouth: "How many spirit stones is rouge worth?" Why should I be worried about ...... senior sister?"

Jiang Baiyi turned his back and said coldly: "Dozen! ”

……

Red sun, oblique.

The two of them traveled all the way to the south, seven or eight hundred miles.

Jiang Baiyi lightly touched his feet, pulled him tightly, turned around and rushed into the woods on the side of the road.

Du Shaoqing reached into his arms and looked sideways.

In front of the trail, hundreds of feet away from the mountains and forests, eight male cultivators suddenly poured out and flew over.

There was a flower-haired monk who raised his breath and shouted: "Fourteenth uncle! …… It was this pair of dog men and women who killed three clan brothers! ”

Jiang Baiyi turned a deaf ear, held the cold light sword, and leaned towards the dense forest to avoid it.

Du Shaoqing heard the sound and looked around.

On the east side, four or five hundred zhang away, there is a monk in Tsing Yi, flying in the wind.

Monk Tsukiki!

Du Shaoqing's eyes widened, and his heart was furious.

Only two or three breaths.

The man chased the two of them three or four hundred feet away, and his voice was cold: "Intercept them and kill them!" ”

Du Shaoqing whispered: "Slow down!" ”

Jiang Baiyi seemed to have not heard of it, and pulled him tightly, walking straight through the dense forest for three breaths.

Du Shaoqing hurriedly looked back again.

The eight monks were armed with magic swords, chasing back and forth, only seventy or eighty zhang away from the two of them.

He opened his mouth and said urgently: "But! ”

Jiang Baiyi turned around in an instant and stretched out his finger to point afar.

Sixty zhang in front of the woods, a huge fire suddenly broke out, covering a radius of twenty or thirty zhang.

Fireworks are rising, and the heat wave is blowing the sky!

The six monks who were chasing after him disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Baiyi's lips opened slightly, glanced at his side, and was silent.

Du Shaoqing praised it in his heart: ""Danxuan Fire Fu", 66 photos, wonderful! ”

The last two male cultivators looked frightened, stopped and looked around in a panic, and roared angrily: "Uncle Fourteen, be careful, there are third-order spirit runes hidden around!" ”

The monk in Tsing Yi chased after him two hundred zhang away, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Look for death!" ”

A dazzling yellow glow departed from his body and hurried towards the dense forest ahead.

Du Shaoqing's legs were soft, and he said hurriedly: "Senior sister, run away!" ”

Jiang Baiyi shook off the burden in his hand, clenched the cold moon and cold light sword with both hands, and waited intently.

Du Shaoqing flew back more than ten zhang away, hit an old tree, and stabilized his body.

atmosphere, dare not come out again.

The thick dead branches and fallen leaves in the forest rise and flutter back.

The yellow mangs roared, and many old trees blocking the road ahead were shattered, and in the blink of an eye, they flashed to a distance of three zhang in front of the second senior sister.

Jiang Baiyi suddenly swung out the Cold Moon Cold Light Sword, and the cold light burst out, slashing straight away.

The sound of "bang" sounded suddenly, like thunder in the clear sky, a dazzling cold light, suddenly slashed to the yellow mang.

The yellow mangs swayed slightly and slid diagonally.

Cold Moon Cold Light Sword, interrupted, and broken!

Jiang Baiyi snorted, took five or six steps back to stop his figure, and said lightly: "However, so!" ”

The monk in Tsing Yi drifted to a hundred feet away from the wind, his fingers shook slightly, and the yellow mangs turned back.

Du Shaoqing was shocked and shouted, "Senior sister, come quickly!" ”

In the forest, there was no movement.

Du Shaoqing was secretly frightened: "Senior sister is lazy, could it be that she has forked the road before!" ”

His palms were sweating, how dare he let the second senior sister go to the danger of carrying the foundation monk again, raised his head and shouted again: "Senior sister, come quickly!" ”

When the monk in Tsing Yi heard this, he looked indifferently: the little monk really didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and dared to jump under his nose!

This man pointed to the yellow mang, and threw it steadily.

In the woods.

A large piece of red silk flew out and quietly fluttered forward.

The monk in Tsing Yi's face was slightly condensed, and the yellow light smashed into the oncoming red silk.

"Qing'er hasn't called me for a long time, my senior sister is alone, and she has a lot of difficulties!"

Du Shaoqing was immediately overjoyed: "Senior sister! ”

Jiang Baiyi turned his head and glanced at him, his face cold.

Du Shaoqing trembled slightly, stepped forward quickly to support the second senior sister, and turned his eyes to look.

The red silk is still slowly flying forward.

The monk in Tsing Yi smashed the yellow mangs a few times, but the red silk was just a few light waves, and he rushed straight to cover the man's head and face, covering it with a solid knot.

In the forest, Wu Hongyi flew out of the wind and said with a smile: "You only build the first layer of the foundation, and I am already the second layer!" ”

The monk in Tsing Yi was rolled up in red silk, and his hands and feet were so messy that he couldn't break free, and he screamed again and again: "Let go of me!" Who are you a demon girl who dares to be presumptuous in the realm of the Immortal Sect? ”

Du Shaoqing frowned slightly, took out a ball of rune paper in his arms, raised his hand and threw it, and it fell three feet above the person in a snap of his fingers.

Wu Hongyi's beautiful eyes lit up instantly, and her fingertips flicked lightly: "Qing'er, it's easy to be so good!" ”

The fire was blazing, and the wind was blowing.

In the snap of a finger, the dense forest revealed a clearing of thirty or forty zhang square.

The monk in green clothes on the ground was silent.

She moved forward with her right hand, withdrew the red silk, and exclaimed, "Huh? Qing'er damaged my Chixiao Xuanyi Red Silk, and I want to pay ......"

A cold silver glow, screaming through the air, slashed towards the two male cultivators who flew back in the distance.

……

Du Shaoqing pulled the two senior sisters tightly, crossed the mountains and mountains, and galloped towards the Liuyun Immortal Sect.

From the previous ambush to the end of the war, there were only twenty years of rest, which is really dangerous!

Fortunately, the senior sister made a timely move and did not make a mistake!

Left.

Wu Hong's dress was fluttering, the corners of his mouth were slightly curled, and he turned his head and asked, "Senior sister, but are you injured?" ”

Jiang Baiyi landed on his right side half a step, shook his hand hard, and said expressionlessly: "It's okay!" ”

Du Shaoqing's right hand hurt, and his heart panicked slightly: around his body, the air conditioning was soaring.

He looked around to find a hidden cave, pulled the two senior sisters, and got in.

Headache!