Mo Ling's dress is so iconic that people recognize it directly.

"Hey~~ Isn't this the kid who had a lot of fun before? How did you get here? ”

"Huh! It turned out that he was still a monk of the bitter sea, and if he didn't cultivate well, he would show off his might in front of mortals, and he would be ashamed! ”

"Sensationalism!"

“......”

As soon as he stepped into the bazaar, Mo Ling felt the surging malice, among them, two big men with a face full of flesh, one of them with a scar on his face, came to Mo Ling, and said in an unkind tone:

"Hmph, boy, go back to Hushan Town, this is not the place you should come to, if you dare to talk nonsense here, Uncle Ben will definitely be the first to tear you up!"

This can be regarded as a kind reminder, Mo Ling just wanted to reply, but unexpectedly, the man next to the scar man pointed to the robe on Mo Ling's body, and said fieryly:

"Big brother, this kid's robe is extraordinary, it's a treasure!"

After hearing this, the scar man looked carefully, his eyes gradually became hot, and the trace of kindness in his heart was still in the ditch by him, and said viciously:

"Boy, hand over the robe, how about the uncle keep you safe!"

Feeling the greed of the two, Mo Ling showed a smile on his face, this is right, don't just release kindness to others, it will be difficult for him to start.

"This fellow Daoist, your Yin Hall is black, I'm afraid there will be a disaster of blood light!"

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The faces of the scar man and his little brother suddenly became gloomy, both of them are life fountain cultivators, and they belong to the top level of combat power in this bazaar, which Cheng wanted to be provoked by a bitter sea mole ant.

"Boy, since you toast and don't eat and drink, don't blame us for being polite, on!"

The two people who have been walking in the mountains all year round to hunt for treasure are ruthless, and as soon as they make a move, their divine power explodes, and the black big knife slashes to the neck, and the double hook reaches the chest.

Mo Ling's face remained unchanged, the golden light of his robe flashed to block the attack, and then the King Kong fist went straight to the scar man's face.

A dull sound sounded, and the scar man clutched his chest and burst back, the corners of his mouth bursting red.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Mo Ling didn't care about attacking behind him, bullied up, smashed his fists into the scar man's hand, the big knife came out of his hand, he caught the big knife, a cold light flashed, and he threw this person away, and turned to attack the big man behind him.

"Ahh~~"

After three breaths, the two of them lay on the ground and screamed, one with his legs broken at his knees, and the other with one arm not.

Mo Ling threw down the big knife in his hand, squatted beside the two, and said softly while rummaging through the package:

"Look, I'll say you're in a bloody calamity."

"I'm a half-immortal for you, and it's reasonable to charge some fees!"

After taking away some elixirs, some sources, healing pills and other valuable things, Mo Ling got up and left, his eyes swept to the people in the bazaar, and said with a smile:

"I am known as Mo Banxian, a clever calculation, not allowed to do without money, do you want to tell the hexagram?"

The eyes of dozens of monks in the bazaar suddenly became jealous, and they beat the two Lifespring monks with no power to fight back in the realm of the sea of suffering, who dared to underestimate him.

The world of monks is very simple, if you are strong, others will not dare to provoke you, no matter how angry you are, you will not dare to make a move, it is as simple as that.

It only took Mo Ling one day to count all the monks, countless people dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, on this day alone, dozens of people provided Mo Ling with nearly a thousand malicious values.

"Host: Moring

Race: Terran (Primordial Origin)

Cultivation: Sea of Bitterness

Exercises: Terran Cultivation Foundation (Wheel Sea Chapter), Vajra Fist. (Malicious points can be spent!) ）

Storage: Buddha staff, four strings of Buddha beads, Buddha lamp, futon, nasturtium (elixir), source, rejuvenation pill......

Malicious value: 10456

Mall: (Click to enter)

Lottery: (100 malicious value once)"

Looking at his malicious value, Mo Ling was full of a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and finally broke 10,000, these were his hard-earned hard-earned money, but after entering the system mall, such a mood suddenly disappeared.

"Tao Sutra: 400,000 (90,000 in a single secret realm)"

Ten times the difference, there is a long way to go!

The next morning, a terrible sound woke everyone up.

An extremely miserable figure ran out of the Tiger Mountain, his whole body was covered with scars, drenched in blood, and his breath was extremely disordered, and when he saw the people in the market, he shouted:

"Tiger Mountain Demon Tiger Cave Found Divine Grass!"

After saying this, the man fainted and died, and the monk he knew hurried to help him.

However, the news brought out by this person caused an uproar.

"What, it's actually a god grass!"

"Divine grass, it can improve the root bones of the monk and enhance the physique, great, if I get such a treasure, I will definitely be able to take a step closer, maybe I can worship in the Holy Land!"

“......”

In the discussion of everyone, Mo Ling learned about the power of the god grass, his brows couldn't help jumping, and he touched his chin and kept fainting a large number of monks, there was always a feeling that something was wrong.

It's not that something is wrong with the god grass, it's this person, this news is extremely weird.

The treasure of the god grass that can improve the qualifications is rare even in the holy land, and this person seems to have robbed it, but he was able to escape from the hands of a Dao Palace Demon Tiger with the cultivation of the life spring, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit magical.

Moreover, even if you escape, why should you raise this matter loudly, and hide to find an opportunity to make a fortune?

Mo Ling instinctively felt that something was wrong.

While Mo Ling was thinking, dozens of monks in the bazaar had already packed up their things, planning to join hands to hunt for treasures, although the demon tiger had Dao Palace cultivation, but the attraction of the god grass was really huge, and the greed of the human heart made them plan to grab food.

"This little... Uh, Mo Banxian, see if you have any ideas to go with us! ”

What are you going to do? Sent to death? Mo Ling couldn't help but roll his eyes and decisively refused.

"Don't go, a poor warlock, only good at fortune telling, not good at fighting! Don't go! ”

This time it was the turn of many monks to roll their eyes, not good at fighting? How did the two Scarfaces become crippled?

Looking at everyone going up the mountain with high spirits, Mo Ling shook his head, I really don't know what these people think, there is a big difference in the realm, and they plan to take food from the tiger's mouth?

Why, I don't think the tiger can eat enough, and I plan to make cannon fodder to deliver food to others!

Have pity on my fat leek!

Ay~~

Ay??

Cannon fodder? That's not right!

Mo Ling's steps as he left suddenly paused, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, followed by the sound of the door opening.

Shuffle!

He finally knew that something was wrong, and that the person who was able to escape from the tiger's mouth before should have someone to help, or someone threatened to let him bring the news out, lead people to go to seize the treasure, attract the attention of the demon tiger, and the person behind him was so troubled that he fished in troubled waters.

Is this really cannon fodder?

Mo Ling stood in place and thought about it, directly put away the signboard, and then quickly walked towards Tiger Mountain.

Of course he wants something like the god grass, and there are 20,000 in the system.

Support the bold, starve the cowardly, and he will be the hunter behind the yellow finch today.