Luo Mingfeng was stunned.

He was in Lijing, no matter how much he messed around and tossed, his father took care of him, which led him to develop an impulsive character that does things without going through his brain.

But he was not stupid, and soon understood, and said viciously: "I will let them fight with the mussels, and I will go to the fisherman to make a profit." ”

King Xian wanted to reprimand him for a few words, but when the words came to his lips, he held back again, and said earnestly: "You are a dual attribute of fire and wood, a natural alchemist. She is only a wood attribute, and no matter how hard she tries, she can only be an alchemy boy. When you become an alchemist, you can let her kneel and lick it! ”

Luo Mingfeng was detected at the age of five with the dual attribute of fire wood, and he also intended to train him to become an alchemist, but ten years later, he still didn't even enter the door.

Luo Mingfeng clenched his fists and said hatefully: "I must let her kneel and lick my shoes!" Dad, I want to be an alchemist. ”

King Xian patted him on the shoulder and said with satisfaction, "This is like my son." The alchemist will be here tomorrow, and there is an elixir auction in Duobao Pavilion today, go and see if there is any suitable auction. ”

……

Luo Qingyin held a moire bamboo umbrella and walked down the street calmly.

The ink monkey did not stand on her shoulder, but nestled in the arms of the snow ginseng doll, and she was also veiled, but after the Luo Mingfeng incident, the child, the black monkey, and the red clothes became her logo.

As soon as she appeared, she was followed by a long line of stalkers.

There are everyone, there are sellers who walk and sell sugar gourds, there are grandmothers who sell vegetables on the street, and there are people called Hanako who huddle in the corner.

It's quite big.

The ink monkey scratched his ass and grimaced: "Go kill them, squeak." ”

"I don't need to." Luo Qingyin walked to an alley, suddenly reached out and picked up the snow ginseng doll, and the whole person disappeared into the alley like a gust of wind.

Suddenly, the seemingly cloudy eyes of all the stalkers instantly became extremely clear, and they rushed towards the alley one after another.

Luo Qingyin jumped up to the height, condescendingly looked at the stalkers searching in the alley, smiled coldly, and raised his hand.

Suddenly, a stream of mysterious qi flowed through her fingertips, and countless red petals appeared in the air, falling straight down like a rain of arrows.

Her sneak attack came so quickly that the stalkers were caught off guard.

Those who reacted slowly died violently on the spot, and those who reacted quickly were more or less hit.

Luo Qingyin will not be merciful to the enemy, she uses the strongest toxin in the petals, and if she touches it, she will die!

Only three people were safe.

A vendor selling sugar gourds, a dirty man named Hanako, and an old-looking grandmother.

They narrowly escaped the attack of the petals, jumped onto the roof, and surrounded Luo Qingyin.

It's good, you can use it as a test stone for her falling palms!

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips hooked up a touch of coldness, and a pair of eyes were cold.

After putting away the moire bamboo umbrella, he handed it to the snow ginseng doll, and the snow ginseng doll immediately stretched out two chubby little hands to hold the umbrella.

The peddler, Hanako, and the grandmother looked at each other with a hideous smile on their faces.

Luo Qingyin would rather be one-handed to the three of them than put the snow ginseng doll down, which is enough to show the importance of the snow ginseng doll to her.

At that moment, the hawker and the soldier called Huazi attacked Luo Qingyin in two ways, one in front of the other, and the old grandmother aimed at the snow ginseng doll on her arm!

"What a beautiful doll, come down for grandma!"

The old woman stretched out her dark hand and grabbed the door of the snow ginseng doll.

Luo Qingyin raised his hand, conjured countless petals, in the light of the petals, his body flashed slightly, and the hawker who attacked him from the front staggered, not letting the back call Hanako succeed, and also let the snow ginseng doll avoid the attack of the old grandmother, and at the same time turned to the peddler and the old grandmother were diagonally opposite the same horizontal line.

Falling Flowers!

External strength and internal strength!

Twenty percent speed bonus, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, the Xuan Qi pours out, raising the starting point of transparent ripples.

The dust in the air seems to be shredded too!

The hawker was blown a few meters away by the powerful slam of the pitch, and the old woman standing behind him spewed out a mouthful of blood on the spot and planted her head on the wall.

When it landed, the corpse was shattered inch by inch, and the flesh and blood were blurred!

The hawker and called Hanako were surprised.

What's going on?

She obviously didn't come close!

The peddler is the most afraid, the old grandmother is obviously behind him, he is lucky not to die, and the old grandmother is dead, what the hell is this situation?!

At the beginning, the news from the palace was that the martial artist was the sixth order, and now a martial artist and two martial artists of the seventh order made a move, and she was killed in seconds by her easy move?

Is this a special treatment for a genius purple-level soul?

She had to die no matter what!

The peddler and Hanako looked at each other, and both of them drew their weapons and attacked again.

Luo Qingyin smiled, and his red clothes were flying.

Turning sideways, looking back, and palming, there was a cold air in the rain and other people's sword light, it didn't look like a battle of life and death.

In fact, Luo Qingyin didn't fight back most of the time, just flashed again and again.

She's looking for the best timing.

Zi Yunchen told her that the Falling Flower Palm had to be killed with one blow.

With just one move, the Xuan Qi in her body has gone to forty percent, and she can only use the remaining Xuan Qi again.

Finally, the peddler lost her direction in her way of wearing flowers and butterflies.

A smile curled up at the corner of her lips, and her palms slapped out!

Hanako slammed into the wall with a bang, spurting out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and the hawker was hit by the dark energy and died of anger.

Hanako was shocked and angry, staring at Luo Qingyin viciously.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

Luo Qingyin's eyelashes were raised lightly, and he smiled like a spring breeze.

told Hanako not to speak, and the little eyes under the messy hair looked left and right in horror, and he didn't know whether he was looking for Luo Qingyin's helper or trying to find his way to escape.

Luo Qingyin smiled: "You are their leader, right?" ”

Hanako's face suddenly changed, and she snorted coldly, "What do you mean?" ”

As he spoke, his hand shook, and five or six hidden weapons shot at Luo Qingyin in unison...... Snow ginseng doll in my arms.

The snow ginseng doll is her constraint, as long as he hurts the doll, he still has a chance to win.

"Is that all there is to it?" Luo Qingyin's figure turned around slightly, only to hear a few dings, and all the hidden weapons were inserted into the wall behind her, three inches into the wall, and the remaining tail end shone in the sun, looking extremely sharp.

Hanako couldn't attack, so he pulled out a dagger and stabbed at Luo Qingyin simply and directly, as fast as thunder.

Hey? There are two more hits.

Luo Qingyin was dressed in red and had a bright smile.

Looking at the dagger that came from Minghuang, she showed a compelling coldness.

Holding a snow ginseng doll in one hand and a moire bamboo umbrella in the other.

Manual, green light up!

At that moment, the murderous aura flew up, not only domineering, but also faster than him.

As soon as Hanako jumped up, before she could stab her, a blood flower flew out of her chest and fell into the alley from mid-air.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his heart, impossible!

It's just an umbrella.

Why did you hurt yourself?

What really happened in that moment?

Mao Dun Literature