The old man who created his own insect control recipe has never found a strange insect in his life, and there is no way to talk about the strange insect list, and Chen Lang has no way to know what kind of strange insect the poisonous insect is.

"What's the name?"

Chen Lang thought of a lot of names, and rejected them one by one, and finally felt that the name of the Void Wing Ghost Worm was barely in line with his heart. Void wings refer to the transparent wings of poisonous insects that are difficult to find with the naked eye, and ghost insects are because poisonous insects are really weird, fierce, poisonous, and bloodthirsty, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell.

Chen Lang fed all the insect feeding pills to the Void Wing Ghost Worms, devouring each other, laying eggs and hatching, and after a few days, the number of Void Wing Ghost Worms skyrocketed, reaching as many as thousands, and they were released from the spirit beast bag, overwhelming and extremely terrifying.

Due to the blood contract, every Void Wing Ghost Worm has the same heart as Chen Lang, even though he is a little dizzy after losing too much blood, Chen Lang still feels that it is worth it, it is very worthwhile!

After resting for a few more days, Chen Lang went to Chengpingfang City, he was not in a hurry to solve the hidden danger of the cold ice trick, and carefully searched in the various stalls, and finally found some items that he could use.

In the evening, Chen Lang returned to the cave, which was nestled in a rolling mountain range covered with trees. Cutting a few bamboos from the bamboo forest and cutting them to make bamboo slips, Chen Lang began to carve the cultivation method of the Cold Ice Technique.

Busy until late at night, Han Bing Jue copied dozens of copies, Chen Lang moved his sore fingers, and fell into a deep sleep. The next day, Chen Lang, who had used the Heaven Covering Technique to incarnate as a middle-aged Confucian student, flew to Chengpingfang City with a storage bag full of Ice Tricks, he thought for a moment and decided to buy a flying magic weapon first, and then disperse the Ice Technique.

Chengpingfang City has been here a few times, but the shops have never entered, Chen Lang is not in a hurry, and walks slowly around the shops with his hands behind his back. First, I want to compare the advantages and disadvantages of the flying magic weapons sold by each company, and secondly, I want to see if there are any unexpected gains.

The shops were either simple or exquisite, and the things they sold were quite complete, but there were not many flying magic weapons that Chen Lang wanted, and they were all low- to medium-grade.

Where can Chen Lang look at this kind of inferior product, he has no intention of buying it to strengthen, the failure of strengthening is too wasteful of spirit stones, it is better to use the magic weapon that he can't use to save trouble.

The market is so big, all the shops are competing with each other, Chen Lang, who has an extraordinary temperament, has long been noticed, seeing that he has never bought the items he wants, the shopkeepers of all shops have moved their minds.

As soon as Chen Lang walked out of a shop, a smiling servant invited him to another shop. However, the shopkeeper who came to greet him said that he had dried up his saliva but none of the deals were negotiated.

The same situation kept repeating itself, and the shopkeeper had an opinion about Chen Lang, and they even suspected that Chen Lang was here to deliberately entertain them.

So, the shop that was not patronized by Chen Lang ordered to come down, and when he saw Chen Lang entering the door, he didn't have to pay attention to it, this person felt bored and would leave.

Chen Lang found himself in an extremely embarrassing situation, he stepped into the door of a shop, and the little guy who should have been enthusiastic ignored and did not want to come to greet him.

Chen Lang, who was left out in the cold, was in no mood to go shopping, and he walked straight to the Baolai Pavilion where the monks entered and exited, but was stopped by the two Qi refining period juniors guarding the door.

"Your Excellency, please go elsewhere, the Treasure Pavilion is not a place to relieve boredom. The little guy looked at each other coldly, and did not hide the contempt in his heart.

Rao is Chen Lang has a good temper, and he can't help but be angry at this time.

"Presumptuous!!"

The strong momentum directly pressed the two Qi Refining Stage Guys outside the door to the ground, and they slowly got up with a face full of anger, but the pressure they felt suddenly increased several times, and the blood in their mouths spurted wildly, like dead fish paralyzed on the ground.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged man in green shirt who was sitting in the hall drinking tea rushed over angrily, with a little hostility in his eyes, and said coldly: "Your Excellency wants to go against Baolai Pavilion?"

Chen Lang flicked his robe, put his hand behind his body, and said coldly: "What's the matter?

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding onlookers were in an uproar, the rules of Chengpingfang City were formulated by the Baolai Pavilion, and if you offend the Baolai Pavilion, you will have to bear the wrath of several foundation building monks.

"How daring!"

The middle-aged man in the green shirt was furious, he slapped the storage bag with his hand, and a flaming red flying knife shot towards Chen Lang's front door.

Chen Lang snorted disdainfully, "The carving insect has a small skill, and you dare to show it off in front of me!"

There was a thunderclap, and a flash of lightning instantly cut the flying knife in two, heading straight for the neck of the middle-aged man in a green shirt.

"Stop!Fellow Daoist, please stop quickly!!"

The Thunder Flywheel suddenly hovered a few inches from the throat of the middle-aged man in the green shirt, and the jagged blade spun on its own, letting out a chilling tremor.

Chen Lang looked in the direction where the voice came from, and an old man in a white robe floated in, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "What kind of grudge does Baolai Pavilion have with Daoyou, Daoyou wants to hurt people?"

Chen Lang said with a gloomy face: "I don't like the hospitality of Baolai Pavilion, these two little guys are even more disrespectful, I will punish them, and Daoist friends have opinions about my approach?"

The white-robed old man subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man in the green shirt, with an inquiring meaning in his eyes.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt immediately defended: "This person has been wandering around the shops for half an hour, and the shopkeepers of the shops have served spiritual tea, taken out several flying magic weapons, and said that he has dried his saliva, but this person has no intention of buying it."

I expected that this man was deliberately amusing us to relieve my boredom, and did not want to waste his efforts, so I ordered the servant to stop him at the door. ”

"Nonsense!" the white-robed old man scolded angrily, and the middle-aged man in the green shirt shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak.

"It's my Baolai Pavilion that doesn't entertain me well, please forgive me. The white-robed old man bowed deeply and expressed his inner apology.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt said indignantly: "Shopkeeper, why do you want to whisper to him, he ......"

Chen Lang's eyes suddenly became fierce, and the arc that was still hovering around the neck of the middle-aged man in the green shirt flashed.

Blood spurted, and onlookers exclaimed, and the middle-aged man in green shirt covered his severed throat with his hands, but blood burst out from between his fingers.

The white-robed old man was shocked, he pointed at Chen Lang, trembling with anger, "You...... How dare you...... How dare you ......"

"Don't hide your mouth! Do you really think I'm afraid that you won't succeed in the Baolai Pavilion?" Chen Lang's face was fierce, "There will be a next time, I will not be spared!"

Chen Lang only slit the throat of the middle-aged man in the green shirt, the monk is not a mortal, and this injury will not kill him.

The white-robed old man took out an elixir and stuffed it into the mouth of the middle-aged man in the green shirt, and then took out an unknown ointment and applied it to the wound, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving a shallow scar.

Seeing that the middle-aged man in the green shirt was free of worries, the old man in the white robe said in a deep voice: "Daoist friends have to give me an explanation." ”

Chen Lang couldn't help laughing, "What explanation do you want?"

After finishing speaking, several top-grade magic weapons hung above Chen Lang's head, and there was a huge cloud of purple and red insects.