170. Blood Like a Dragon (1.3k push and more, ask for subscriptions and collections)

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There are piles of natural treasures in front of them, like shared bicycles on the bad street, lying there neatly, longing for the good fortune of others.

Just like Feng Teng in "Shanshan is Coming", the rich second generation is so awesome that he can shout loudly: "This fish pond was contracted by me!"

"Do you eat?" Ling Bai took out a bonus group and handed it to Qi Pengbo, asked, and then lit one himself, preparing to digest the essence in his body first, and relieve the physical and mental pain by the way.

Qi Pengbo took the cigarette, looked at the things on the ground in fear, and shook his head. For him, these things were just necessities for promotion and cultivation, but they were far from the point where he could survive, and it was enough to eat enough food, and he didn't need to be perverted like Ling Bai and constantly devour.

"You're done with your last cigarette?" he said, taking a drag on the cigarette in his hand, frowning slightly. It's not that the taste of the bonus group is bad, but he thinks ...... The bar is too low.

"Hmm. ”

Ling Bai's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

After staying with people like Qi Pengbo who pursue quality of life for a long time, his skin has become thicker and thicker.

After finishing the cigarette, Ling Bai felt that it was almost over, and the state of torn flesh and blood stopped. After a moment of careful understanding, the sea of qi and blood still seemed extremely empty..... It should still be edible.

Let's eat!

one,

two,

......

Qi Pengbo smoked a cigarette and watched Ling Bai speechlessly as he was grazing like a tireless old cow.

It is estimated that the things hidden in this secret room have almost forgotten by the blood killing Daoists, although the number of medicinal materials in it is quite a lot, but the years are low, for a master with advanced cultivation, this level of things is not collectible.

After eating all the thirty or forty medicinal herbs, Ling Bai patted his stomach with satisfaction, and simply lay down and waited for the food to be digested. The abundant essence raged in the body, burrowing into every inch of flesh and blood. He is very familiar with this process, and he can't find a hole every time he goes deep into the Peach Blossom Spring, right? When he was young, he seemed jerky, hurried and normal, and after entering the Peach Blossom Garden a few times, he was still frizzy, so he couldn't say it.

It guides the essence to impact the flesh and blood, and accelerates the filling progress of the qi and blood.

This time, all the essence and qi were quickly transformed, and the fists and palms were exchanged, the qi and blood were like dragons, and bursts of dragon groans came out, which was extraordinary, which was a manifestation of the peak of the qi and blood state. This also meant that Ling Bai was not far from his next cultivation promotion.......

After confirming again and again, there was no oil and water to fish, the two walked out of the secret room and saw Chen Haocang kneeling on the ground at a glance.

"Group Chen, you ......." I didn't pay attention just now, but now when I came out and saw that he was still the same as before, Qi Pengbo suddenly realized that something was wrong. After all, he is a member of the Lingzhuan, although he is not Chen Haocang's subordinate, but his feelings for the Lingzhuan are still very deep.

stepped forward a few steps and pulled Chen Haocang up, and his eyes were suddenly moist.

Chen Haocang's legs drooped weakly, and the bones in several places were shattered, even if Hua Tuo was reincarnated, he couldn't save his legs.

"Cry a fart, I'm going to cry back and cry. Chen Haocang scolded in a low voice.

"What about the others.........

Qi Pengbo didn't see the other team members since he came out of the secret room, and because he and Ling Bai had been busy working, he didn't express the doubts in his heart until now.

There was silence for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

"If you can't say it, I'll help you say it. Everyone else is in bliss. Ling Bai's voice sounded, he didn't want to see Chen Haocang's tangled and remorseful look, so he simply pointed directly and uncovered the scars, and everyone felt better.

There was silence again.

Hearing the news, Qi Pengbo didn't know what to say, so he picked up Chen Haocang and walked out of the hall silently. Ling Bai didn't bother, if he wanted Qi Pengbo to be able to strengthen now, it seemed to be difficult for some strong people.

...............

"Hehe, it seems that things are not going the way the sect leader expected. The old woman looked at the Jiangjiang River in the distance, and a hint of playfulness flashed in her cloudy eyes.

Under the severed Wyvern Bridge, a roar pierced through the sky.

There, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the gang qi is full of energy.

The blood splashed, and another arm of the Blood Killer Daoist was cut off, and he was covered in blood and retreated.

Directly in front of him, three powerful figures stood tall with their heads held high, their faces grim.

Looking at the situation, the Blood Killing Daoist has already come to the end of his life.

Chu Xiu's face was calm, and there was not the slightest fluctuation in his deep eyes, he shook the goblet in his hand and threw the remaining red wine in the cup up.

"The puppet was killed, something happened, interesting. ”

"Things are out of control, not angry?" said the old woman with a smile.

"It's just a small fight! The spirit group has been seriously injured, so let's take it as a slight punishment. ”

Chu Xiu put the cup on the balcony and turned to leave. Tu Taiping, who was respectfully standing behind, glanced at the old woman with fear and followed.

At the scene, only the old woman was left alone blowing the cold wind by the river.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, as bright as a star, extremely cold, and she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Bald donkey.......... General Ben is determined to eradicate all the bald donkeys........."

The breath leaked only slightly, and the temperature of the surrounding kilometers increased instantly.

The old woman's neighborhood is even more terrifying. The wine in the room was directly evaporated...........

The earth seems to be scorched by the scorching sun.

The people walking on the road below wiped their sweat and cursed themselves about the strange weather.

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Distance

Ling Bai, who was dressed in a gray monk's robe, and Qi Pengbo, who was holding Chen Haocang, came up from the ruins of the Blood Killing Gate.

On the mud at the bottom of the river, the Blood Killing Daoist held a sword with one arm, his face was indignant, he escaped from the ground, he never thought that he would be attacked by two people comparable to Chen Haocang's strength, and Zhang Xiaofan, who was reluctant, chased after him, and fought with him as if he didn't want to die, making him want to cry without tears.

was surrounded and beaten by three people, and finally had one of his arms cut off. This made the Blood Killing Daoist feel particularly chilling, and he even felt a little remorseful, why did he come out so early, what did he do when he woke up, how good it was to sleep honestly in the ground. Now that the blood bead is lost, his life is about to be confessed here, and it is really a blood loss.

"Hehe, you juniors, don't want to insult me!"

Since you can't go, you just break the kettle and give it a go.

The Blood Killer Daoist was dismantled and roared in a low voice, the flesh and blood quickly dried up, the blood-red sword flower flashed, a head flew up, and the corpse fell in a pool of blood, bubbling hot blood.

Dunant, who had a slight belly, was killed like this......

"Hahahaha, don't want to insult me!" The Blood Killing Daoist looked up to the sky and smiled, but his current appearance really couldn't match the master, let alone look tragic, only the sadness of fighting alone at the end of the road.