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Ling Bai glanced at a few people, ignored them, and walked to the attic in front of him.

The three people with depressed expressions and the female corpse who was shocked to death by Zhu Peng's tiger roar walked quickly in front of Chen Haocang, and the indignant Chen Haocang of the third-order youth in the lead said a few words, the latter's face changed slightly, raised his eyes to look ahead, and shouted in a deep voice: "Little monk in front, stop!"

Ling Bai paused and looked back suspiciously.

"Are you from the Demon Sect?" Chen Haocang's cold words spread throughout the audience.

Ling Bai saw the few people standing next to Chen Haocang just now, and he knew in his heart that these people had come here to splash dirty water with the boss of the Lingzhuan.

"It's not. ”

He replied lightly and turned to leave.

This Chen Haocang has a rigid mind, he was led by Zeng Rou to the secret realm with them just now, is it still the people of the Demon Sect who still need to ask?

"I'm not done yet, monk. Chen Haocang's face was calm, his body shook, and he blocked in front of Ling Bai in an instant.

"Is there anything else Chen Group has to say? I'm a friend of Team Leader Zeng Rou. Ling Bai forcibly suppressed his anger and smiled slightly.

Glancing at Ling Bai meaningfully, Chen Haocang said in a deep voice: "A few people over there said that you were called brothers and sisters with the Demon Sect just now, and finally killed them because of the entanglement of interests, but you still don't save your fellow Daoists of the righteous path when they see death, can there be such a thing?"

"False and wronged, I just want to get some information from them. As for the lady who died, she was only a first-order cultivator, and it was normal for her to die after going down to the secret realm. It's not that I can't save it, it's that I can't save it. ”

Ling Bai was already a little impatient.

"No matter what the reason is, being in the company of the people of the Demon Sect is really a great rebellion. Don't let me find out again, otherwise even if you are Zeng Rou's friend, I will not be polite. Chen Haocang snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves and left.

"You'd better take care of your injuries. ”

Chen Haocang paused, and walked quickly towards the crowd.

Ling Bai looked back at the young man who had cultivated at the third order, and the other party had a smile on his face, which was fleeting.

Are you disgusting me on purpose?

recalled the scene of the encounter with the four of them, the young man never made a move, but was injured by Zhu Peng's tiger roar, if it was clumsy........ Then this person is somewhat interesting.

After thinking about it, Ling Bai no longer paid attention to the group of spirit members behind him, and walked quickly to the attic in front of him.

The attic was crowded with people, and there were already people exploring it. He looked up at the plaque above him—the Heart Pavilion. A good name, it also sounds like a Qingshui Yamen.

"Bring it!"

There was a loud shout from upstairs, and then there was a bang, and a figure was smashed down and fell in front of him.

The man on the ground vomited blood, a pitch-black palm print on his chest, and a blood ginseng in his hand, he struggled twice, trying to get up, and another figure fell from above, stepping on his chest.

"Get out," the domineering cold man in front of him glanced at Ling Bai and yelled domineeringly.

Ling Bai didn't argue, turned around and left. When he came, he looked back at the man he had trampled underfoot. There was nothing unusual about the arm he was holding the blood ginseng, and it was clear that the blood ginseng was not poisonous.

"Amitabha, donor, it's not right to hit someone. ”

"Toast without eating and eating and drinking. A wisp of black qi gathered in the cold man's palm, and he raised his hand and slapped it towards Ling Bai.

Ling Bai shook his head and stretched out his index finger to meet the palm of his hand.

Blood splattered! In an instant, the screams of the cold man sounded, his palm was directly pierced by his fingers, the black gas dissipated in an instant, and the blood dripped between the cracks of the blue bricks on the ground, and then was absorbed in the blink of an eye.

"Won't you touch any formation again?" Ling Bai whispered, pulling out his finger and quickly inserting it into the cold man's throat.

In a second or two, more than ten times in a row.

The cold man fell to the ground like a dead dog, and died of anger.

Ling Bai groped around him for a moment and found a blood-colored stone. The surface of the stone is flowing with a faint blood-colored brilliance, and the whole body is crystal clear, exuding a trace of qi and blood power. It seems to contain a large amount of qi and blood essence, but unlike the pure aura emitted by the Heavenly Treasure, this smell is like blood.........

Putting the stone away, Ling Bai walked up to the man who was wailing in pain on the ground, and reached out to take the blood ginseng.

Unexpectedly, the man clutched the blood ginseng, but he didn't let go, staring at Ling Bai who was openly snatching things with a resentful expression.

"It's fate. ”

Ling Bai explained and probed again.

Cheng,

A dagger was inserted into the bluestone brick, flashing with a cold light.

Ling Bai looked back with a calm face. I saw Chen Haocang rushing over with more than a dozen team members, accompanied by three people carrying the female corpse.

"Chen Group, what do you mean?"

"It's none of my business, it's your junior's own business. You just said something very good, fate is self-inflicted. I don't look down on this bloody thing, I won't interfere, you all rely on your ability to compete for opportunities. Chen Haocang's face was a little pale, but his tone was extremely cold.

Is this on the bar with yourself?

Ling Bai frowned, didn't speak, picked up the man on the ground, lowered his head and took a big bite on the blood ginseng in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's a good sentence to rely on your ability, then the poor monk is not welcome." ”

"........" the man who grabbed the blood ginseng.

"........" Chen Haocang.

"......." everyone.

Everyone wants to scold their mother.

This blood ginseng is two hundred years old, and it is too violent to bite like this, right..... Also, can you not be so stinky and shameless........

Chen Haocang's face was pale, and he didn't speak or move. The words he said were like water spilled out, and he couldn't get angry because the other party ate a mouthful of blood ginseng based on his ability! If you want to blame it, blame the person who is a spiritual expert for not having enough aura.

The man who grabbed the blood ginseng reacted, and he also wanted to learn from Ling Bai to stuff all the remaining blood ginseng into his mouth.

Just as he made a move, a sole stepped on his mouth. Whimpered twice, the soles of his shoes lifted, and he spat out a few yellowed teeth and coughed vigorously.

Ling Bai didn't have much effort to get the blood ginseng in his hand this time.

At the same time, a silver needle burst through the air, striking his wrist with precision, and then falling to the ground with a thud.

"The accuracy is good, and the strength is still poor. ”

Ling Bai smiled at the front.

"Horizontal exercises?" Chen Haocang asked with a frown.

Ling Bai didn't answer, he swallowed the blood ginseng into his stomach and turned around and walked away.

The people behind him were dumbfounded, would they not be strangled to death by qi and blood if they ate the treasure of heaven and earth as a radish? Compared to Ling Bai's physical strength, they were more interested in the matter of 'eating blood ginseng as a radish'.

Bang

The ground suddenly trembled, and the whole square was full of rich blood and energy.

Ling Bai frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "It can't really touch any formation, right?"