Resurrection of spiritual energy, I began to cultivate immortals from farming

Chapter 29 Er Yao fights, the dragon cub's terrifying strength (1)

This... such a good condition, he won't agree?
The elder was stunned for a while, and seeing that he seemed unwilling, he could only nod his head and sigh: "Okay. If the little friend is willing, my Holy Medicine Valley will always welcome the little friend." It is a pity to lose a disciple like this.

After Jiang Tang Zuoyi left, he was blocked by a group of beggars before he took a few steps.

"I said you kid, hand over the money, and grandpa will spare you." The beggar in the lead held a brick in his hand and looked at Jiang Tang with a smile.

Jiang Tang: "..." Why are there people looking for trouble every time they go down the mountain?

Don't be bothered.

"If I don't pay, are you going to hit me with this thing?" Jiang Tang pointed to the brick in the beggar's head.

"Just this thing, enough to kill you." The beggar laughed.

The two figures watching in the dark silently supported their foreheads.

Sure enough, mortals are mortals, stupid.

It's not necessary to give the drug, and it has to be a brick - it is said that this Jiang Tang is not a mortal, and he has an ordinary style.

Mud can't support the wall.

Jiang Tang looked at the beggar's dirty face and silently twitched the corners of his mouth.

Forget it, don't tell them he is spiritual.

"Excuse me, I'm going to find an inn to meditate and rest." No longer paying attention to the beggar, Jiang Tang stretched out his hand to push away the crowd and walked straight to the nearest inn.

Beggars have many rogues, and they have been rampant here for a long time, and they have never been so despised.

This Jiang Tang is undoubtedly the first Jiazi.

Immediately, he was so angry that he raised a brick and rushed over, slapped Jiang Tang hard on the back of the head.

The bricks cracked.

Jiang Tang stood up in response.

The beggar looked at Jiang Tang's unmoving figure, and his heart thumped.

Damn, maybe it's a big game.

"Big brother, your hands are weak." Jiang Tang touched the back of his head, turned his head to stare at the beggar, and grinned, "I'll teach you."

He picked up a piece of wood from the side, and under the surprised eyes of the beggars, he calmly inserted it into the ground.

The ground split open in an instant - a whole piece of wood was embedded in it.

Feeling the dust coming from his nostrils, the beggar swallowed his saliva.

He suddenly remembered that this fellow was a spiritual practitioner.

Against their group of mortals, it is absolutely crushing.

Jiang Tang clapped his hands and walked towards the inn in front.

"Useless waste, Ye Bai has drugged you!" At this moment, two men walked out secretly and scolded the beggar head in a rage.

The beggar shrank his neck, suppressed the fear in his heart, raised his eyes and said with a flattering smile: "Two Taoists, he has already entered the inn. Why don't you just wait for the rabbit and capture him when he comes out?"

"Forget it, let's do it ourselves. Get out!" A man in a golden robe waved impatiently.

As if the beggar was on the verge of amnesty, he wiped away his sweat, and immediately led a group of scoundrels away.

"Huaqing, look at your good idea! You have to take any rotten shit to be your little brother!" Next to him, another man stared angrily at the man in the golden robe.

The two who spoke were exactly Hua Qing and Du Long who were kicked out of the sect.

Right now, Du Long has been abolished, and he has accidentally lost a leg, limping when he walks, and no longer has the prestige of the former little overlord.

When Du Long opened his mouth to insult Hua Qing, Hua Qing could no longer restrain his killing intent.

It's all this stinky boy. If he hadn't offered himself up and offered some good advice, how could he have been kicked out of the hospital!

Both left and right are useless, so it would be better to obliterate them directly to save trouble.

"Du Long, give me death!" Thinking of this, Hua Qing no longer concealed his killing intent, and directly stretched out his hand to grab Du Long's neck and lift him up fiercely.

Under the long night, the figure struggled for a while, and both hands went limp.

Early the next morning, Jiang Tang, who had settled in for one night, was disturbed by the sound of drums and opened his eyes.

He got up and walked towards the edge of the window, watching people all over the street running in one direction, and a few holding melon seeds in their hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

It's really not too big of a deal.

After washing, Jiang Tang looked at the Lingtian space and decided to go to the nearby town to buy a batch of good fertilizers to add some spiritual energy to the Lingtian.

When going downstairs to settle the money, the shopkeeper sighed.

"The shopkeeper sighs so much, but what's the matter?" Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows.

"Last night, a person died at the door of my shop." The shopkeeper's eyes were full of grief. "I heard that he is still a disciple of the Immortal Sect. This is a big mess. How can I entertain guests in this shop?"

Immortal disciple?

died?

Jiang Tang's heart skipped a beat, bought two white-faced buns from the shopkeeper, left the inn while nibbling, and walked towards the yamen at the end of the street.

I saw a group of arresters carrying the corpse inside.

"I heard that the Xianmen disciple seems to be expelled from the sect, and the cultivation base has been abolished."

"Yeah. Immortal disciples who have never made a big mistake will never be severely punished."

"That little boy was also unlucky. He was strangled to death. His tongue was exposed."

"Hey, don't talk about it. My baby got up early in the morning and walked down the street. When he saw the corpse, he was so frightened that he urinated on the floor."

"You have to lose someone."

"It's really bad luck, someone died early in the morning."

"In this world, it would be nice not to die in our house."

"..." "..."

Hearing the people chatting with each other, Jiang Tang felt a strange feeling in his heart.

I always feel that the unlucky ghost is someone I know...

At this time, he suddenly saw a man with stubborn eyebrows, probing his brain here.

Jiang Tang silently walked over to that fellow and stretched out his hand, and lifted him to the nearby Gada alley.

"Ouch, grandpa, spare your life, grandpa, spare your life! The little one didn't see anything, and he didn't know anything!" The fellow shivered for a while, and he didn't even look at it. He turned his head and closed his eyes, knelt down, kowtowed and bowed several times, crying and shouting. beg for mercy.

Jiang Tang: "...Brother, I won't kill you."

Hearing this voice, the fellow raised his head suddenly and was stunned: "Is it you?"

It turned out that this person was the beggar who threatened to make Jiang Tang's head bloom.

"Yesterday, what did you see?" Jiang Tang asked him leaning against the wall while nibbling on the white-faced buns.

The beggar hesitated, hesitating, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Remember that piece of wood from yesterday? Would you like me to treat you the same?" Jiang Tang smiled slightly.

Sometimes, threatening people works well.

The beggar shivered again, and all of a sudden he told what he had seen last night.

It turned out that last night the beggar found that he had not returned the drug, so he turned back halfway.

It's good that he didn't go back. As soon as he turned back, he saw an extraordinarily high scene.

The Huaqing dog bit the dog, unable to listen to Du Long's abuse, he directly lifted the person up and strangled him to death in mid-air.

The beggar was extremely frightened. Seeing that Hua Qing seemed to be aware, he looked here gloomily, and he quickly held his breath.

He was scared to pee his pants.

(End of this chapter)