Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 111 The Power of the Monster Race Talisman Treasure

The puppet is still fierce in melee combat, and in a moment he has arrived at Poison Luo's side, flying up and down with his hands, weaving an airtight fist net to envelop Poison Luo, while the Queen Bee and Red Cicada flitted aside , As long as there is a gap in the fist net of the puppet, it will launch an attack, either the bee sting of the queen bee, or the Lihuo of the red cicada.

Cultivator Xudan is worthy of being a monk of Xudan. Even if he was besieged by three masters who are equivalent to foundation building, he did not show his defeat. A layer of gray-black shield appeared around Poison Luo, covering him completely. The human fist was still the attack of the Red Cicada Queen Bee. Although it hit the shield, it couldn't do anything for a while. It just dimmed the light of his shield a little. Mana, but recovered after a while.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to have such a high-level puppet. It seems that it is no less than Foundation Establishment Dzogchen, or even a monk of Xudan. Unfortunately, your cultivation base is too low to control it. Such a high-level puppet can only punch and kick. Attacking, however, is of no great use, and when it is in my hands, its power must be a hundred times greater than it is now."

"You are only building a foundation. I want to see how long you can last. As long as you don't have this puppet, I see how you can escape."

At this moment, Fang Yan was standing on the side of the fighting stage, motionless, his hands hidden behind his own protective magic weapon, everyone's attention was on Pouluo's side, few people noticed Fang Yan's movements, and occasionally two of them spotted him. He held back all his strength, and it was only because of his difficulty in controlling the puppet.

Fang Yan felt the mana gushing out of his body very quickly, and quickly threw the top-grade spiritual liquid Yunling San bought in Linglong Pavilion yesterday from the Qiankun Pot into his mouth. Now, many people around have discovered it.

"What is that, such a strong aura fluctuation." "Yunlingsan? A small bottle of Yunlingsan worth 10,000+ spirit stones?"

"Oh my god, what trick is he going to launch?"

Jin Lingzi also saw Fangyan's actions, and after discovering the Yunling San in Fangyan's hand, he immediately raised the protection of the fighting platform to another level.

What do monks fear most in martial arts?I am most afraid of going all out.

For example, if a monk with a golden core is against a monk with an upper illusory core, in terms of cultivation and spells, no matter what, the monk with a golden core will not lose. However, even if a Jindan cultivator wins, it will be a tragic victory. It can be said that if you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred, and it is even more likely that you will destroy the Dao Foundation.

But the cultivation base of the dialect is too low. Even if he blew himself up on the first floor, he would not have that ability. Suffering some injuries is far from fatal, but for some reason, Jin Lingzi always felt that Fang Yan's blow was not easy, and almost subconsciously raised the defense of the fighting platform by a level.

Du Luo, who was trying his best to protect himself, suddenly found that the pressure lightened, and the three things besieging him disappeared in an instant: "Haha, did you run out of consciousness so quickly? Let's see how to deal with you, even in so many people Let me make such a big embarrassment in front of you."

Before Du Luo finished speaking, he saw a light feather appearing in front of him, showing a dark golden light: "This is it?"

Before he could see what it was, Du Luo sensed the danger. There was an aura like that of a Golden Core cultivator on a small feather. Just as he had time to sacrifice his spirit armor, he felt a huge wave of pressure. The magic power hit him: "Is this a talisman? The talisman of a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Everyone didn't see clearly what happened, they only saw that Fang Yan seemed to throw out some kind of magic weapon, and the situation was reversed in an instant. risk.

Fang Yan retracted the tail feathers that had released the power, and he had to admire the strength of the monk Xudan in his heart. This was a sneak attack by the monk Jindan, and he didn't kill Du Luo.

Naturally, the dialect would not let this opportunity go, and came to Poison Luo's side in a flash, and the puppet Queen Bee Beast and Chichan appeared beside him at the same time. Today's dialect dare not be sloppy, and the dialect has already learned the skills of the cultivation world However, even the four people watching should not take it lightly.

A voice came from next to my ear: "Stop." It was Jin Lingzi's voice.

How could Dialect be willing to listen to him, watching the puppet man pass through Poison Luo's dantian, and when his hand came out again, there was a looming ball in his hand.Dialect released several god-killing thorns, until it was confirmed that Du Luo was dead and his spirit would never be left behind, then Fang Yan stretched out his hand, swept away the magic weapons that fell beside Du Luo, and stood up. On the side, watching Jin Lingzi rushing over.

Jin Lingzi looked at the dialect with a sinking face. He didn't expect that the dialect had so many tricks in his hands, and he even killed Du Luo alive. At least it was a talisman refined by the Yuanying monk, but the background of the dialect didn't help him. After investigation, it is just an ordinary casual cultivator, how could there be such a powerful talisman.

Now Jin Lingzi is also a little depressed. He originally wanted to sell Du Luo a favor, and got the gold-eating ant larvae from Du Luo that he had been looking for for a long time. There are tens of thousands of people staring at him. If he takes the dialect down by force, he will not be able to stay in Guiyun Town anymore. After all, his identity is the guardian of Guiyun Town, and the dialect is Guiyun no matter what. residents of the town.

The people in the audience didn't react, why suddenly, a Void Core cultivator was bombarded and killed, even the Void Core that had already formed was dug away, the opponent was still a small foundation building monk, Before the matter was over, everyone saw Jin Lingzi, the guardian of Guiyun Town and the apprentice of Elder Tianfeng, standing on the stage.

After a while, Jin Lingzi said to the dialect: "I don't care what your origin is, but you killed the inner disciple of Wan Poison Sect today, you can't stay here in Guiyun Town, I will give you a day, leave Return to Yunzhen."

After finishing speaking, Jin Lingzi made a dodge and flew away from the martial arts platform with his disciples.

At this time, Fang Yan put away the other two tail feathers in his hand, and without counting the harvest, he directly put Du Luo and the corpse of the bald sand eagle into the Qiankun Pot, jumped off the fighting platform, and headed towards Jiuzhong. Go upstairs.

Seeing the dialect who jumped off the stage, everyone involuntarily spread out to both sides, making way for a path more than two feet wide. No matter what time, the strong are respected, and those who can kill Xudan cultivator are the ones who will return home. Yunzhen can be regarded as a strong man no matter what.

It wasn't until the dialect disappeared at the intersection that everyone remembered their loss.

"My spirit stone, that is my accumulation over the years."

"My middle-grade treasure, I mortgaged the bet made by the middle-grade treasure."

All of a sudden, everyone shouted, and only a few people suddenly became excited. They were the ones who beat the dialect to win. Although each of them only had a few hundred spirit stones, if they paid one hundred and fifty, that would be tens of thousands of spirit stones. Stone, enough for a low-grade treasure.After yelling a few times, he noticed the unkind eyes of countless people around him, quickly stopped his voice, and quietly rushed towards Jiuchonglou.

The owner of Jiuchonglou, who just saw the dialect's victory, hurried back to his shop. The most depressed person at the moment was the owner of Jiuchonglou. A Xudan cultivator was killed. Although the boss of Jiuchonglou had lost hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, he had earned tens of millions of spirit stones, but he was still dissatisfied for a while, because the biggest winner of this gamble It's that young man, that is, the dialect that killed Xudan just now, with more than 6000 million spirit stones.

Looking at the tens of millions of spirit stones and treasures in his warehouse, the boss of Jiuchonglou wanted to abscond with the money. He was afraid of causing public anger. Now it is different. If they were all killed, the boss would no longer have the idea of ​​escaping.

"Boss, that monk is here."

"Ah? Which one?"

"It's the young man who bet this morning."

"Please, please." In any case, the boss of Jiuzhonglou knew that this young man had earned him tens of millions of spirit stones, not to mention such a powerful method, so when he made a decision at this moment, he naturally made the dialect as the guest of honor. reception.

(End of this chapter)