Beast Blood Panlong

"Good boy, I just don't have time to pay attention to you. This time, a customer is bidding on your life!"

In a short time, the old woman finished reading the entire folded paper, and when she returned it to the man in black, she said in a deep voice:

"The game in Happy Valley is going on as usual, and there are no problems with the missions. However, it would be safer for Lao Wu to go to the thirteenth mission. Also, for the twenty-fifth mission, Lao Wu is asked to personally take action and tells him to be careful. Twenty

Target No. 5 has a powerful spiritual beast next to him..."

"Yes, Hall Master, it's just that No. 25 is just a little Spirit King, so asking the Second Hall Master to take action is a bit overkill..." The man was a little confused and asked.

"Don't talk nonsense. I have my own sense of discretion. Do as I say. This is the whereabouts of No. 25. You can give it to the second brother." The old woman took out a silver mirror from her arms and handed it to the man in black.

"yes."

The man quickly left on an eagle, but he was still puzzled by the old woman's arrangement. He thought to himself: "Who is this guy? He deserves so much attention from the hall master. He actually sent the second hall master to go there in person, and the customer paid for it."

The price is not too high either…”

After a few days, Sanbao has gradually figured out the temperament of the flamingo, and a tacit understanding between them has slowly begun to be established. Although the flying speed of the third-level flamingo is not very fast, it has excellent flying endurance and can fly for five or six hours every day.

Not a problem.

On this day, Sanbao ordered the flamingo to land outside a small town, leaving the little butterfly dragon to guard it before entering the town alone.

Because it’s time for the Fluttersaurus Teeth Fighting Festival again.

Since the little guy mastered the magical power of giant transformation, his appetite has increased greatly. He always wants to eat three to five meals a day to feel satisfied. Unlike the three treasures, as his cultivation level increases, his requirements for ordinary water and food become less and less.

As your cultivation level increases, you can absorb more and more spiritual energy from heaven and earth. This spiritual energy is enough to maintain the operation of your body. Even if you don't touch a grain of rice for three to five days, there will be no problem.

The town is not big, with only a few taverns. Entering the largest of them, Sanbao only ordered a few vegetarian dishes, and then prepared a few bottles of strong liquor.

Instead, I ordered more than ten plates of chicken, duck, and fish for Xiaodielong.

In order not to shock the world, Sanbao packed everything into a storage bag as usual, planning to ride a flamingo outside the town and then eat with the little butterfly dragon.

Otherwise, the huge gap between the size of the small butterfly dragon and its appetite would definitely shock the jaws of the surrounding guests.

Before the transformation, the little butterfly dragon was only half a foot in size and looked no more than two kilograms. However, the food it ate each time was ten times its weight, which made Sanbao Qing extremely embarrassed.

After leaving the tavern, Sanbao became addicted to alcohol. Without waiting to return to the outside of the town, he poured a sip from the pot of strong liquor hanging in his hand while walking.

"Yeah, it smells really good."

After taking a sip of strong wine, Sanbao felt comfortable all over and unconsciously closed his eyes slightly.

In front, an old man in gray clothes was walking slowly with two baskets of groceries on his shoulders. Perhaps due to his age, the old salesman's steps were a little staggered. When he walked in front of Sanbao, his knees bent and he almost fell down.

"Old man, be careful!" Sanbao quickly stretched out his hand to help the old man.

Whoosh.

There was a crisp sound, and a dark dagger suddenly pierced Sanbao's chest without any warning. No matter how fast Sanbao reacted, there was no time to dodge, and he just instinctively moved his body to one side.

Sanbao never expected that this old salesman would come to assassinate him, and at the moment of his assassination, a huge wave of spiritual energy would burst out.

He is a three-star spiritual emperor.

San Bao has encountered life and death crises many times, but it has never been as thrilling as today. The short sword of the top-grade spiritual weapon instantly pierced San Bao's coat, and the spiritual armor on his body could only slightly slow down the opponent's speed. With a pop,

It stabbed directly into Sanbao's chest.

No matter how powerful the body of the Three Treasures is, it cannot withstand the sneak attack of this intermediate spiritual emperor.

In the moment of life and death, Sanbao reacted very quickly and dodged slightly. Only then did the opponent's spiritual sword not pierce the heart, but only penetrated the heart vein between the heart and lungs.

Almost at the moment when the dagger penetrated, Sanbao grabbed the opponent's dagger with his left hand and pushed it out with a palm of his right hand.

Bang.

After shaking himself a few steps away, Sambo's whole body flashed with golden light. In an instant, eight phantoms appeared around him at the same time. By the time the killer recognized which one was a real person, Sambo was already five meters away.

There was a bang, and until then, the wine bottle in Sanbao's hand just fell to the ground.

"You're not dead?" The killer obviously didn't expect that Sanbao's physical body was so strong. After being stabbed in the heart, he could still use all his spiritual skills to escape, and his speed was astonishing.

With a whoosh, the killer turned into a black light and chased after him.

There was chaos all around the town, and screams were heard everywhere.

"Look, there's a murderer. Hey, why are they missing?"

"Is it because your eyesight is dazzled?"

The residents of the town only felt that their eyes flickered, and the two figures had disappeared. Needless to say, the speed of Sanbao's escape was natural, and the speed of the killer in gray was equally astonishing.

"Xiaodie, transform, come quickly."

Almost at the same time that Sanbao was stabbed, Xiaodielong turned into a stream of light and flew rapidly towards the town. The difference between the two was only a few kilometers. At the fastest speed of Xiaodielong, it only took a dozen breaths.

Although the time was not long, for Sanbao who was seriously injured, every moment was a glimmer of hope. While trying his best to escape, Sanbao only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and because of the severe damage to his heart, even his spiritual power was rapidly increasing.

of weakening.

Sanbao's injuries were too serious and he couldn't get away from him at all. Within a few breaths, the black shadow from behind pounced on him again, and what greeted him was a flash of astonishingly powerful blue light.

It was the genuine dagger that Sanbao took out from the storage bag in an instant. When the killer approached, Sanbao didn't even look back and casually threw out the only blow of the genuine spiritual weapon.

"Genuine spiritual weapon?" The killer obviously didn't expect that a little spirit king would possess a genuine spiritual weapon. His face immediately changed and his figure stopped suddenly.

The power of the genuine spiritual weapon is so great that the killer did not dare to attack it head-on. He stopped his feet and turned sideways to avoid it. Even so, a large piece of the clothes around his waist was cut off. If it were not for the body-protecting spirit on his body,

Gang, this blow is enough to hurt him.

Even so, the killer was still startled and broke into a cold sweat.

Just this delay increased the distance between the two by more than ten meters.

"Huh, if you hit me with my sword, you can run a few more steps," the Ling Emperor Killer knew very well the power of his blow just now. If it were an ordinary Soul King, Ling Emperor would have fallen to the ground long ago. Although Sanbao was running,

However, the spiritual power in the whole body was obviously weakening rapidly, until it was zero.

five four three two one.

Just when San Zhibao was completely exhausted and about to fall to the ground, a huge fiery red phantom finally arrived in front of him.

After the transformation, Xiaodielong ignored the many pedestrians on the road and directed a rain of fire towards the gray-clothed killer behind Sanbao.

"ah……"

At the same time, he stretched out his claws and held Sanbao, who was about to faint, under his feet. While the four butterfly wings flapped rapidly, the flames in his mouth spurted out.

The killer reacted very quickly. After feeling the huge power of the fire rain, he stopped instantly. When he attacked again with his sword, the flames from Xiaodielong's mouth were already coming.

Moreover, the body flew up to ten meters in an instant, reaching a height of 100 meters in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a red light and gradually faded away.

"Failed? I failed to assassinate a Spirit King?" The old man stared at the sky and stood there blankly, as if he didn't believe the facts in front of him.

However, he soon woke up, and after a loud roar, a huge black eagle fell from the sky. The old man jumped lightly, stood behind the eagle, and immediately flew towards the sky.

The speeds of the fourth-level elementary Black Eagle and Xiaodie Dragon were far behind each other. The old man only chased for half a quarter of an hour before he completely lost sight of the Three Treasures.

The killer in gray was naturally none other than the second hall master mentioned by the master of Linghe Island.

I looked at the spiritual mirror in my hand. The light spot on it was motionless not far away. It was the signal of the third-order flamingo. The owner of the flamingo island had already made hidden soul marks for all the flamingos on the island.

As long as it is within a certain range, it can be sensed. Sanbao was careless for a while and kept riding the flamingo, which gave the opponent a chance to take advantage of it.

"Forget it, let's take back the flamingo for the hall master first," the old man Lingdi gently patted the neck of the black eagle under him. The black eagle glided and quickly changed its direction.

Click.

With a huge hawk cry, the black eagle landed quietly outside the town. Under a green pine tree a hundred meters away, a third-order flamingo was standing upright on one foot.

Next to the red crane, a red-haired young man was looking at the old Ling Emperor with surprise. The young man was tall, with piercing eyes, and a black heavy sword slung behind him. When he saw the old man jumping off the eagle's back, he

asked:

"Second Hall Master, you won't tell me that you missed, right? This is simply a shame for our Beast Blood Sect!"

The person who assassinated the Three Treasures was none other than Gui Shou, the Second Hall Master of Qianhe Hall of the Beast Blood Sect, and the young man who questioned him was Li Feng, the Fifth Hall Master of Qianhe Hall, another top assassin.

As for the old witch, she is the master of the Qianhe Hall of the Beast Blood Sect.

"Hey, I didn't expect that boy to be so strong!" Gui Shou blushed and said sarcastically.

It is indeed extremely strange to know that from the information collected in the Beast Blood Sect, the Three Treasures were not as good as a Spirit King, but they were able to escape the assassination of an intermediate Spirit Emperor.

Ghost Hand's prestige in Qianhe Hall is extremely high, second only to the master of the hall, the master of Red Crane Island. Even the Spirit Emperor cannot be spared from his sneak attack, let alone a small Spirit King.

"It seems that the second hall master's skills have deteriorated a lot. He can even fail to assassinate a spirit king!" Li Feng didn't seem to have much respect for the second hall master, and instead laughed loudly.

"Stop making sarcastic remarks. If you have the ability, try it," Guishou counterattacked.

"What if I succeed?" Li Feng sneered, then took out a scarlet human head from his storage bag and threw it to Ghost Hand.