Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

As soon as the mustache fell, before Xiao Lin could speak, a cold murderous aura suddenly filled the hall.

The wind swept through, the sky shield appeared out of thin air, the slender jade hand was tightly choking the moustache's throat, and his face was full of frosty murderous air.

"The humble ant, dare to insult Emperor Ming, you should cut it!"

"You...who are you?!"

The mustache shopkeeper was full of horror and couldn't help but screamed: "I'm just a weapon seller. These rumors are also hearsay, woman heroes!"

"Okay, Tiandun, let him go."

Xiao Lin waved his hand disapprovingly, and Tiandun gave a cold snort and threw the mustache shopkeeper on the ground.

"Treasurer, hearing is fictitious, seeing is believing. If you don't know about some things, it's better not to speak casually, because it is easy to speak out."

Xiao Lin stepped forward unhurriedly, grabbed the Demon God Pestle with one hand, weighed the weight, and sighed in disappointment.

"If the Emperor Ming could be killed with this thing, then Emperor Ming would have been assassinated hundreds of times."

"Let's go, Tiandun, look elsewhere."

After that, Xiao Lin left with his hands behind his back, and Tiandun hesitated a little before turning around and walking to the shopkeeper.

The mustache shopkeeper was so scared that he was so excited: "Woman, you...what else do you want?!"

"Dare to insult the owner's name with a broken pestle. It stands to reason that I should cut off your heads to apologize."

Tiandun snorted coldly, "But my master has a kind heart, forgive you for waiting for the dog's life, and use this broken pestle to repay your sin karma!"

After all, Tiandun's slender fingers exerted a slight force, and directly grabbed the bowl of thick and thin Demon God Pestle from the middle into two pieces, and fell to the ground with a cry.

This scene made the moustache shopkeeper and all the guys in Divine Armament's face blue and dumbfounded.

"This...this woman actually interrupted the Devil God Pestle!"

"Oh my God, that's the invincible demon descending sacred pestle!"

"A major event is going to happen now, and the king of heaven will definitely not be able to spare the shopkeeper!"

The guys were chatting and talking, Tiandun gave a cold snort and turned around to follow in Xiao Lin's footsteps.

"Tiandun, why are you following me secretly?" Xiao Lin asked with a puzzled smile.

"Because I am worried about the master's safety."

Tiandun lowered his head and said guiltily: "Master can't use spiritual skills now, there will definitely be someone taking advantage of the fire and wanting to take this opportunity to plot against you."

"You are the ninth-five god, and you can't afford to lose it. That's why Tianshi disobeyed the order and followed the master behind his back without authorization..."

"Hahahaha, as expected, you still care about me the most."

Xiao Lin raised his hand and touched Tiandun's black hair. Tiandun Venerable's face was slightly red, and he lowered his head embarrassedly like a little girl.

"It's all here, just to help me choose a weapon at hand."

Xiao Lin and Tiandun walked side by side, continuing to wander around this bazaar.

But Tiandun couldn't stop frowning as he walked.

"The quality of these weapons is too bad, all of them are defective and inferior, and they are not worthy of your noble status as the master."

"Like this sword, although it is made with the craftsmanship of a sky-level forge, the iron used is too bad, and it will be exposed and shattered to pieces if you deal with a more powerful enemy."

These shoddy weapons simply couldn't get into the eyes of Tiandun, and Xiao Lin happened to save worry and effort, rest assured that Tiandun would help him check it out.

As he walked, Tiandun suddenly stopped.

"Master, look."

Xiao Lin glanced intently and frowned slightly.

At this moment, at a booth in front of him, several managers in green robes were surrounded by a little girl.

"Smelly girl, get out of me quickly, is this where you should come?"

"That's it, every day you come here so badly that we can't do business anymore?"

Behind the little girl was a long and thin wooden box covered with dirty white cloth, emitting a pungent smell.

With tears in her eyes, the little girl choked her head while choking her head: "Two masters, I will leave as soon as I sell the treasure from my family. Please give me a few days of mercy."

"No discussion, get out of here, or we will throw you out!"

Several people in Qingpao started punching and kicking the little girl, the little girl always knelt down, neither dared to resist nor dodge.

"It's too much!"

Tiandun clenched his fists angrily, "Master, these running dogs are arrogant, let their subordinates teach them a lesson!"

"No, I know this little girl."

Xiao Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "I'll do it myself."

This little girl who was punched and kicked was no one else, but the little girl I met by chance in The Underworld Valley of Yan Yan Island-Chu Yan!

"Master, please, just give me one day, and I will leave before tonight..."

"Other discussions, get out of here now!"

A man in a green robe jumped straight on and grabbed Chu Yan's messy hair. Chu Yan's painful eyes couldn't help but tears.

Just as he was about to pick up Chu Yan, Xiao Lin appeared like a ghost in his hands, firmly grasping the shoulder of the man in Qingpao.

"Friend, being so rude to a little girl, isn't it good?"

The man in Qingpao glanced back at Xiao Lin, sneered and said, "Boy, do you know whose place this is?"

"I advise you not to be nosy, otherwise, even you will throw it out!"

However, before the Qingpao Man had finished speaking, Xiao Lin had already slammed his face with a punch, flying him more than ten meters away, fainting in the crowd.

The other people in Qingpao were shocked, and they obviously didn't expect Xiao Lin to have the courage to do it.

Before they could react, Xiao Lin stomped the ground out of a crack with a single foot, full of murderous aura.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Everyone shuddered and fled in a hurry. They didn't have the courage to be an enemy of such a terrifying monster.

After driving away the people in Qingpao, Xiao Lin slowly leaned down, "Yan'er, why are you here?"

Chu Yan raised her head and stared at Xiao Lin blankly, with glittering tears in her eyes.

"Benefactor, it's you..."

"I...I finally found you..."

Chu Yan hugged Xiao Lin tightly, crying desperately like a lost child finally found his family.

"Don't cry, tell me, what happened?"

Xiao Lin comforted Chu Yan, raised his eyes and looked intently, frowning tightly.

Just now he stood a little far away, and when he approached, Xiao Lin could see clearly that there was a wooden sign standing behind Chu Yan, with red blood on it, and the words "Selling Swords and Burying Father" were written impressively.

It turned out that the pungent and stinking thing behind Chu Yan was not a long wooden box at all, but a simple coffin made of wooden boards!

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