Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Xuan He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "The old man forgives sins, and the younger generation is always careless."

Before Xuanhe could speak, Old Devil Yin suddenly said, "Will there be ghost cultivators in the city?"

Hearing the word "ghost repair", Fang Lang's Leng Gen stood up. This old devil's methods were too terrifying. Thousands of miles away, he can still feel the ups and downs of the ghost in the air. Fortunately, the hunting wind used the place of truth to enter and leave the inn, and the ghost's swing was limited to the inn, otherwise Yin and the old man would have discovered the truth immediately.

Xuandao: "Really?" He hurriedly released his thoughts, explored the inn where this incident happened, and really felt a slight fluctuation in his soul.

"Yes, it was a ghost who killed our two disciples. When did Tiannan Island have ghosts? Are you monks incompetent?"

Fang Lang knew that the old demon Yin could not trace the source of the ghost fluctuations, and began to anger people.

Xianhe naturally can only say: "The younger generation is really incompetent."

The old ghost snorted again: "No matter who he is, he doesn't want to escape the palm of this chair." Disappeared at the moment of vanity.

Xuanxue couldn't help wiping the cold sweat off his forehead. After returning to the teahouse, the monks on the street also breathed a sigh of relief, being shrouded in the air by the false knowledge of the nine layers of Xuanxue, the smell was terrible.

Fang Lang said suddenly: "Speaking of ghost repair, there is indeed a ghost in this city."

Xuanhe naturally understood who Fang Lang was talking about, and said: "Fortunately, the hunting wind has entered the ghost road, otherwise this time we will not be able to get rid of this relationship, and the old demon Yin is also aware of this, don't worry, Xiaodao, The old devil will never doubt the hunting wind."

Fang Lang also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "This is good."

At this time, the two people had already walked out of the inn, and the bodies of the two people should have belonged to them.

When they saw Xuanhe standing in front of the window of the teahouse, he also changed his haughty look, and hurried to watch the ceremony, so they nodded, and the two hurried away.

Xuan and Fang Lang sat for several hours, waiting for the three of Huang Junxing to make a list of goods, and then handed it to Fang Lang before leaving.

Fang Lang also left the crowd and returned to his little practice school. That night, based on the list submitted by the three of Huang Junxing, he would calculate the quantity and price of the items each person needed, and which item was the most expensive, and he would sell the property to this person. Fang Lang, who is not very good at this kind of paperwork, was busy for two hours before he settled down.

Of course, Huang Junxing needs more candy to strengthen his image as a manager. More importantly, Huang Junxing belongs to a clan that is not weak. In the future, he might take advantage of this good opportunity to take advantage of a chance or two.

After everything settled down, Fang Lang took out the flying fragment that Hunting Wind gave him. The material used to fly to the temple is said to be a rare crystal produced in Wonderland, not even available in the Pilgrimage Kingdom. So even a fragment is a treasure.

But Fang Lang didn't use this fragment to practice the idea of ​​alchemy. The ascension temple was destroyed, and it has always been a big heart in Fang Lang's heart. Without this flying to the temple, how should monks fly to the vast What about heaven?

The boundary between Hetian and the universe can be said to be unshakable, even if the gods reach the level of longevity, they are helpless, and the flying palace is the only way to connect the world and Chaotian realm. fly. ..