Super Dragon Slaughtering System

The first thousand six hundred and eighty chapters of nosy

Zhan Lu Xian Chao.

Wanshou Valley.

This place is because of the prohibition of the undead fairy, the four seasons of Changchun, the natural abundance, plus the undead fairy does not have the habit of enslaving low-ranking monks, attracting a lot of scattered to come to live, creating a lively and extraordinary city. .

However, because the undead sage has not been seated in this place recently, the strongest creators of his majesty have disappeared. Gradually, there are rumors that the immortal sage is being smothered by powerful enemies, causing chaos, and several forces opposing the Wanshou Valley are sometimes tempted. A bit, far from the bustle of the original.

When Ningqi had just stepped into this place, the monks around him were in a hurry, even those monks in the stalls were not very good-looking.

"This son, what can you see? It’s sold cheaply, sold these things, and you have to leave here with your granddaughter..."

Seeing Ning Qi stopped in front of the booth. The old man who was the stall owner seemed to smell the business opportunity. He quickly asked him, sitting next to him, sitting on a girl, it looked like he was only ten years old, and his body exudes a faint demon atmosphere.

The girl’s eyes are very large and bright. Looking at Ning Qi’s eyes, there is a longing for eagerness. It seems that she hopes that Ning Qi will buy all the things from her grandfather’s booth.

"Old Zhang, I don't buy anything, just ask for a way."

Ning Qi smiled.

The old man’s face is difficult to disappoint, and the faint road: “Where is the son going?”

"Where is the Dongfu of the immortal fairy?"

Ning Qi asked.

The old man gave a slight glimpse, then pointed to a direction, said: "From here to go, you can reach the real Wanshou Valley by turning over a few mountains. There is the Dongfu of the undead fairy, but the son is looking for the undead. His old man is no longer in the valley, I see the son is a white one..."

"Thank you, old man, how do you sell these things?"

Ning Qi nodded with a smile, then his eyes fell to the booth, with some porcelain bottles on it, and some not too high-quality herbs, and several pieces of implements.

The old man heard the words, his face showed a hint of joy, spit flying to describe his family's things, said that there are few in the sky, the earth is hard to find.

“How much did you buy all?”

Ning Qi interrupted the old man’s self-selling boast.

"A total of ... two hundred Zhan Lu Xian coins..."

The old man seems to have a hint of heartache in his eyes. If these things are placed on weekdays, they can at least sell about 250 ounces of Zhanlu scent, but now Wanshou Valley is overturned and can only be sold, only to be in danger. Leave this place.

"Zhanlu Xianju I don't have..."

Ning Qi said here, the old man seems to have a hint of anger in his eyes, Ning Qi continued to laugh: "Two hundred ways to spread the fairy, bar, you see is feasible?"

"Okay, naturally!"

In the eyes of the old man, there is a hint of joy, and the Dao Yan Xian coins are much better than the Zhanlu Xian coins. The 200-way Yanxian coins are worth at least 300 RMB CZ!

The nearby stall owners showed a hint of envy, and they all went forward to sell their own things. Ning Qi just took away the things from the old man’s booth and left two hundred Yan Xian coins, and walked toward the direction of Wanshou Valley. Did not take a few steps, suddenly someone took a sigh of cold, horrified.

"The monks of the Beast Valley and Shibuya are coming!!"

"Everyone flies!"

In the city, the chickens flew and jumped. Before they sold things, the old man who was preparing to leave with his granddaughter quickly took her arm and flew north.

"Where is the embers of the Wanshou Valley?"

A loud bang, like a thunder, suddenly exploded on the top of the crowd, and then a large group of monks appeared in all directions, encircling the entire city.

There was a breath in the city, and I saw a singer who was standing in the void, looking at the monks in all directions, and his eyes fell on two of the leaders.

"The wolf ghost, the bones are less respected, you are coming today, but you are sure to tear my face with my Wanshou Valley? If you wait for the undead fairy to return to the old man, see this scene, you will die!"

In the whole city of Wanshou Gufang, it seems that only the creator of the lord was left. The rest of the monks saw nowhere to escape, so they had to approach him.

However, the old man took his granddaughter because he ran too fast. Now he is going to turn around and it is too late. He is being besieged by several monks. He is protecting his granddaughter everywhere, and he has quickly added more than a dozen injuries.

The monk, known as the Wolf Ghost, is the commander of the Beast Valley. The body exudes the scent of the lord of the lord, and the sacred bones are the same as him.

"Haha, don't die immortality is not to occupy yourself for many years, only to rely on the old selling old man? Occupy this Feng Shui treasure, even a little soup is not given to us, this time I am in the Beast Valley and Shibuya since the intention to join hands, not dead We are not afraid to come back. You are just a creator of the district, not our opponent, and you are not squatting for mercy. Perhaps we can spare you a life!"

The wolf ghost laughed.

"This……"

The murderer looked at the strength gap between the two sides with some fear, and then stunned his face in the face of many monks in the city.

He is not guilty, he really wants to fight today. He is definitely not the opponent of two robbing creators. He can only plead for all, and stealing.

"When you don't die, you want to look good!"

He secretly gnashed his teeth in his heart.

When the monk of the city saw it, he could only look at him with a contemptuous look, and then he would kneel down.

"Ha, the person who knows the time is Junjie."

The bones of the dead bones are slightly raised.

"grandfather!"

In the distance, the old man has gradually lost, and his body is getting more and more injuries, but he always protects the girl under him from the other side's injury. In his state, he obviously can't support it for a long time.

The face of the dead bones and the cold face showed a trace of dissatisfaction. The monks who besieged the old man saw it and couldn’t help but scream: "I don’t die, I really want to die! I deal with him. You give me the girl in his arms. killed!"

Suddenly, the offensives of several monks became more and more fierce.

Just as the old man is about to lose, a sigh sounds.

"Ugh……"

The monks suddenly flew out, and Ningqi took the old man and landed on the ground. At the same time, a scent of spirits entered his body, and the woundedness of the old man recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The son?"

The old man’s eyes showed a hint of surprise, and the girl in her arms also looked at Ning Qi with her big eyes.

"busy body?"

The bones of the dead bones are slightly wrinkled.

"You want to take it in Wanshou Valley. The monks here have let them go."

Ning Qi faintly looked at the dead bones and the wolves and ghosts.

If, because he killed the undead fairy, the ordinary monks who were harmed in this place were slaughtered, Ningqi was troubled. After all, these monks had little to do with the undead fairy, but they were scattered here.

"Jokes, what are you? Here is your share?"

The wolf smirked, "If you want to do more business, then tear you apart!"

Suddenly, the two men rushed to Ningqi.