MTL - Mixed Miners-Chapter 1775 Black shop

Nima still did not hide.

Yang Ling's cheeks pumped a few steps to step out of the enchantment, and the power of the spirit was also released. Suddenly, the robbers thundered like a shark that smelled bloody, and a large share of the slammed slammed on Yang Ling's head.

Yang Ling’s body trembled and felt that it was powered by the socket. The hair was erected, and a thunder fell in the sea of ​​gods. What surprised Yang Ling was that countless rule chains in the thundering thunder disappeared out of thin air. Beginning to absorb the robbery, these rules chain slowly condensed a layer of special brilliance, moisturizing like water, releasing a very ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"噗通~" All the bones were split into enamel-like giant pythons in front of Yang Ling, watching Yang Ling, who was bathed in the thunder, and even squatting on the ground.

Yang Ling thought about a finger, a rune flew out into a black vortex floating on the top of the giant clam, and the remaining robbers were also absorbed by the vortex into the sea of ​​Yangling.

Without the impact of robbery, the skeleton cracks on the giant clam began to rapidly merge, and a layer of periosteum began to grow. Then the meridians and flesh began to accumulate on the skeleton, and a thick atmosphere slowly emanated. After the robbery, the giant clam Finally, advanced, and Yang Ling and other giant pythons completely recovered and dispelled the rule vortex. The robbery thundered again on the giant clam, and a large number of robbers were absorbed into the refining and refining by the giant body.

Time passed by seven or eight days.

This mountain has returned to calm, but in addition to the sound of the wind, I heard the sound of any birds and beasts.

Under a collapsed mountain peak, Yang Ling looked at a khaki giant python in front of himself, his eyes continued to pump, and then sighed and said: "You can follow me, but can you make yourself smaller!"

When Yang Ling spoke, he also gestured with a gesture. I didn't expect the giant python to nod. The hair on his body was a halo, and it instantly became almost as high as Yangling.

Yang Ling looked at this Mao monkey more tangled. People are not like ghosts. They are still swaying and swaying. It is really unsightly, so take a set of robes from the ring and throw them away. For a moment, the Mao monkey actually knows again in seconds, and the three, five, and two are placed on the body.

Almost like this, Yang Ling looked up and down and said: "You will call Sun Wukong in the future, follow me and not cause trouble!"

The monkey with a stunned mouth is immediately excited and screaming.

Yang Ling stood up and swayed with a sigh of relief. He used the power of the soul to lie down with a local caravan and even rolled up the horses. Then he jumped on the mountain with gravel, like a black cloud quickly disappeared. In the middle of the mountains.

On a flat riverbank, a group of people from the caravan waking up in a secluded way, but found that all around the place was calm. Except for the few camels that had fallen off the mountain, all the horses and horses were still there, but Yang Ling was gone, a group of people. Inexplicably, I found it in the vicinity for a long time and didn't find it. I had to keep on the road. When I found the route according to the map, I found that there was only less than a hundred miles away from Yunfeng City.

At this time, Yang Ling has taken this monkey named Sun Wukong into Yunfeng City.

Yunfeng City is much larger than Yangling imagined. It occupies a few dozen square kilometers and has a population of two million. In this sparsely populated era, it is a bustling place.

Yang Ling walked in front with a big knife. Sun Wukong wore a robe wearing a bucket, and a bag was hung on his shoulders. He was obviously excited and jumped along the street. The furry paws kept on the roadside stalls. The grasp of the world, the human world, is obviously full of temptation to him.

Yang Ling walked on both sides and saw a relatively large shop. He went straight and walked straight to the front of the counter.

"What do the two officers want to buy?" A voluptuous young woman in her thirties is twisting her hips and hips.

"I want to sell something!" Yang Ling touched her waist, took out a small fish skin pocket, opened it and handed it to the young woman.

“Haidongzhu!” The young woman was quite surprised. She poured the beads in her pockets into the palm of her hand. A thumb-sized round blue pearl exudes a sea of ​​water, which looks like a dream.

"Yes, how much can you sell?" Yang Ling nodded.

"Three thousand texts!" The young woman smiled and reloaded the pearl into the pocket.

"What is worth three thousand texts?" A young man in a shop wearing a brocade came out with a folding fan. He took a fish skin pocket and looked at it. His eyes flashed into his pocket and said: " An ordinary Dongzhu only gave him five hundred texts." The young man said that he had folded the fan and went outside the door.

"Three thousand texts, bring it!" Yang Ling reached out to the young woman, but the young woman turned away and looked ugly, as if she didn't hear it.

I rely on! This is a black shop! Yang Ling raised several black lines on his forehead.

"砰~"

Just as the young man stepped out of the gate, a gray shadow hit the young man's back. The young man didn't even have time to make any sound and it exploded into a **** fog. The thighs and the broken legs of the thighs smashed and fell out. A head fell on the street and rolled out.

"Ah~~~" The young woman screamed in the middle of the counter with a terrified scream.

On the street, the chickens and dogs danced in an instant, and the bustling crowds swayed away~www.novelbuddy.com~

Yang Ling: ...

"What?" The shop rushed out of a few five big three thick guys, waiting to see the scene of the door, could not help but look pale, one by one, watching the Sun Wukong standing at the door with a fight to go back.

"What kind of system is it?" Inside, there is a majestic middle-aged man dressed in Chinese costume.

"High...high treasurer, three...three young masters are dead!" said a guy stuttering.

"What?" The middle-aged man rushed to the door in a few steps, saw the broken bones and the head on the street, and his face was instantly pale, then turned and yelled, "kill him!"

"Don't want to die, don't move!" With a faint voice, Yang Ling slowly walked to the gate and looked at the flesh and blood of the steps. He couldn't help but **** a few times and took a small fish from Sun Wukong's hand. The leather pocket, and then could not help but sigh, "The high treasurer is right, is your family three young masters dead for a long time?"

"You..." The high treasurer squatted and pointed at Yang Ling. "You don't want to escape. Kill me the three masters of Yunjia. You can't escape without a day."

"Yeah!" Yang Ling nodded and grabbed a chair and sat down at the door and said, "We didn't want to go, you go find someone, I will wait for you for an hour!"

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