Urban Super Cultivation

The cultivator who was squeezed to the back by Lin Feng was still thinking about getting angry. Seeing that Lin Feng was so lavish, he shrank his neck and quietly hid the one million low-grade spirit stones he had just prepared.

What a shame.

They were all the cultivators of the gods, and they cost 20 million, which was twenty times his.

If it wasn't for the children of a certain big power, the monk wouldn't believe it at all.

"I bet that Great Sage Lin came back to save the old white-bearded ghost, 20 million low-grade spirit stones."

Lin Feng patted the storage bag on the table and said lightly.

"Hey?"

The monk who opened the gambling market was taken aback when he heard this, but soon he was extremely excited to help Lin Feng with some related matters.

This conjoined monk had thought about it before opening the gambling, and used the odds of horrible difference to drive people to come, and there would always be people who bet on Lin Dashenghui to save people.

As a result, it was not until this morning that the monks in the fit period were a little sad. There were very few people who chose to bet to save people, but the other side reached a terrifying number.

If he pays such a figure, I am afraid that he will pay a considerable amount of money. By then, he will have nowhere to cry.

Right now, someone who was taken advantage of was really attracted by the odds. Looking at Lin Feng's posture, in the middle of the stage of transforming the gods, it is estimated that the total amount of possessions accumulated in this life is only 20 million.

Lin Feng took a jade slip that had been branded by the monk and left. This jade was simply a proof of placing a bet. As long as it was three quarters in the noon and everything was announced, he could take the jade slip to collect the bet.

However, this jade slip is different to Lin Feng, and once the matter reaches the point of irreversibility, Lin Feng will inevitably search it first.

Twenty times the odds, a full four hundred million lower-grade spirit stones, you can guess with the **** that this fit monk will inevitably fall behind.

By then, even if Lin Feng started to grab it, he would be considered justified.

The so-called bet is nothing more than grabbing a head of spirit stone.

Moreover, Lin Feng didn't plan to leave immediately. He first took the power that offended him in Xihua City.

Originally, Lin Feng had planned to let the Weihai help. After all, the two parties are now considered as partners. It would be okay to let them go on the premise of interest. However, it is no wonder that the other party used such despicable means to threaten him. Him.

Thinking in his heart, Lin Feng hummed a little tune and walked towards the center of Xihua City with Qianqian's weak and boneless jade hand.

At this time, the central square of Xihua City was already crowded with monks.

Many people even ran to the roofs of nearby buildings, found a good position, got a seat and sat down comfortably.

Lin Feng swept around, and the current positions were all occupied by other monks, so he could just drive away one, but now, it's best to keep a low profile before noon.

What displeased Lin Feng was that Qianqian attracted the attention of many people. Although his cheeks were covered by black gauze, his beautiful figure was exposed. Many monks would deliberately squeeze over here. After all, for monks, food may not be very important, but it is the best medicine to resolve the long-term boring practice.

Therefore, most of the monks are more lusty.

But these monks looked down on Qianqian too much.

Qianqian didn't show off his strength at all, but used his vitality to arrange a light mask around him. All monks who touched the light mask seemed to have touched the slippery thing in the world, and even staggered unsuspectingly. , Fell directly on the other monks.

Lin Feng saw it really. Two of the monks slipped and fell at the same time, but they rushed towards each other one after another. Their mouths were butted together, and the scene was very spicy.

Gradually, the cultivators around also found that Qianqian was not ordinary, and they didn't get close anymore.

"Brother Lin, these humans are really annoying."

Qianqian wrinkled her nose and said in a dull voice.

Lin Wei touched his nose. Although he knew Qianqian didn't say what he meant, it sounded strange.

After a dry laugh, Lin Feng said, "That’s also because Qianqian you are so beautiful. If you take off your veil, I don’t know how many people will be fascinated. But not all human monks are like them. Look at me. Is it good?"

Qianqian's beautiful eyes glanced at Lin Feng, but did not speak, but a thought suddenly emerged from her heart: "I hope Brother Lin will be attracted to me like them."

As soon as this thought came up, Qianqian's face hidden under the black gauze instantly blushed, and he spit out: "Qianqian ah Qianqian, what are you thinking about!"

Lin Feng didn't notice Qianqian's abnormality. At this time, Lin Feng's attention was all attracted by the figure tied to the stone pillar in the center of the square.

Lin Feng saw at a glance that the man was the old white-bearded ghost, only the tragic situation of the old white-bearded ghost at this time, but made Lin Feng extremely frightened and angry.

Lin Feng knew that in ancient times there was a cruel criminal law called three swords and six holes.

However, compared with the current misery of the old ghost with white beard, three knives and six holes are nothing more than children's playthings.

Lin Feng relied on his powerful spiritual sense to easily judge the condition of the old white beard at this time.

The hamstrings and hamstrings were all picked off~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There were burn marks on the meridians, and scars and scorched black were seen everywhere on the skin.

All the ribs in front of his chest were broken, and the old ghost with white beard was dying at this time.

In fact, these skin injuries are nothing to the monks, but the problem is that the dantian of the old ghost with the white beard is sealed by the Forbidden Yuan Curse, which means that the old ghost with the white beard has no way to do it. Running.

The yuan force cannot work, and naturally it cannot help him recover from his injuries.

So much so that these methods of dealing with ordinary things caused the old white bearded ghost, a monk in the later stage of the transformation, to moor to the brink of death.

"These **** guys."

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and instantly radiated the huge spiritual consciousness to the surroundings. In just one breath, all the monks within a radius of ten miles were included.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly: "There are really many people."

"Brother Lin, how many monks are there?"

Qianqian asked softly from the side.

She only had the cultivation base of the middle stage of the fit, because she was afraid of being noticed by the caring people, Qianqian did not use her spiritual sense.

"Well, let me see, there are a total of thirty-six in the fit period... Tsk tsk, generous, generous."

Lin Feng sneered again and again, but there was a hint of excitement in his expression.

As Lin Feng said before, before he left, he would go to Weihai to help, for no other reason. This time the Weihai Gang's style completely angered Lin Feng, but Lin Feng was also a principled person and did not touch him. Lin Feng did not intend to embarrass them.

(End of this chapter)

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