Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ningshuang seems to have no interest in shopping, but he is very concerned about the comments of those people.

Ling Xiao sighed, thinking about leaving altogether, originally came out to shop, just to make Ningshuang change his mood.

Since it's useless, why go shopping?

Suddenly, his eyes locked on a thing in a stall.

It was a beautiful soapstone pendant.

Exudes intoxicating light.

In the eyes of outsiders, this may be just an ordinary bloodstone pendant, which is basically useless to the warrior.

It's just ordinary decorations.

But Ling Xiao could feel that the residual spirit of the unitary god in his body seemed to react.

Is this bloodstone pendant actually related to the residual soul of the unitary god?

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, anyway, an ordinary ornament is worthless.

If you buy it, even if it's useless, you won't lose.

"Boss, how do you sell this thing?"

Ling Xiao asked.

Mingshuang also noticed the bloodstone pendant at this time, although she didn't quite understand why Ling Xiao wanted that.

But still walked over.

Seeing Mingshuang coming over.

A bit of cunning flashed in the stall owner's eyes, and smiled and said, "This Bloodstone Pendant, but from the Blood Mountain of Youxian, has been extremely valuable.

But since it is a friend of the Lord of Frost, I will give you a cheaper price.

One hundred thousand middle grade spirit stone!"

"One hundred thousand? Isn't it too expensive? Ordinary bloodstone, nothing special."

Ling Xiao frowned.

He knew that the boss was knocking on the stick and made it clear that he was pitting him.

Probably think he is a friend of Mingshuang, so there are more spirit stones.

Most of his spirit stones are not fake, but he really doesn't want to be the wrongdoer.

"Poor ghost, isn't it one hundred thousand middle grade spirit stone, my son wants it."

At this moment, a very unpleasant voice came.

Ling Xiao knows which product it is without looking at it.

It was Yan Mo.

Today's Yan Mo feels more powerful than it was seven days ago, although it is still a cultivation practice that changes the world.

But in terms of breath, it really grew a lot.

"Who should I be, Lord Yan Mo is still alive, congratulations."

Seven days ago, the two competed, Ling Xiao led Yan Mo out of the green area, and then let his flame skeleton go to siege.

But then this fellow was rescued by Yan Xifeng.

This Liangzi is concluded.

So Ling Xiao could understand why this guy stood up to find the ballast at this time.

"Well, I can remember what happened that day. Tomorrow is the ten-day appointment. I don't know if you are ready to die!"

Yan Mo sneered.

The war between Yan Mo and Ling Xiao tomorrow is basically known to the warriors in the market.

Seeing that the two actually appeared here at the same time, they could not help but come together to see the excitement.

"Oh, I will not die, I will only kill people!"

Ling Xiao smiled and said: "The last time you escaped, you should learn to be good. Tomorrow's battle, I think you will admit defeat as early as possible, otherwise you will die!"

"Fart, how could Lord Yan Mo lose to you as a bewitching guy!"

The Martial Warriors standing on the side of Yan Mo naturally accounted for the majority.

In front of Mingshuang's face, they dare not say too much, but they all think that Ling Xiao confuses Mingshuang, which causes Mingshuang to maintain Lingxiao everywhere.

This makes the warriors of Soul Palace even more hate Ling Xiao.

"Paps!"

When Ling Xiao spoke, there was a slap in his face.

"I am bewitching? Are you trying to say that your master's brain is not as good as yours?"

The man was beaten by Ling Xiao, and he was very angry, but when he heard this, his face suddenly changed greatly.

"Sorry Lord, I don't mean that."

Ningshuang feels that it doesn't matter, so bewitched, anyway, she just thinks Ling Xiao is good to her.

If she is not good to her, will Ling Xiao save her life twice?

How many people can be desperate for others in this world?

"Ling Xiao, you are relying on the princess's favor,

Yan Mo said coldly.

"I'm rampant, are you biting me?"

Ling Xiao disdain.

"you!"

Yan Mo has never seen a person like Ling Xiao, but he said, but he didn't dare to fight, and he could kill him.

"You wait, I will make you look good tomorrow."

He can only suppress the fire, anyway, tomorrow is the last day of the ten-day covenant.

Just let this kid run wild for another day, it's nothing.

"I already look good, I don't need your help."

Ling Xiao disdain.

Yan Mo felt that he was going to be mad, he was too lazy to continue to entangle with Ling Xiao, but looked at Ningshuang Road: "Master, if you like this bloodstone pendant, your subordinates will buy it for you.

One hundred thousand middle grade spirit stone is nothing to the subordinates."

He had just arrived and thought that it was Ningshuang instead of Lingxiao to buy the bloodstone pendant.

So there will be such a move.

"No need, one hundred thousand middle grade spirit stone, I can afford it."

Ming Frost said lightly.

She should not owe Yan Mo's favor.

"Girl, why not? People are so rich, they want to be attentive, and accept it without any loss."

Ling Xiao laughed.

Seeing that Yan Mo was so diligent, how could he be so eager to reject others?

"Ok."

Hearing Ling Xiao's words, Mingshuang nodded.

"Thank you Chenghui!"

The boss doesn't care who gives the money, as long as the money is given.

He handed things to Yan Mo.

Yan Mobi respectfully handed it back to Mingshuang's hands.

"Brother Ling Xiao, this is for you."

Ningshuang is too simple, she did not expect any serious blow to Yan Mo classmates.

In front of Yan Mo, the bloodstone pendant was given to Ling Xiao again.

Ling Xiao was not at all polite.

Chong Yan Mo smiled and hung the pendant directly on his neck.

"Thank you Master Yan Mo, this little thing was not worth the 100,000 middle-grade spirit stones. Since you are so generous, I will barely accept it."

Ling Xiao laughed.

"Dark Frost, how can you do this!"

Yan Mo was so angry that he was vomiting blood.

"How am I? It was originally your passionate, you have to buy it, I said I do not lack spirit stones."

Ningshuang was cold, not giving Yan Mo a face at all.

"Okay! Okay! It's so good!"

Yan Mo's face turned black.

For him, this matter today is the biggest humiliation.

He could hardly accept it.

But there is Ningshuang here, and he can't do anything, so he can only get angry with the stall owner.

"dead!"

Yan Mo snorted coldly, his right hand flicked up, and the terrifying thunder and lightning flooded out and bombarded the stall owner.

Bomb the stall owner on the spot.

Anyway, the stall owner was also struggling to rebuild his life. He was actually killed by Yan Mo.

Yan Mo this man, the strength is really not covered.

To the dead stall owner, Ling Xiao did not mean any sympathy.

An ordinary heliotrope pendant dared to sell 100,000 middle-grade spirit stones, but also to the soul palace hall master.

Isn't this what death is?

This is the Tomb of the Ancient God.

Hanging people here, the strength is not good, is it not to find death?

(End of this chapter)