The Beginning of Panlong: Three Realms in Vertical and Horizontal

It is normal for a powerful immortal cultivator to have sins and merits, but mortals are able to endure small, sins and merits generally do not reach the point of appearance.

Sinful black smoke is already quite amazing.

Certainly not good people.

"Jian Yizhen, Ma Jin, go and kill him!" Youth

"Yes, Master Saito!"

Two congenital masters pulled out their weapons and besieged the man with armbands.

"Master Saito? Is it the Saito clan? It looks like an ordinary innate... Of course, if you don't carefully investigate it with spiritual consciousness, you can't see the real strength."

"Boom~"

On the other side, the man in the armor and the two innate masters handed over.

However, this battle is a one-sided trend.

"It seems to be innate, pure refining airflow, but at least in the realm of the unity of heaven and man, plus natural divine power, one hit two completely has the upper hand."

That's right, it is the man in the armor that has the upper hand.

Although in Li Ming's view, these three innate strengths are very general, there is also a big gap between general and general.

At least, it takes no effort to strike two men with armbands.

"However, this is only Tianxi Great City. There are seven or eight Purple Mansion monks in my hometown Dingjiucheng, and there should be more than one Vientiane real person in Tianxi Great City."

"If that person is really a member of the Saito clan that I know, the upper level of Xicheng will definitely help him that day. After all, Tianxi City is always controlled by the Long clan among the five forces, and the Long clan also surrendered. To Saito's."

"Sure enough, a cultivator from the Purple Mansion is here!"

With Li Ming's thoughts moving, under the control of his divine consciousness, the moisture in the air condensed, and no less than dozens of formations were quickly formed.

In an instant, surrounded by clouds and mist, drizzle rain fell.

It's a kind of formation of restraint and siege illusion, but its sheer strength is average.

At least, facing a cultivator of the Purple Mansion with all-out attacks, it began to falter.

However, this time is enough.

A divine sense swept away, and the three congenital masters who were in a melee suddenly separated.

Jian Yizhen and Ma Jin, the two innate masters, were hit by Li Ming's divine consciousness, and their sheer power suppressed them at all.

The man in the armband looked at this opportunity and fled directly, after a few breaths, he escaped from this area.

"Clan Saito, Clan Long, it seems that the contradiction is not small!" Li Ming also paced and left.

In the mansion of the lord of Tianxi City.

A man covered in a white armor sat in the main seat with a gloomy expression.

"Daughter, is that Saito's young master all right!"

"It's okay!" Fairy Mingxi frowned, "It's okay, that trash, why are we protecting him? His father is not as good as you."

"His father, played against me three times, every time he lost to me. It is not to be afraid. But, he belongs to the Saito clan." The white-clad man, the elder of the Long clan, the city lord of Tianxi said helplessly: "Qi The Teng family, our entire Long family has to submit to them."

"What can we do? Anyway, it's a trash that even innately struggles to reach. Let him toss, what can he do."

"On the contrary, it is the worship requested by Saito, that is the big head."

City Lord Tianxi looked gloomy: "Various rare materials worth 50,000 jin of Yuanye. Our tax for the entire Tianxi City in one year is not more than 80,000 jin of Yuanye."

"This year, the cultivators in the Purple Mansion in our city have hardly obtained much spiritual resources."

"Clan Saito... If this mountain is not moved, it can be foreseen that at most three hundred years, our practitioners in Leiyuan's small world will probably be broken down."

As a real person in Vientiane who rules a city, he knows how accurate Saito's squeeze is.

There is no such thing as a pressure to force Lei Yuan's small world desperately.

But on the other hand, it almost cut off the practice needs of Lei Yuan small world practitioners.

It's like boiling a frog in warm water.

He could see it, and the Daoists of the five major forces could also see it.

But it can be seen, but there is no way.

Either the inheritance will be cut off after a few hundred years.

Or, fight to the death now, die now.

Chapter 13 Auction

Eight human-level magic weapons, three low-grade, and the others are middle-grade."

"Five hundred and sixty-one magic weapons of inflow."

"You can make a price, two hundred and twelve yuan liquid, how do you think the dao friends?"

In a palace nineteen feet high, Li Ming's opposite was a white-haired old man who chattered endlessly.

Qizhen Pavilion is the property of the Yi family among the five major forces.

Fair trade, childishness and no deception---has nothing to do with Qizhenge.

After all, Qi Zhen Ge is doing a monopoly business, how can it make money in harmony.

Of course, in big cities, basic fair trade can still be done.

"Two hundred and twelve yuan liquid, don't you want to be crazy, eight human-level magic weapons are more than this price."

"Hehe, now every ten years, when you pay an offering to Saito, Yuanye is all enshrined. Yuanye is naturally expensive." The white-haired old man glanced at Li Ming and said, "If you buy something else , It can be regarded as an additional 20% price... If you want Yuanye, it will be 21 catties of Yuanye, which is not much.

Yuan Ye is the'gold and silver' used by practitioners, but this kind of'gold and silver' can save the practitioners' painstaking practice and increase the total amount of vitality in the body.

Innately entering the Purple Mansion, almost a hundred taels of Yuan Ye would not produce much, and if the cultivator of the Purple Mansion successfully stepped into Vientiane, it would cost almost a thousand jin Yuan Ye.

However, the small world of Lei Yuan was squeezed by Saito, and the hard currency of Yuan Ye was enshrined in large quantities, which caused the actual value of Yuan Ye to soar.

To put it simply, deflation makes Yuanye more valuable.

Li Ming bargained with the white-haired old man for a while, but he was not good at it, and he still couldn't get more yuan liquid.