The Gate Of Good Fortune

The two quickly reacted, hastening to speed up the collection of grass. Unfortunately, neither of them had the Ningcheng hand. When the whole garden of psychic herbs was dug up, the two found out that they didn't even get a tenth of it.

Looking at the already bare spiritual pasture, the two face each other, this Ningcheng is a little harsh. Not only is it harsh, it's ugly to eat.

Ningcheng has improved their impressions. Both of these guys are geniuses of Los Angeles and have always been compliments to everyone. But when they know they can't rob themselves, it's just burying them faster, not through destruction. Of course, it's also possible that these two guys ate themselves and thought that the grass he collected was ultimately helping them.

“Brother Ning's hands and feet are so fast.” Trinippin saw that Meng Jingxiu's spiritual grass was also given to Ning Cheng, so he had to dig a hard sentence.

Ningcheng smiled, “I didn't expect you two geniuses from the main gate to rob things with the monks who came out of our little places. It's good that things are now equally divided. If you offered to fight before, I can stay with you. If you don't want to fight, I'm leaving. ”

Trini Ping sneered and said, "Brother Ning, this is a very good share. Since Brother Ning arrived here first, I'm sure that what was in the cabin was also taken away by Brother Ning? ”

Ningcheng didn't deny it. It was very refreshing to say, “Yes, I took everything from the cabin...”

“Very well, then I have competed with Brother Ning, but since it is a fight, there must be a colorful head...”

Ningcheng immediately found out what Trinippin meant. He nodded carefully, "Brother Choi, this proposal is good. Since it is a competition, colorful head is necessary. The fight was proposed by Brother Choi, I will decide the color head. ”

Trinippin hasn't said what the colorful head is yet, and Ningcheng took the initiative to take it over.

Trinippin thought that there was no way to argue, he did propose the fight, and it was not surprising that Ningcheng said that he would decide the color head. You can't have him come up with a fight, and then he sets the head.

He frowned and, as he thought, Ningcheng lost what he was getting out of the cabin, and all the grass here. He's sure he won't lose, so he hasn't figured out what he should be doing.

Thinking of this, he took out a jade bottle several inches tall and threw it at will. The jade bottle landed smoothly on a stone a few dozen meters away. “This is the purple glass medulla I got in the Valley of the Angry Axe. I don't know what Brother Ning can bring out like the purple glass medulla. ”

Ningcheng was shocked to hear of the purple roller medulla, which he knew was a grade 8 psychotropic, and was still born. Even if Yixing mainland is cultivated to its highest level, it cannot stand idle in the face of such things. And a monk in front of him actually took out this kind of good stuff. Looks like there are so many good things in Angry Axe Valley, it's not just his luck.

The Purple Spirit Marrow is an aphrodisiac that can repair the meridian pulse, just as he was destroyed in the Dry Thunder Desert. If there is no primitive remodeling, it can be remodeled with the Purple Spirit Marrow. But who's going to take out the purple medulla to repair a normal monk's menstrual pulse? The value of the purple roller marrow is many times more precious than Brother Kouzhen does not know.

Ningcheng took out a ring and threw it on the same rock, "This ring is what I just got in the cabin, and I haven't had time to see what's in it. ”

Trinippin saw Ningcheng throw out a ring and his eyes immediately glowed and said, "Okay, just use your ring as a colour head. ”

By the time they arrived, Ningcheng had not yet had time to collect the psychic medicine from the Psychopharmacy, so he also thought that Ningcheng would definitely be here much sooner than he did. Since it wasn't much sooner, the ring didn't open. An ancient monk's ring, even if there was only one trick in it, he sent it. He was trying to get all the grass out of Cheningcheng, but he took the ring out of Ningcheng.

Don't talk about him, it's just that Yutang on one side is also glaring, obviously he also has a look at Ningcheng this ring.

Ningcheng hey hey smile said, "My colorful head is enough, but Brother Choi, do you want to compare the colorful head with a bottle of purple glass medulla from the district and my ring? You know, my ring belongs to an ancient monk, and any bottle of Dan medicine in it might be a lot more precious than your purple roller marrow. Brother Choi is bullying me from a small place, I haven't seen the world before. ”

Trinippin did have this idea, now called Ningcheng, blushing, quickly said, “There is no such thing. This ancient monk has been crashing for so long. Even if there is dandelion in his ring, can he use it again? ”

Ningcheng said not too slowly, “Brother Choi, you are just guessing, as to whether the ancient monk has fallen, I don't think Brother Choi is sure. Maybe he just crashed a while ago? Besides, even if there is no Dan medicine in the ring, the myriad spirits, pharmacopoeia, kung fu... hey, don't tell me anything else? If they don't have anything good, how can they use the ultimate psychic apparatus as a banned flag? ”

Only Meng Jingxiu knows what Ningcheng is telling the truth, and the owner of this ring has just really fallen.

Trinepington frowned, and he knew Ningcheng was right. Didn't he enter the cave just to get the ring out of Ningcheng's hand? Thinking about it, he threw out a jade bottle again, and then he threw out two storage bags, and he said, "This jade bottle is also a bottle of violet glass medulla, and I got two bottles in total, all here. Those two storage bags, one bag of spiritual grass and one bag of spiritual stone. ”

He won't lose anyway. We'll get it back later.

Ningcheng saw that Trinippin had no intention of coming up with the rest of it, so he nodded reluctantly, "Well, in that case, please do it, Brother Choi. ”

Trini Ping saw Ningcheng agree to the colorful head, no more bullshit, a clear drink, the whole person has jumped up, a fist to Ningcheng.

“Huh, Brother Choi with his fist? I use my fist too.” Ningcheng saw Trinippin's fist blow over, and he didn't panic to say it, which was just a punch.

Trinippin and Ningcheng met more than 10 meters away, he just took a casual step forward and came to Ningcheng. This punch burst out, the space instantly heated up, and all the spiritual energy around it was converted into a killing machine, and Ningcheng was covered in it. The machine is not only fierce and direct, it is not half spilled. On one side, Meng Jingxiu and Ji Yutang could only feel the heat of this fist, but could not feel the horrible killing machine in this fist.

It's not a fight at all, and once it's hung by this machine, it's a dead end.

Fixing Meng Jingxiu to be worse doesn't feel the killing machine of Trinippin, but doesn't mean she can't see it. If Ningcheng is covered in this punch, even if Ningcheng is immortal, it must return a layer of skin.

Meng Jingxiu had seen Brother Tsukiyuan and Ningcheng fight, and she was sure that both Brother Tsukiyuan were better than Trinippin, who only had fists in front of him.

Ningcheng's fists are even less eye-catching than Trainepin's, as if they were a tiny wooden boat in the wild sea, to be hung clean at any moment by such a terrible fist as Trainepin.

“Bombing…” The two fists came together and a burst of broken bones sounded. The punches split apart because they hit each other. It was this scattered fistwind momentum that made Meng Jingxiu suffer, and she unconsciously retreated dozens of meters away again.

Going back to Yutang shook his head, he found himself looking too high at Ningcheng. Trinippin's punch was obviously just a test punch, which was a test punch that broke Ningcheng's hand bone. Later, he never had a chance to fight Ningcheng.

Ningcheng flies out, but his heart is also spooked. This belongs to Yutang, who is not weaker than he is today. Judging by the martial arts, Tao's understanding is a little deeper than his. He didn't do everything he could, but he also knew that Trinipine was a test.

The broken hand didn't belong to Tranipine, it came from his hand.

Trinippin said bluntly, "If that's all you got, I'm sorry. ”

In the talking room, Trinippin flew on again, another punch went out. This punch was completely death scent, as can be seen from his intention to kill Ningcheng.

When Ningcheng had the same strength as him, he would only propose a fight, and when he found he could easily kill each other, Trinipine would never be soft.

Crazy boxing brings up endless fists when it blows out. These fists are like swords, eye-catching. With a pounding atmosphere and a breath of death, Ningcheng is completely covered in this punch.

An icy sword penetrating deep into the bone marrow, these killings were infiltrated with fists and completely sealed Ningcheng's living path. Ningcheng has only one way to go, is to walk into this cold sword, let this death sword tear him to pieces.

No wonder I came here, I understood this sword, Ningcheng has understood it. And it still excites the sword through the fist, which is just like his axe fist, which excites the axe through the fist. So it turns out that the main means of this Trinipine is not the fist, but the sword.

His fist only started to test himself, and eventually found out that he was not his opponent, so Sex killed him with his fist. He shot his fist, but it was Mori Cold Sword.

These doorman disciples are a superficial set of things to do, watch him speak politely and be reasonable first. Really get your hands on it and expect them to be merciful, that's dreaming. Once they think they can kill you, they will never have half the hands soft and hesitant.

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