Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 360: Remuneration

Sin City is located at the border between Yunzhou and Yuezhou. "Recommend Baidu/Qi-Zi*Small/Speaking/Online Reading"

There are many treacherous and evil people here, and some monks who have caused serious disasters will come here to take refuge, which can be called a mixture of fish and dragons.

And in this city, the most high-end combat power is the strong man in the pill formation stage. Each one is as high as a king, with the strongest combat power in this place, overlooking the entire city of sin.

For the monks in the City of Sin, the strong man in the Alchemy Phase is the supreme heaven, representing absolute authority, and no one has ever dared to violate it!

Therefore, when they learned that Ling Xian was a strong man in the Dan-condensing stage, those people were immediately frightened.

Everyone was terrified to the extreme, for fear that Ling Xian would easily behead himself with a flick of his sleeves.

However, Ling Xian would not kill these people. It was not that he felt softhearted, but that he had dirty his hands.

"A bunch of idiots, it's not a pity to die."

Ling Xian glanced at those people faintly, then stepped forward and walked slowly into the city. His steps were gentle and slow, but every step that fell, like the bell of death, made those people even more frightened.

"Goddess, I was wrong, please spare my life."

"Yes, I also know what I was wrong, please let me go."

"My son, I am damned, I know I am wrong, so let me go."

Everyone was full of pleading expressions, and some even slapped themselves in the face, hoping that Ling Xian could spare their lives.

"Happiness!"

The crisp applause sounded one after another, echoing on the long street, very loud. This shows how scared these people are.

When he saw this, Ling Xian let out a laugh. He didn't intend to kill these people, he just stepped into the city. Unexpectedly, this action fell in the eyes of everyone, but it became a death knell, a reminder of life.

"Stop it all."

Speaking lightly, Ling Xian's star pupils are dazzling, and he slowly scans the crowd. Although there was no aura, but there was a majesty of its own, so that everyone hurriedly lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

"Fortunately for you, I was here for the first time and I didn't want to be bloody."

Ling Xian looked calm, his original intention was not to kill. I just wanted to frighten him so that no one would think that he was weak and deceive him and hit his own attention.

After hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, but unexpectedly turned around and saved their lives.

"Kill you, I will feel dirty with my hands."

Ling Xian glanced at everyone and said: "Within ten breaths, you will disappear from my eyes, otherwise, you will know the consequences."

When the voice fell, those people were all bitter, and they couldn't think of their own lives. In Ling Xian's eyes, it was so worthless. But right now, they didn't care about the bitterness at all, and hurriedly unfolded their bodies, rushing towards the distance like crazy.

After that, a short strange scene appeared on the Long Street.

The monks who are usually domineering and domineering, but at this moment, they seem to have encountered a ghost, and they run wildly. That speed is as fast as a violent wind and as fast as an arrow.

It can be seen, to what extent they have been afraid, otherwise, how can they run at a speed ten times faster than usual?

Among these people, there is a skinny middle-aged man with the lowest cultivation level, only the 9th level of Qi refining, so he runs the slowest naturally.

In this way, Ling Xian also noticed this person, and with a wave of his sleeves, he confined the man in place.

Suddenly, this person's complexion changed drastically, and his body couldn't help shaking.

Seeing this, Ling Xian smiled and shook his head. He didn't intend to kill the man, he just wanted to find a tour guide. When he first arrived here, he naturally wanted to understand the general situation of the place, such as the important information about the division of forces.

Although he had lived in Sin City for a few years, he was in an illusion after all, and there was a difference in time. Therefore, he is not sure whether he knows everything about this city well, so naturally he needs a tour guide.

"My son, do you dare to ask what else is there?"

The thin man forced a smile that was uglier than crying, for fear that Ling Xian had changed his mind and wanted to kill himself.

"Don't be afraid, as long as you complete the things I explained, I will not only not harm you, but will make you gain." Ling Xian smiled faintly, dispelling the imprisonment of the man.

Hearing that Ling Xian was not trying to kill himself, the thin man breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said: "Please tell me clearly, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse."

"Very good."

Ling Xian smiled, and said: "Actually, it's not difficult. It's just that I don't know the situation here when I first arrived here. So, I would like to ask you to be my tour guide and explain it for me."

"It's easy."

The thin man completely relieved his heart, patted his chest and promised: “Don’t worry, the young man lived here when he was twelve years old. The villain definitely knows it all."

"Oh?"

The corner of Ling Xian's mouth raised and said: "It seems that I made a mistake by mistake, but found the right person."

"That is, don't worry, the young man, the villain knows the Sin City very well." A hint of pride flashed across the skinny man's face, and said: "The young man wants to know what you want to say, but the villain knows everything and says everything."

"Let's talk about your name first." Ling Xian smiled faintly.

"Hehe, the villain has no name. Since he is the second child in the house, everyone he knows is called Huang Er'er." The thin man smiled.

Ling Xian shook his head with a smile, and said: "Then I will call you the second."

Little two?

I'm not a guy in the teahouse!

Huang Er'er yelled at him, but he never dared to say it, let alone refute Ling Xian’s words, and could only laugh with him: "It sounds good, you deserve to be a strong man in the pill formation stage, even with a name. So different."

"Okay, don't praise me, first take me to find a place to live, and then you can tell me more about it." Ling Xian waved his hand and said, "This eighth rank magic weapon is even your reward. Up."

Speaking, he waved his big sleeves, and an orange-yellow ring appeared in the air, exuding an aura belonging to the eighth rank magic weapon.

"Eight-Rank Magic Weapon!"

Huang Er'er's eyes shined, staring at the ring firmly, and her saliva seemed to flow down.

He is low-powered and has always been at the bottom of Sin City. Not to mention possessing a magic weapon, even if he has seen it, there are only a handful of magic weapons.

And he had a dream since he was a child, that is to have a magic weapon of his own, even if it is only the lowest ninth rank, he is willing to give everything to change it.

At this moment, an 8-rank magic weapon appeared in front of you~IndoMTL.com~ and was about to belong to him. How could he not be excited?

"My son, this treasure is really a reward for me?" Huang Er'er was so excited that his voice was trembling a little.

"As long as you know everything about me, this thing is yours." Ling Xian smiled faintly. This magic weapon came from the Immortal Palace, and it was nothing to him.

But in Huang Er'er's eyes, that's a baby. Therefore, he patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, my son, I will never hide anything from you."

"Very well, let's go, first take me to find a place to live." Ling Xian smiled faintly, and walked slowly forward.

Seeing this, Huang Er'er couldn't take a good look at the magic weapon in his hand, and hurriedly followed.

And just as Lingxian and Huang Er'er were looking for a place to stay, the story about him shaking the long street with a cold snort gradually spread and reached the ears of several major forces in this city.

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