Chapter 738： Lord of the market

"You don't even know me? Take a closer look at this handsome face!"

Fang Xing was a little angry. At the beginning, he saw this group of vigilant white monks. The party was still very happy. It shows that the old evils are good for the market. At least the reaction speed is much stronger than that of the previous market. But see this group of eight The egg actually couldn’t recognize himself, but he did not distinguish between the red and white, but he immediately became annoyed. When he returned to the market last time, the old evil had called the various ministries to pay respects to himself. The monks above Jindan can say that they are all with themselves. I have been photographed, even if it is only one side, it should be no stranger to myself.

In addition, Shenxiu small vultures and big cousins ​​are around, lost face to find who to pay?

He decided to give this group of **** a last chance to see who is Xiaoye!

Unexpectedly, the group of people in the white monk did look down at him, but he only looked at him with a cold look. He said coldly: "Where are you from the wild monk, the Taishang is born, the return to the market is no longer I used to go as far as I could, and you are arrogant to go to the mountain gate. It is a big sin. If you dare to smack it and smack it out, if you dare to resist, kill it!"

boom!

Several other monks heard the words and immediately smashed down the instruments.

But he jumped up in a straight line: "I fucked, it’s the opposite of you!"

I can't recognize myself, but dare to do it with myself?

This is really making the little devil unhappy.

boom! boom! boom!

At least seven or eight gods of light also hit the square at the same time, and several others went to the big cousin and the **** show small monk.

"Mom. Xiaoye doesn't shake the prestige. You don't know who I am..."

The square hate bites his teeth, and his body shape suddenly flashes, and it has disappeared on the ground. When it appears again, it has appeared in the back of a white monk who shot him. Raised his hand and pushed it, the white monk's figure fell out, like a gyro, the four or five monks around him knocked over. For a time, the white monks formed a chaos, and the exclamation sounded into a piece.

"What is this wild monk's cultivation, and the speed is so fast?"

The white-dressed monk who was headed by the party was scared of a cold sweat by the move. In the hands of the hand, a piece of jade is quietly pinched.

"Which person are you from? If you can't recognize me, you must know my name!"

After Fang Fang’s shot, there was no further move, but the hand was standing in the air, and the face was very bad and said to the white monk headed. After all, for him, it is just a lesson to learn this group of people who don’t have long-eyed eyes. It’s impossible to kill the killer. Anyway, I have a leg with myself: "Little Master is your grandfather!"

After the talk, Wen Si did not move, set the head of the grandfather, waiting for this group of people to scream "I don't know Taishan!"

Unexpectedly, this name was said, and the few monks who were repaired as lower whites had no reaction at all, and the first monk in the middle of Jindan was violently shaken, and the jade between the fingers was broken. symbol. Trembling: "You... are you called Fangxing?"

"You are a group of bastards, can my brother be a famous party? Don't come see me!"

The party has not yet interfaced, and the young monk of Shenxiu has jumped up and shouted, and shouted triumphantly.

"Well... good... Lv Xianmang, the little man, meet... the owner of the market..."

The light in the eyes of the monks in the middle of Jindan flashed a few flashes, and slowly leaned over and bowed, and the product said with respect.

He brought a head. The remaining monks also bent down and hesitated to salute.

The square eyebrows wrinkled a bit, but did not move, simply took the head and said: "Where is the old evil, take me to see him!"

Lu Xianmeng said: "The evil spirits sit in the northern part of the Taishou Road, not in the market, the villain first invites the owner to return to the palace!"

"Oh Well……"

When the party promised it, he took a look at the small monk of the Shenxiu and took the lead in the front.

Below, the big cousin sitting on the back of the strange fish stopped talking, but eventually did not say anything, sneered and followed.

The white monk Lu Xianmang grabbed the road in front, and a group of more than a dozen people, guarding the side and the gods, the big cousin, and rushing to the depths of the market, the return to the market seems to be a beast A lot less, I think that when the Japanese side attacked the Huangpu family, and let go of a large number of fierce beasts, most of them never returned, making this piece of mountain forest quieter than before.

On the road, the square line looks around, if nothing happens, a curious look.

Shen Xiu is even more amazed, seeing everything is a look of surprise, feeling the big bald head, amazed.

However, the big cousin was calm, sitting on the strange fish, lowered his eyes, a look of indifference.

Not long after, the front of the fairy wind bursts, but there are four or five Xiangyun ushered up, the cloud is really four or five old men wearing white robes, are the repairs of the Jindan Mahayana, one by one, laughing, far They went to the side of the line, one of the old heads who had to be white, and even laughed and greeted them. They said, "There is a return to the market today, and I have put down a big stone!"

Fang Fang looked at him with no expression, and stretched out his hands, as if he had to talk to himself with his arm, motionless.

And the old man, there was a touch of unpleasant color on the face, but the hands that stretched out still did not stop. When the front of the line was in front of him, it seemed to hold the palm of the hand. Suddenly turned over, he picked up a printing method, and he was full of spiritual power. Danguang was like a sharp and unparalleled sword. He cut straight to the side of his chest, and his hands were turned into claws. Inserted into the chest of the square, between the next, even the killer, not leaving a little retreat.

At the same time, Lu Xianman behind Fang Xing, also suddenly pressed his hands, but it was a black chain, facing the neck and neck, and a hundred swords in the sleeves. Fly out and plug in behind the party.

In the face of this sudden change, the indifferent side of the line did not move, it seems that there is no reaction at all.

Lu Xianmang and the old man of the Mahin Mahayana have already seen a glimmer of joy.

But when their technique is about to fall on the side of the square, the side of the line is suddenly slightly erected, with one hand clenching the fist, and the hard-working students marching toward the front of the Jindan Mahayana old man, this fist also looks like Unremarkable, but it contains an indescribable terror. Only when the fists are set, the Danguang that has swept over is shattered, and then the punches greet the old man's claws.

"boom!"

The fists are connected and the knots are slammed together.

But the result is that the sharp double claws of the Jindan Mahayana old man, who touched the seemingly ordinary fist of the square, did not have the five fingers of tearing his wish, but the sharpness exceeded the nails of the gods. , the bullets to the Quartet, and the fists of the square line are not strong and not urging the general, straight in the chest position of the old man of Jindan Mahayana, and suddenly entered a pit to go, after that, the palm is again raised, not yet When the old man flew out, he buckled his neck and pulled him back from the outside.

As for the flying sword that came behind him, Fang Xingli was unreasonable. The Shenxiu monk happened to read a Buddhist monk at this time, his hands slowly and slowly, and the chain and even the flying sword in the hands of Lu Xianmang suddenly became difficult. Described as the strange force to pull, and flew to the two big sleeves of the Shenxiu monk, and they all fell into it, and there was no movement...

In a single room, the elders have been desecrated, shocked the surrounding monks, and almost can't believe their eyes.

Fang Xing did not look at them. The five fingers were tight. He took him to the air with his old neck and looked straight into his eyes. He said coldly: "In the market, the monks of the Golden Dan Mahayana When did it become so worthless? I suddenly saw four or five things I have never seen before. Don’t be guilty. Tell me, who are you, where is the old evil now?”

"The head of the market has a decree. If you are good at returning to the market, you can kill it, little monk, you..."

The white-bearing old man who was shackled by him was tightened, and he was submerged in spiritual power, whispering coldly, and seemed to threaten.

"Who are you talking about?" What?

The party did not pay attention to him. When he heard the word "market master" from his mouth, his eyes narrowed and his play was open.

"Bold mad, dare to insult the lord and the Lord... The old man will smash you the corpse..."

When the old repair listened to the words, the eyebrows were angry and angry.

"No?"

Fangxing’s eyes were steep and cold. Suddenly, the five fingers forced him to tear his neck directly. Then the palm of his hand rose upwards, and then he waved his hand and hit it. He took it directly on his heavenly cover, even his want to take it away. The spirits were smashed together, and then the palms were taken back. If nothing happened, they clap their hands and look at the other monks: "He refuses to say, it is up to you!"

"Tell me, who is the market owner you are talking about?"

At this time, he had a fire in his heart, and his voice was also murderous, but it was really a killing.

"You... have you killed the big offering?"

Next to the meditations, I was trembling when I saw this scene.

No one ever thought that this devil didn’t even say a word, he just killed a Jindan Mahayana!

Really, this is the cockroach on the street, the cabbage in the field?

Will you kill it?

After the shock, it was an indescribable anger. Another elder of Jindan Mahayana responded as soon as possible. Immediately, it was a double-sleeve exhibition. It offered two magic weapons and drank at the same time: "Get together, speed 擒Let's take this devil, let alone life and death..."

"kill!"

The surrounding white monks had no politeness at all, and they moved at the same time.

"What the **** is going on..."

The itch of the square gas was tight, and the fists were tightly pinched. Without a word, they rushed out.

For no reason, his heart raised an irritating anger, and it was his most unbearable annoyance...

In the entire market, in addition to themselves, who else dare to call the market owner?

It’s hard not to be a self-dead, but it’s not a surname. (To be continued.)