Chapter 17 Dingjia's reaction [please collect]

"What's going on? Why is there fighting in the East District? Who is practicing at this late hour? What should I do if I disturb the rest of the old man? A middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper scolded.

"Three housekeepers! That's not right! It seems that there is a thief!"

"What? Go and have a look!"

"What's the matter?"

"There seems to be an assassin! Go and have a look!"

"Catch the assassin!"

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There was a noise in Dingjiadong District, which shocked many people.

The sound of fierce fighting came from the Qianxiang Courtyard of San Shao Dinghong, and then there was no sound. When they rushed over, they saw a dark shadow flashing from the side and swept away in the direction of the back mountain.

The third housekeeper of the Ding family changed his face and quickly divided some people to chase him. In addition, he called a clever domestic slave to report to the owner!

The rest of the people rushed into the hospital to check the situation.

Entering the room, everyone's faces were full of horror and fear. At this time, Ding Yinrong was dead, his whole body was blood-stained, and his chest was deep, which looked extremely horrible.

From time to time, Dingtian, the head of the Ding family, came to Qianxiangyuan with the housekeeper Ding Xing, with a majestic face: "Why are you noisy here? What's the matter?"

The third housekeeper quickly greeted him and panicked: "The owner of the family, Mr. Yin Rong was killed in the room! The situation is extremely horrible!"

After saying that, he led Dingtian into the house.

"Rice bucket! Waste! What do you want? Unexpectedly, someone killed the children next to my Ding family! Didn't you notice it?" Dingtian's angry voice spread in the courtyard.

As soon as he saw the faces of the domestic slaves around him with fear, he sank and scolded angrily, "Don't search quickly! Pursuit of the murderer?"

"Quick! Hurry up! Search and arrest the whole city!" Ding Xing stared at the three housekeepers and urged him.

"I will investigate this matter to the end!" Ding Tian roared with a ferocious face.

Someone killed the children next to the Ding family in the Ding family?

This is related to the reputation and majesty of the Ding family! In Pingcheng, no one dares to challenge the authority of the Ding family! Not everyone can bully the Ding family!

Is it the Xu family?

"Where's Ding Hong?" Ding Tian suddenly turned his head and looked around.

"Report the head of the family! I just got the news that the third young master Dinghong is cleaning up in the young master's yard! Get ready to welcome the return of the young master!"

A maid quickly replied, looking at her pale face, she was obviously shocked.

"Father! What's the matter?" Ding Hong heard Ding Tian's angry roar, realized that it was not good and rushed back with a panicked face.

"Humph..." Ding Tian was furious and his face was gloomy: "You have done a good thing! Have you provoked anyone recently? Unexpectedly, someone came to the house to seek revenge!"

"No! I have been practicing at home recently, and I plan to perform well in the big comparison. How can I provoke people to come home to seek revenge? Ding Hong's face was full of puzzlement.

"Hmm!" Ding Tian's face softened slightly and stared at Ding Hong: "Go in and have a look!"

Ding Hong ran into the house in a hurry.

"Ah! How could this be? What's wrong with this? When Ding Hong saw the tragic situation of Ding Yinrong, he suddenly had no owner and his face was shocked.

Running out of the room in a panic, his face was full of fear, and his body trembled slightly.

Seeing the appearance of San Shao Dinghong, the weather is extremely good: "You bastard!"

San Shao Dinghong was scolded by Dingtian, and he was almost crying. I'm afraid. Who is Yin Rong? That's a disciple of the Ghost King!

"Get out of here!" Ding Hong drank away from the domestic slave with a red face and whispered in a trembling voice, "Father! It's not a big deal! This Ding Yinrong can't die in our family. It's over!"

Looking at such a weak Dinghong, Dingtian was even more angry and scolded, "What's wrong with your father? Look at your coward!"

"No! Father! This... This Ding Yinrong's original name is Yin Rong, and he is the beloved disciple of an elder of the contemporary Ghost King Sect! This time, I came out to travel to the mainland. I didn't expect to die in our family. If the ghost Wangzong knew, our Ding family would be..."

Dinghong's face was gray and he dared not go on.

"What? Is there such a thing? Ding Yinrong is the ghost Wangzong..." Ding Tian asked with a gloomy face.

"Yes! Father! Or the grandson of Elder Wangzong... What should we do if he dies in our Ding family now? Ding Hong said with a pale face.

Dingtian's face turned blue and white for a while. He lowered his head and thought about what he was thinking.

"Master! It's okay. As long as we block the matter and then slowly investigate the matter, as long as we can find out the murderer, even if the people of the Ghost King Sect know it, we can deal with it!" The punishment next to him comforted him.

"Hmm! Not bad, old punishment! This matter is up to you. Hurry up and do it, hum... What should I do? You know, don't fail to do it!" Ding Tian said with a murderous face.

After ordering, Dingtian asked another housekeeper to call the elders of the family to the council chamber for a meeting.

After hearing the summons, the elders quickly concentrated in the council chamber and listened to the story, all with worried faces.

Just when the elders were busy and depressed in the council hall, Dingyang, the protagonist of this matter, came to the place where they practiced in the back mountain.

Lying exhausted on the ground, Dingyang with a wry smile on his face.

"Why did it get bigger this time... It's so dangerous that I almost died in the hands of Ding Yinrong!"

"But it's okay, it's finally solved the future problems!"

He hurriedly stopped the wound with war spirit and looked at the claw hole in his chest. Dingyang was even more bitter!

However, the tingling from his soul forced him to cheer up and sit up.

Slowly running [Daoding Immortal Sutra], and the aura of the tripod in Dantian slowly gathered into the depths of my mind. As soon as the black fog touched the tripod aura, it seemed to have seen the emperor and hurriedly dodged.

Squeak!

The strange voice kept thinking, and the black fog slowly merged into the Taoist spirit, and disappeared after a while.

"Wow!"

Dingyang took a breath.

"Ha ha, fortunately, Daoding Reiki can refine all Reiki, otherwise, the black fog will still annoy me."

Thinking about it, he took out a recovery elixir and stuffed it into his mouth.

The medicine air flows to the scratch hole in the chest. After a while, the claw hole closed and the scars narrowed. After an hour, only a faint scar can be seen.

The recovery elixir is so powerful!

"Hey! After all, I picked up my life, and I can't do this again next time!"

After almost recovering, Dingyang took out a ring from his arms.

Looking at the space ring in his hand, Dingyang was excited: "Baby!"

Thinking about touching the ring with willpower, I saw a burst of whiteness in my mind. Then I saw two rooms in a huge space, full of all kinds of things. Looking at the things inside, Dingyang was dizzy for a while!

Gold coins like a hill!

A variety of medicinal materials and materials are piled up in the corner.

What Dingyang valued most is a bottle of elixir... recovery elixir... gas gathering elixir... pulse expansion elixir... and so on, some people don't know, and there are no less than a dozen elixir lying quietly in the space.

Apart from these things, there is a pile of colorful stone-like things in the space, exuding a strong aura, fire? Wood? Soil? Water system? Gold? Are there also rare thunder and wind systems?

Dingyang searched for the origin of these things from his mind. It turned out that these colorful stones were the crystal nucleus of Warcraft.

Generally speaking, the system of Warcraft is stronger than that of human beings, and human beings of the same level are not opponents of Warcraft.

The classification of Warcraft is quite simple in the war spirit continent. According to its strength, it is divided into level 1, level 2 and level 8 respectively, corresponding to the eight levels of human refiner, Red King, Orange King, Yellow King, Green King, Green King, Blue King and Purple King.

Because of the strength of Warcraft, the Warcraft crystal nucleus circulating in the world is extremely rare. At this moment, dozens of nearly 100 Warcraft crystal nuclei belong to itself, and Dingyang has an uncountable sense of happiness.

Humans can use the Warcraft crystal nucleus to accelerate cultivation, and the Warcraft crystal nucleus is also an indispensable thing for pharmacists.

Because the Warcraft crystal nucleus contains the war spirit essence of Warcraft, if it can be trained into an elixir and the war spirit essence is used by human beings, the speed of human cultivation will be greatly improved.

And even if it is not refined into an elixir, even if it is absorbed by human beings themselves, it can accelerate cultivation.

This is also the reason why humans are keen to hunt monsters.

However, most of the high-level magic cores circulating on the market are mostly difficult to find.

How can a seven-level magic nucleus be achieved? That's stronger than the human purple-level strongman!

Eight-level warcraft can transform into a human form and control the power of space.

Thinking of the hierarchy of Warcraft, Dingyang sighed in his heart that he had nothing at the previous moment, but now he is rich!

Do you do more to kill and treasure? Dingyang's hesitation...

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