288, a spark can start a prairie

Unexpectedly, Han Jing found such a way to revenge on herself. Yang Feng saw that she not only asked Zamulang to sell his prey, but also asked Zamulang to help buy those prey. His valuable storage ring kept stuffing those worthless prey.

Juye Country is a very small and poor country. There is a shortage of cultivation materials. There are basically ordinary people in China, and the animals living in this land are also ordinary species. This kind of hunter's prey doesn't even eat the Yang family's dog.

But Han Jing had a good time, and he was reluctant to disap her interest. Besides, if you want to play tricks on her, you have to be prepared for revenge. This kind of game-like revenge is also a pleasure.

The wild boar carried by Zamuhe ran fast. When his warm-hearted father helped Han Jing buy the prey of the hunters on the road, he had rushed into the city. After a long time, he rushed back, and the wild boar carrying it was gone.

"This boy sold all the wild boars?" Zamulang said unexpectedly.

"Well, maybe there are a lot of fat sheep like this today." Han Jing pointed to Yang Feng and laughed happily.

"Fat Sheep" Yang Feng rubbed his nose and pretended to be a tall man and sang a different tone: "That silly boy must have been cheated."

Zamulang was even more worried when he heard it. In order to catch the big wild boar, his youngest son was injured and lay waiting to catch the medicine back. If the big wild boar is cheated away by the swindler, the money to sell the pheasant is not enough to catch the medicine.

"I think everyone is uneasy and kind-hearted like a liar." Han Jing robbed Bai Dao.

Unable to correct Han Jing's opinion on herself, Yang Feng said angrily, "Do you want to bet?"

Han Jing readily agreed: "Just bet. What do you want to bet?"

"If I win, I will throw away the garbage I just collected. If you win, we will go back in a flying boat."

"Deal!"

There is no reason for Han Jing not to agree to this kind of bet.

Zam Lang saw that Yang Feng was a prodigal son and hoped that his son would simply be cheated, so he could wait to pick up the "garbage" thrown away by Yang Feng.

Zabuhe has rushed to the front and shouted happily with an iron sign: "Dad, Xuanqi Temple is recruiting people. I paid the registration fee for the big wild boar. This is the candidate's number plate!"

Han Jing stared at the number plate, and Yang Feng laughed silently.

He just sold the wild fox he hunted to a good-priced hunter through Zamulang, and kindly reminded him in local words: "The registration fee is too expensive for a big wild boar!" It's okay to pass the exam. If you don't pass the exam, you will lose.

Zamulang suddenly blushed as if he was drunk and said more excitedly than his son, "It's worth it! Not to mention a big boar, even two big boars are worth signing up!"

"The Xuanqi Temple is not a great place. Isn't it too tricky to sign up for the registration fee of a big wild boar?" Turning her head, Han Jing said angrily to Yang Feng, "Who is the master of the branch here? Nima is too dark!"

Before Yang Feng spoke, Zamulang said righteously: "Miss Han can't be disrespectful. Xuanqi Temple is the head of the Six Temples, and only the capital of Juye has a branch office. It's a great pleasure to come to our countryside to recruit people.

Han Jing, who is also prominent in the Xuanqi Temple, is confused: "Is there such an office in the branch office?"

Yang Feng affirmed: "Yes, each branch hall only has offices in small remote countries, and this belongs to the northern branch hall."

"Who is the master of the temple? It's more abominable than your liar, even the wild boar beaten by the hunter."

"Do you think the owner of the Northern Xinjiang branch can not take me?" Yang Feng had to protest.

"Stop talking, tell me who that guy is!" Han Jing shouted impatiently.

"The Nangong family."

"The people in that family are all black-hearted! Let's go. The big man will take us to have a look. Han Jing stretched out her hand and pulled it, and the petite she actually dragged away the thick and strong Zamuhe, which made the well-informed Zamulang understand that she was also in awe in her eyes. Even Yang Feng took the opportunity to throw away the acquired prey, but he didn't expect to pick it.

Those hunters who sold their prey to Yang Feng for a good price saw Yang Feng throw away their prey and snatched the prey again, and quietly talked about him behind his back that he was a fool.

Zamlang knew that Yang Feng must also be a monk. How could the monk look for those ordinary beasts that are not even mysterious beasts? He followed Yang Feng in fear and dared not go over it.

When he was idle, Yang Feng asked slowly, "What's the fun here?"

After serving the rich man, Zamulang replied politely, "There is no good scenery here, but there is a tower in the south of the city that disappears every full moon, and strange voices come out. If adults can wait here for a few more days, they can see it.

I thought it was an evil person pretending to be a ghost. Yang Feng asked, "Oh, will anyone disappear for no reason?"

The simple Zamulang thought for a moment and said, "I don't know."

"Go and investigate it clearly. It's done. Za Muhe. I will take it to the Nanmo Branch Hall when I leave." Even if this is not his jurisdiction, Yang Feng feels that it is necessary to find out whether evil people are evil. It's not how noble other people are, but how powerful he aspires to be in the world, that is to say, he regards the whole world as his territory. If an evil person is a culprit, he is willing to punish evil and win his reputation. From this point of view, he is much better than those rich people who eat and wait to die.

"Which Nanmo Branch?" Zamulang's heart pounded and his voice trembled.

"Hunqi Temple. My whereabouts should be kept secret. If you have done everything properly, I will let you get what you want.

"Yang--" suddenly remembered that the cold girl just called "Yang Feng". No matter how ignorant people are, they also know the name of Yang Feng, the genius star of Xuanqi Temple. Za Mulang didn't dare to associate it before, but now he was so shocked that he almost jumped up. "Plop" he knelt down: "See Lord Yang."

It was strange for the hunters who robbed their prey and followed them to see Zamulang kneeling down. Someone said, "It's over, the madness is contagious, and Brother Zamu is also crazy. Let's stay away." Others also slowed down. Soon after, when they learned the inside story, they beat their chests one by one and regretted it.

Entering the city, Yang Feng and Zamulang made an appointment to meet and asked Zamulang to investigate, and he followed the crowded crowd to the registration point. Zamu, who is not yet an adult, is as inconspicuous as Han Jing among the pedestrians. He looks at the fire phoenix flying above Han Jing's head.

Since Han Jing started the ice flame alchemy and specially developed a kind of chalcedony elixir with chalcedony and Wanzai Kongqing as the main medicine, Huofeng has liked her more and followed her when she had nothing to do. It is estimated that she would not hesitate to let Feng'er breathe fire on him.

Huofeng is like this, and the people around him are also easy to be rebelled by Han Jing - if he really goes to the day when he fights against Han Jing.

Bah! What's wrong with you to think about feuding against her? Yang Feng wanted to smoke himself a little, and at the same time, he thought: This time, he must terminate the Yuan family's marriage and can't delay it any longer.

It was just a moment of distraction, and Han Jing made trouble at the registration point.

"How can there be no standard for the registration fee!"

When the energetic voice came, Yang Feng rubbed his ears and smiled bitterly: Her nature of hoeing the strong and helping the weak can never be changed. The rules are not a sentence in the mouth of a powerful person. She has to compare this!

"Sister, my brother's words are the standard. I slept with my brother for one night, and my brother waived your registration fee.

"Look for death!"

A loud slap sounded, followed by Han Jing's angry roar: "Feng'er, burn this asshole full of spitting! Damn it, it's so black-hearted that even these bitter hunters will be cheated of their money!"

The fire phoenix was clear, and a fireball spewed out. The people around him dispersed as early as Han Jing slapped the person in charge of the registration. The man who fell to the ground rolled over the fireball and screamed fiercely: "Bad woman, do you dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?"

"No matter who you are, spit out all the defrauded property!" Han Jing stepped on the man's stomach and said angrily.

The registration point is located in the square outside the city owner's mansion, with a canopy set up a table, and the city guard is maintaining order. It looked like that, but Han Jing saw that the charge was completely imposable. The person in charge of registration said that the number plate was divided, and the higher the level of the number plate, the higher the probability of passing. In short, she changed her way to accumulate wealth and suddenly became popular.

The city guard rushed over. The city guards in this poor and remote land were all ordinary people, relying on a brute force, and before they rushed to Han Jing, they were frozen by her palm wind. This is still because she doesn't want to hurt these ordinary city guards.

"Oh, my God, it's a monk!"

Zha Muhe looked at the heroic Han Jing and didn't believe her eyes.

"Za Muhe, tie this guy up to my sister! Let's ask the city owner who is the master!" Han Jing roared majestically.

"Do you still want to find the city owner?" Zamu came to his senses and looked timidly at the gate of the city lord's house like the mouth of a giant beast.

"Who wants to find the owner of this city?" A man like a black tower came out of the city owner's mansion, with a group of giants behind him, one by one fiercely and viciously rushed straight to Han Jing.

Zamu's legs, which were already afraid, were weak. He couldn't help leaning over to Han Jing and said, "It's over, the black city owner will tear us up. Last month, the city owner tore two people to feed the black panther."

There was also a lot of discussion among the onlookers, saying that Han Jing and Zha Muhe would be torn by the city owner and fed him.

Han Jing shouted indignantly: "It's too cruel to tear a living person to feed the panther, damn it!"

Only then did the onlookers think that she was a monk, and Zamuhe also thought of this. The simple and honest stupid big man is waiting here and roared in local words, "The city lord is too cruel, damn it!"

The time is right, and sparks can set fire to the praiple. Zamuhe's roar, like a spark that triggered a prairie fire, aroused a strong resonance among the onlookers, and everyone roared.