99 Killing Goods 1

Manager Jiang had a murderous heart for Wang Fan, and Wang Fan also had the intention to go. At this time, Song San and Yuan Hong told him that the refining of the Zhongpin spiritual weapon was completed and needed to be received together to avoid any changes.

Wang Fan thought for a moment, and then took this opportunity to sneak away, but he knew that as soon as he left, Yuan Hong must have died, so he wanted to discuss it and slip away together.

But before the words could be said, Yuan Hong pulled on Caidie, and he frowned and was depressed. He had to suppress the topic of leaving Lingxiao Pavilion together and try his best to comfort him. Unexpectedly, the effect was not only average, but he was taught a lesson by Yuan Hong, which made him laugh bitterly.

A few days later, Song San and Yuan Hong left one after another, but they did not attract much attention, because they were all three-level monks who practiced qi. Once they had a feeling, it was common to be closed for ten days and a half months, and everyone had long been familiar with it.

Wang Fan quietly observed everyone's reaction. After feeling that everything was normal, he quietly slipped out. Thanks to his usual low-key and restrainedness, his departure did not cause any noise. Everyone thought that the diligent "Brother Wang" had closed practice again.

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On the rugged mountain road, weeds are overgrown. If you are not careful, you may fall, but it is difficult for the native villagers. They carry the firewood cut on the mountain and walk like flying - it's already late. If you don't walk fast, the mountain is not clean at night.

"Young man, let's go quickly. When the sun goes down, the beasts in the mountain will come out, and it will be dangerous." The old villager, who was wiping sweating, put aside the large pile of firewood, took a rest for a while, and kindly warned the young man who was walking slowly.

"Thank you, uncle. The beast is dangerous, but I still don't care about it. If I really meet it tonight, I will call and send it to your home." The young man is not tall or handsome, but his skin is surprisingly white, and even shining in the sun. People can't help but want to go up and touch it twice.

"Young people are really bold, but the beasts in Shuanglong Mountain are not one or two, but good tigers are not defeated by a group of wolves. Young men should not show off." Seeing that his advice was ignored, the old villager was a little unhappy and couldn't help relying on the old man to scold him. Fortunately, he still remembered that he was going home and strode with firewood on his back without saying a few words.

The "bold" young man is naturally Wang Fan.

He followed the mark left by Song San and Yuan Hong and pursued all the way. He saw Song San under the stove peak where people lived on the refinery. After pretending to be ignorant, he gathered with Yuan Hong and learned that five middle-grade spiritual weapons had arrived, but three batches of tails also appeared.

"It is estimated that one of them were instructed by the refiners. Song San saw one of them a little familiar, as if he had seen it on the stove peak. This old guy is really not enough to swallow snakes. We have given him so many concentrates and spiritual mines, which is enough for him to get the top-quality spiritual weapons and hit us!"

In order to avoid trouble, Yuan Hong would rather pay a big price to give benefits to the refiners. He just wanted to dispel his bad heart. Unexpectedly, he got more people who followed him. He couldn't help but break the old capital and was resentful when he said it.

"It's because he gave too much that it's hard for him to fill in." Wang Fan said indifferently, "I followed Song San for two laps, and the three batches of stalkers touched the bottom. The cultivation was almost all practicing from the third to the sixth floor, which was not difficult to deal with. You find an opportunity to inform Song San and let him go to Shuanglong Mountain, where the mountains are remote, which is a good place to kill people and get more goods. Let him be smart. The speed must be fast. It's better to throw them away into three batches, and we can do it.

In this way, Song San led a group of "tails" around east and west, quickly approaching Shuanglong Mountain.

Wang Fan came here first to make perfect preparations. He was born in a hunter and was quite familiar with some trap skills. He couldn't help but use it again: "Even the monks who practiced three to six levels can't stand it!"

Night finally came, and there were waves of howling wolves and tigers in the distance, and nearby there was a low sound of insects. Occasionally, there was a bang. I don't know which small animal hurriedly came out of the nest to find food, or eventually became food.

Song San climbed up halfway up the mountain breathlessly, as if he could no longer walk. He sat on the ground and said weakly, "Friends behind, don't follow me. The mountain is far away. You are also tired. If you have anything to say, I don't want to run anymore."

It's really not easy for him to live these days. He not only pays attention to attracting the "tail", so that he can kills the goods righteously, but also pays attention not to attract too many "tails" to avoid being killed and being over the goods in the end, so he plays a good spirit every day.

Fortunately, such a painful day is coming to an end. Under his feet is Shuanglong Mountain. He also saw the secret code of Wang Fan and Yuan Hong, so he couldn't help yawning and stretching out, as if he was calling for friends and letting those with bad intentions come out.

The rustling footsteps are remembered. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of a slight gasp. It seems that these "tails" are not easy. When they meet Song San, a greasy guy, they are in their eight lifetimes of bad luck.

"Good boy, since you know that we dare to stop following, are you impatient to live?" A big man said rudely that he is a four-level monk who has been practicing qi. Although he has been running around for many years and has been practicing hard-working skills for a long time, he is still tired: "For so many days, you have never stopped. You are a small three-level monk who practice qi. He runs faster than a rabbit, but he is exhausted the uncle to death. If you have any treasure, just Take it out so that you don't have to damage your body later.

"Hey hey" Song San showed his big white teeth and smiled and said, "Han, you don't keep your word. I'd better ask the thin monkey next to you. How about the thin monkey? Draw it out!"

He is the most perseverant, and he is also the first one to arrive. The big man practiced the four layers of Qi, and the thin monkey practiced the six layers of the breath. He is also the strongest group among the three batches of trackers.

"Do you call me a thin monkey?" The thin monkey called him the most annoying nickname, and his eyes couldn't help showing a fierce light: "I wanted to save your life, but you didn't know how to call me by nickname. You're dead." With that, he took a step forward and suddenly sacrificed the flying sword and killed it like a white practice.

"Oh, I'm so scared!" Song San laughed and threw a seal from his arms.

I only saw the lightning flashing and the shadow of the sword, but the lightning charm and the sword spirit charm are the lowest-level charms, which scare people. For monks who practice more than four layers of qi, the real attack power is pitiful.

The thin monkey travels around, and he is also insightful. Seeing that he attacked himself with such a seal, he couldn't help laughing: "Just this garbage, he still wants to deal with us, haha---"

"Ah!" Before he finished laughing, he heard the big man beside him scream. His head flew up, and the blood of the cavity was reflected by lightning, like a red wave, drawing a perfect arc and falling to the ground.