102 Killing and Over Goods 4

Wang Fan and others made their first contribution. They not only killed the thin monkey, but also found a storage bag from his body.

Storage bags are a must-have for monks, but Lingxiao Pavilion is poor. Not to mention foreign disciples like Yuan Hong, they have no chance to get it at all. Even the inner disciples have less than six levels of practice, and few people have it. At this time, how can he not be greedy?

"This?" He looked at Wang Fan and said, "Let's give it to Boss Wang."

Wang Fan smiled and held it in his hand rudely: "Let me here first, divide it later, and prepare for it. It's time to come to the next batch later."

He has the highest cultivation, and the captured goods should be held in his hand, which can reassure Song San and Yuan Hong.

The three of them packed up and found a storage bag on the thick man. The happy Yuan Hongzhi snotted and said with a smile, "It is said that Sanxiu is poor. I think they are better than them. They have storage bags at such a low cultivation. This time, we have two storage bags. What we say has to belong to me. Lao Song, anyway, you Yes, I'll give you more other items later, and this will belong to me!"

Wang Fan gave him a brain crash: "When is it that you plan to share the stolen goods? The upper part of the refinery is coming. Why don't you medit and spit out your aura and prepare to fight.

"The refiner is such a thing that so many people are looking for so many people to kill us. Fortunately, the thin monkey with the highest cultivation has died. The last two groups of five people, and the highest cultivation is only five layers of practice. At that time, Brother Wang will try not to show up. It will be solved by me and the fat man. Even if he is a little injured, he will create a false impression on the refiner and let him I didn't expect that we still have a master on our side.

This time, Song San patted his chest to guarantee the refiner, but he didn't expect such a big fault, and he naturally hated it.

"He is practicing the ninth level of Qi, which is not easy to deal with!" Yuan Hong is a typical bully and fear of the strong. He never thought of confronting the refiners at all. He asked him to say that it is reasonable to deal with the last five people immediately.

"It doesn't matter" Wang Fan touched the magic mirror in Dantian and thought that if it really didn't work, he would sacrifice it desperately. "You two act according to the plan. If the refiner really dares to come, I don't mind making two moves with him."

The plan has been agreed, and the three of them hide separately and wait quietly.

The time is not long, and the sound of two tiptoes came.

"Big brother, it is reasonable that the thin monkey has come. Why didn't he see it all the way? Did he swallow the baby alone?" A spy's voice came.

"He doesn't dare. The refiner can say that we will share the five medium-quality spiritual weapons equally. If he really dares to eat alone, he won't want to fool around in the Tao in the future. If he doesn't talk about others, the refiner alone can't forgive him." "Big brother" has a slightly rough voice, but it also has an indescribable femininity.

"That's right. We haven't been in this industry for a day or two. It's all up to the refiners. If he is annoyed, don't fool around." Speaking of this, he paused and seemed to say to himself, "The refiner is really a snake and scorpion-hearted. I don't know how many refiners suddenly realized until they were killed. It's really a pity!"

"What a lament!" The eldest brother said angrily, "You fucking live like a grandson, and you have the nerve to sigh at others. Since you have entered the world of cultivation, don't think about being safe and stable. If you are not careful for a moment, you should die."

"Ouch," he was scolding, and suddenly he staddled and lay down: "Fuck, who made the trip?"

Before he finished speaking, a dagger suddenly flew out and inserted into his chest.

"Ah!" He screamed, and his eyes suddenly stared out. He tried to grab two handfuls into the sky with both hands and fell to the ground.

"Who?" His companion was stared, and then panicked. He pulled out the spiritual sword and shot at the dagger.

"'If you are not careful for a moment, you should die." Damn, this grandson is so nice." Yuan Hong, dressed in black and with a black face, came out carelessly and sighed with great interest.

"So, he should die!" Song San's original appearance has not changed, but he looks light, as if walking in his back garden: "What are you waiting for? Let's do it!"

"You? Ah!!" Without waiting for him to say more, Yuan Hong and Song San took action at the same time.

The two of them joined hands to deal with a monk of the same rank, and there was no suspense at all.

"If you are not careful for a moment, you should die." Wang Fan played with the dagger and sighed in his heart, "Today they died in my hands. I don't know if I will die in the hands of others in the future?" Thinking of this, he was a little depressed, and his past ambitions disappeared.

At this moment, the Taoist magic mirror in Dantian suddenly shook strongly, which scared him and woke up from his confusion: "It's so close. If it hadn't been for the Taoist magic mirror, I would have almost gone crazy. Although my cultivation has increased very fast, my Taoist heart has always been unstable. It seems that it will be stable for a period of time in the future."

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, quickly spit out the aura, and calmed down the soul.

Yuan Hong and Song San searched for the booty happily, but did not realize that the "masters" they relied on almost went crazy. But for Wang Fan, this time he went crazy also had its advantages, at least let him realize that the Taoist magic mirror is not omnipotent, and the real stable Taoist heart still depends on his own hard work.

While he was thinking about it, he saw Yuan Hong and Song San neatly cleaning up the body and sneaked aside, waiting for the arrival of the last wave of people.

"Maybe the refiner will not take action in person. After all, if this spreads, it will be a great blow to his reputation." Even if Wang Fan has a killer, he is unwilling to fight with the nine-level monks. That's a bad thing, and his life is not guaranteed.

They are preparing here, but the last wave of people is not defenseless.

"Be careful, everyone. The situation of Shuanglong Mountain is complex, and the advantage of our large number of people is not obvious." Zhang Wu is a subordinate of the master of the refinery. Although he has three layers of cultivation, he is the leader of the three.

"Just now, the thin monkey and Lin San each led one to follow up, but they haven't replied yet. I guess they have encountered some trouble, which is a little different from our expectations, but it's worth it for the five-sized spiritual weapons and a large number of concentrates."

"Yes, what the fifth brother said is reasonable, and the old man will also come out later. What are we afraid of? I have long seen thin monkeys and Lin San unpleasant eyes. They do everything alone. I have never paid attention to my one-eyed king. It is also appropriate to teach them a lesson this time."

A big man with horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes and one-eyed ferocious light stood beside Zhang Wu, clenching his fist and smiling glooming. He couldn't wait to kill Shuanglong Mountain immediately and seize the middle-quality spiritual weapon.

"Brother Wang deserves to be an old friend of my master. This time, it must be good." Zhang Wu hugged the boxing with joy.