Chapter 272 Xuanyun City

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Looking at the woods in the distance, Xiao Heng hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "These monks are generally not allowed to fly in the air. I think we'd better walk." After saying that, Xiao Heng looked at the dead butterfly with inquiring eyes.

Lingkudie nodded to Xiao Heng. Before Xiao Heng could speak, his body had burst out in an instant, turned into a faint figure, and directly shot in the direction of Xuanyun City. At the same time, it also brought a large amount of dust behind it.

Even if Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie don't need to escape and use the body method alone, the speed should not be underestimated. In less than ten breaths, the figure of Xiao Heng and Lingshidie was fixed under the gate of Xuanyun City.

"Huh? Stop. When the monk enters, he must pay 200 genuine magic beads. Before Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie stepped into the city, ten demons in black robes embroidered with silver three-headed wolf logos standing on both sides of the gate immediately stopped Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie. These black-robed demon practitioners are all inner disciples of the demon palace, mainly responsible for the entry and exit registration of Xuanyun City and the collection of real magic beads.

After feeling that Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie did not have the breath of demon cultivation and demon clan, the eyes of these disciples of the demon palace immediately showed a trace of disdain. The human race is a very unpopular race in the demon world. There is no reason, just because in the demon world, the number of human races has been reduced to a small number.

And when the divine thoughts of these monks detected the mysterious spiritual pressure deliberately suppressed by Xiao Heng and the withered butterfly, a trace of disdain in their eyes was even more obvious.

Xiao Heng glanced at these monks faintly, silently went to his dragon ring, and took out the storage bag containing a lot of real magic beads that Xue Changkong gave him not long ago to save hematitis.

Among them, 400 sub-grade real magic beads were clicked out, and then handed to the leading black-robed monk with a blank face.

The cultivation was only seen by the demon palace disciples in the late Xuanjing. He curled his mouth and took it carelessly. Then he began to count them one by one.

As soon as Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie saw this scene, they frowned. Monks all have strong divine thoughts. For example, these things that confirm the number of items are scanned, and the specific number is immediately known. It is impossible for monks to count things one by one, which is obviously making things difficult for Xiao Heng and Lingde Butterfly.

Looking at Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie frowning, the demon palace monk who was counting the real magic beads suddenly showed a provocative look. He threw the storage bag in his hand at Xiao Heng's feet, and then wrapped his hands. He looked at Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie coldly and said, "Not enough. There are only 340 here, and there are still 60 real magic beads left."

His face was cold. Xiao Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the man carefully. Just now, when he counted the real magic beads, the flashing faint white light of the dark green universe ring on his right index finger was real.

"Are you sure I only gave you 340?" Xiao Heng's voice was as cold as ice. Although he did not completely release his breath and spiritual pressure, that temperament also made the other nine disciples of the demon palace uncomfortable for a while.

And those monks of all ethnic groups who have access tokens and are going in and out, but at this time, they all stopped and looked here with a cheerful face.

In this big city with nearly one million mobile monks every month, even if it is one of the eight gates, there are many monks coming in and out every day. After a while, nearly 100 people were surrounded at the gate, and the number was still increasing.

Looking at Xiao Heng's cold eyes, the demon palace disciple who seemed to be the captain snorted coldly and shouted, "Well, you, a monk, dare to come to my Xuanyun City to spread wild. There are still 60 true magic beads. If you don't give it, or get out."

After saying that, the other nine demon palace disciples also looked at Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie with a joking face. They rarely meet this kind of cowardly human monks. It's rare to meet them today. Of course, they have to play with it.

However, they didn't know that what they provoked was a real killing god in the yin spirit world and a dragon star.

Xiao Heng snorted coldly and didn't care about the contemptuous eyes of the onlookers around him. He said again with a cold face, "I just handed you 400 real magic beads in person. After you counted them, there were sixty missing. It's really interesting. The demon palace is really a place where the 'strong' come from. At the end of the words, the strong irony could be heard clearly by anyone.

The demon palace disciple who looked like the captain suddenly turned cold when he heard the words, and his eyes flashed for a moment. Then he said disdainfully, "What do you mean? You mean I stole your sixty real magic beads? Haha, I am a second-class inner disciple of the demon palace. I can distribute nearly 200 real magic beads every month. Will I still covet sixty real magic beads like you?"

As soon as this man finished his words, another fellow door beside him immediately caught the words and looked at Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie with a provocative face and said, "Well, the total number of real magic beads on our bodies is no more than 5,000, and we will we unite to blackmail you of sixty real magic beads?"

The monks around him just felt that they had an ideal nod, but the next scene made their colleagues stunned.

Xiao Heng looked at the man for a moment with an idiotic face. Suddenly, a white light flashed in his hand, and a high-level storage bag with purple wave stripes appeared in his hand in an instant.

"Thousands of Mustard Storage Spirit Bag." I don't know who suddenly exclaimed and called out the name of this famous high-level storage bag.

A vague feeling suddenly rose to the hearts of the ten people in the demon palace.

Xiao Heng looked at the ten people faintly. With a flick of his finger, the storage bag in his hand opened in an instant.

The next moment, countless real magic beads with gray light were like pouring beans in an instant, and kept pouring out like the Yangtze River pouring out of the storage bag.

In a short time, he piled up a five-foot-high mountain of real magic beads in front of him. And among them, there are also many middle-quality and top-quality real magic beads. This kind of visual shock stunned the whole audience in an instant.

"The real magic beads on my body are enough to kill ten of you a hundred times, and I will deliberately blackmail you of 60 real magic beads?" Xiao Heng looked at the ten people coldly and spit out a sentence that almost choked them to death.

Those real magic beads were all "filial piety" to Xiao Heng at that time. Xiao Heng did not have time to look carefully at how much at that time. At this time, he was really shocked by this number.

"Gu Dong..." A sound of swallowing saliva suddenly kept ringing around.

Among those onlookers, there are also some people with vicious eyesight. At this time, I saw Xiao Heng throwing out so many real magic beads so easily. Even if I guessed that Xiao Heng and Lingkudie were not as simple as ordinary monks. Looking at Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie, he immediately had a lot more awe. At this time, most of the monks looked at the pile of real magic beads in a daze with a greedy face.

The ten disciples of the demon palace were stiff at this time, and their eyes stared at the mountain-like real magic beads.

"This... This, this..." His fingers trembled and pointed to Xiao Heng. A disciple of the demon palace stammered and didn't know what he was talking about.

Suddenly, the captain-like demon palace monk suddenly looked ferocious and cruel, and suddenly roared, "A few days ago, I lost a large number of real magic beads in my demon palace. Where do you come from? If you don't make it clear, you can't want to leave today."

"Wo..." At this time, they naturally saw the ins and outs of the matter. At this time, as soon as the words of the demon palace disciple came out, it immediately attracted a burst of noise and boos from the monks around.

Hearing the boos of these monks, the leader's face was pale, and the haze in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

When the other demon palace disciples around heard the words, they reacted in an instant. Even if they have more real magic beads on them, they are at most monks of the mysterious realm. Even if they are of extraordinary status, now they are the local snakes. Just find some excuses to attract the patrol disciples in the city, and then use the moth prohibition and magic array outside Xuanyun City to surround and kill them here. At that time, there will be so many real magic beads, hide some of them privately, and then hand in part of them, which is over.

Thinking of this, the fierce color in the eyes of these ten people is even better. Looking at Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie, he was gradually filled with desire.

Seeing this, Xiao Heng did not panic at all. He reached out for the high-level storage bag. In an instant, a large number of real magic beads that fell on the ground immediately swarmed towards the storage bag. After a while, the flat storage bag bulged again.

After putting away the storage bag, Xiao Heng looked at the man faintly and said, "What? My million real magic beads are also yours?" Although the tone is light, it carries a strong evil spirit that is extremely hidden but cannot be ignored.

(Robbery of collection tickets... Your tickets are all mine...

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