Chapter 118 is a group fight

(Today is a good day, a very special day. As for what day it is, I won't tell you~~~)

If it's just six masters of the middle stage of gold, the old man is not afraid. However, there are also Feng Xiaobing, a big pervert and the little white rabbit that has been stable in the high stage of gold for a period of time. Coupled with the middle stage of gold, Xiaobai and Sanya, the old man is difficult to fly.

Although Feng Xiaobing is actually at the Zijin level, Feng Xiaobing has not really played with the Zijin master, so he has no opportunity to experience the new level, and his actual combat experience is seriously insufficient. It's not much better to fight with the old man. In order to deal with the old man as soon as possible, he shamelessly adopted the group fight tactic.

"Pa~~~", the old man who was forced to breathe under the pressure of the shameless group of the masters suddenly got a shudder, and he was dizzy. The old man, who was a little confused because he lost his will to resist, did not dodge this time.

"You, how dare you hit me?" The old man who was woken up jumped up.

"Pa~~~" is another shudder. This time, Feng Xiaobing forced out a purple body light, which can be shown to the old man. Feng Xiaobing now fights against the enemy. Generally speaking, the body light is suppressed below the skin. Only when he touches the target will he break out from the contact point, which has formed the characteristics of his energy use, which can also be regarded as his unique skill.

"Purple, Zijin..." The old man finally understood what kind of situation he was facing. He, who was supposed to be bullied, completely lost his confidence.

"Wow~~~~", the old man suddenly held the head that had been hit with two big bags, squatted on the ground and cried, with a runny nose and tears, as if the lonely and weak old man who had been robbed of his granddaughter by the bully, which was extremely desolate. Today, I thought I was lucky. When I saw a few rare beautiful women, I didn't expect to stab the hornet's nest and was beaten by a purple gold master with a group of gold masters. Where is the justice?

Feng Xiaobing didn't eat his routine and called out, "Are you rolling and playing scoundrels? Humph, this move is useless to me. Take off the ring for me.

The old man couldn't help touching the storage ring in his hand. Suddenly, he wiped his tears, stood up and jumped and said, "If you want money, you don't want one to die. Can you beat me to death?"

Feng Xiaobing was stunned. Yaya was still a guy who asked for money and died. He also said, "I've changed my mind. Now you only have one way to pay! Wives, hold him down."

A piece of light flashed, and the old man was stepped on the ground without a few fights. A pile of small feet flashing golden body light suppressed him. No matter whether he was a hero or a high-level master, he could only stretch his neck and wait to be slaughtered at this moment.

Feng Xiaobing squatted beside the nervous old man with a smile. Suddenly, he picked up the old man's right hand tightly clenched. The energy was controlled into a line to straighten the old man's fingers one by one. If he wanted to compete for energy, gold was definitely no match for the old man of Zijin.

Looking at the baby ring breaking away little by little in front of his eyes, the old man had a dead heart, and even began to hate the guy who invented the storage ring. If there was no storage ring, he would not take all the belongings in the family with him.

"Tut, tut", Feng Xiaobing looked at the old man's ring, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. He didn't expect that this obscene old man had such a strong family, and the golden master was really unusual.

Feng Xiaobing was not interested in some miscellaneous objects, but 2,000 demon cores made him shine. Although compared with the 20,000 demon nuclei given to him by the beast king, Feng Xiaobing, who understands the purchasing power of demon cores, is very clear about the concept of these two thousand demon nuclei. Feng Xiaobing's eyes turned, and he had to find a way to blacken this huge amount of money.

"Well, I admit it. You take the 200 demon cores and give me back the rest quickly," the old man looked at Feng Xiaobing nervously and said.

"Do you still think you can pass so easily now?" Feng Xiaobing squinted and sneered.

"What, what do you mean?" The old man had a very bad hunch.

"Yah, that's the price of your cooperation. Now I have sent out all my daughters-in-law and younger brothers. As you can see, they are all gold level. Each person does not have a hundred demon core appearance fees. I can't afford it as a husband, so it's going to fall on your head, hey hey." Feng Xiaobing slowly put the ring in his hand. Up, now, there are three rings in the left hand, and gradually feel like an upstart.

"Ran, you are blackmail, blackmail, ** naked blackmail", the old man struggled desperately and was suppressed to death.

"Thank you. I haven't heard people call me that for a long time. I really miss it." Feng Xiaobing looked satisfied and suddenly said viciously, "After calculating the appearance fee, your demon cores are far from enough, so I decided to let you pay off the debt."

The old man was dumbfounded and suddenly said awkwardly, "Although I used to be handsome and fall in love with all sentient beings, I really don't like this."

"Pa~~~", Feng Xiaobing swung his arm and trembled again, "You son, I decided to let you work for me until I reach the snowfield. If you do a good job, I can consider returning the demon core to you."

The old man listened and thought for a long time. After all, he couldn't give up his savings for many years and agreed pitifully.

Feng Xiaobing has his own consideration. It is impossible to say that this old boy is so good without any power. Even Feng Xiaobing vaguely guessed the identity of the old man. Now he has been hit hard by himself. He can't let him go back and call for help. Safety comes first.

Naturally, Feng Xiaobing can't rest assured to put such a master beside him. The little white rabbit's power to seal the demon power played a role again, so there was a dead old man with a sad face in the team.

The camel team rang the camel bell from the west around Kandahar and went straight to the north. Before dawn, the turmoil in Kandahar gradually subsided, and Feng Xiaobing and his party naturally had to run away quickly.

The majestic Kandahar City was gradually left behind. Feng Xiaobing touched the ring in his hand and smiled happily, "Old man, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Doron", the old man with a depressed face with his arm replied angrily.

"Oh, it's really you, good boy, the sand king who claims to be in charge of 100,000 sand thieves. Tut, I actually beat the sand king. I'm a little afraid of Nie," Feng Xiaobing pretended to be surprised.

"Go to hell, you have guessed it for a long time. I have seen it. I guess you dare to rip off the beast king." The old man muttered to himself with a sad face. With this strength, there is no place in the world that Feng Xiaobing and his party can't go.

"Hey, boy, you said you would return the demon core to me. Is it true? It's not fooling me, is it?" The old man suddenly asked nervously.

"Of course, I'm a hooligan who keeps his word. As long as you are obedient, I will pay you back when I get to Xueyuan, hahaha."

The camel bell jingled, and this thin camel team galloped towards the north in the fresh morning.