Chapter 32 Lingxiang City

The middle-aged man sighed helplessly. In the face of absolute strength, he could only choose to give in. There is no better way than this.

Bai Shaoze had fainted in pain. He carefully handed Bai Shaoze over to the big man behind him and asked them to take good care of him. Then he bowed his head and said to the Phantom, "Say, what do you want us to do?"

"Open the carriage first. I want to see what's on it."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he took a cold breath: "You want to rob."

"Yes, is there a problem? It's bad luck for you to mess with us. What the Phantom said is righteous.

The middle-aged man wanted to cry without tears. Seeing the Phantom and Zhao Qianyang swaggered to the front of the carriage, more than 200 big men became decorations and dared not come forward to stop them at all. The two lifted the grass curtain and threw the herbs, jade and cloth inside to the ground. He kept muttering in his heart: It's too much, too much. You have ruined so many good things. That's a thousand-year-old ginseng. Don't put it in your arms. Agate, my lord's agate, don't break it.

After more than 40 minutes, the two people's sweep was finally over. The middle-aged man sat on the ground decadently with a sad face.

"Hey, don't sit still and take out some money. I'm not entangled."

The middle-aged man trembled with fear, took out a few charms from his arms, and handed them over like a ghost.

"Bear them all here." The phantom waved a black line into the middle-aged man's arms and rolled up the small pile of money. Then he went away.

After waiting for the two figures to disappear without a trace, the middle-aged man stood up and roared loudly: "You two murdered robbers, you two will die, you..."

A wild bobcat rushed out on the road, which scared the middle-aged man to stop quickly. The mountain forest was quiet, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way, Zhao Qianyang nibbled ginseng like a radish, carrying a small bag behind him. He hasn't done anything yet, and he is still a little resistant. So they didn't grab much. The key was to turn these dozens of carriages upside down, which was enough for these people to clean up.

"Sister Ying, I thought you were going to extract their souls for soul training."

"Soul training is not that simple. Their souls are too weak. If they are refined too much, their souls will not be mottled and will be very harmful to themselves."

"Since it is harmful to the soul, why does Sister Ying still insist on soul practice?" Zhao Qianyang continued to ask.

"My sister is a wild practice. If she doesn't have any strength, she won't be bullied by other soul practitioners." The Phantom smiled and then said, "Although I refined some souls into weapons, this man provoked me first. My sister is such a bad person. You have to refine your soul on the first day you fell into my hands.

After a pause, the Phantom continued, "Fortunately, I didn't kill you. Your soul curse has helped me a lot. If I continue to practice my soul, I is likely to be crazy and finally lose my mind."

"I don't know if the effect will be better when I practice two soul vows in the future." Zhao Qianyang muttered.

"You can try it for your sister tonight." The Phantom said faintly, with a faint smile on his face, which looked very charming.

Zhao Qianyang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his face was flushed.

Lingxiang City is a large city with high walls, flat bluestone roads, bustling streets, small buildings with strange buildings, and an endless stream of people. Zhao Qianyang was overwhelmed to look around, and everything was strange to him, who first entered the city.

The people who established the past also looked at the man like a monkey. He was dressed in a shabby gray robe, a green face, and his eyes were shone. He took ginseng as a radish in his hand. When he was left, he decisively abandoned it and pulled out one from the cloth bag he carried. What's more strange is that the man is accompanied by a peerless beauty, beautiful and charming, and no words can describe her beauty. More and more people gathered around to watch and point out.

Zhao Qianyang found 70 or 80 men, men and children around him and wanted to see monkey tricks and staring at him. Zhao Qianyang kept nodding and smiling at them, but as long as he approached them and did not wait for Zhao Qianyang to speak, these people were like frightened rabbits and dispersed quickly. However, after the two walked away for dozens of steps, these people followed again and kept pointing and laughing from time to time.

The Phantom frowned and muttered in a low voice, "It's so annoying." He glanced at Zhao Qianyang, frowned, and then pulled Zhao Qianyang out of the crowd and quickly walked into a large silk farm on the street.

"Hello, guest officer, please come inside. The clothes made by this village are the best in Lingxiang City." Xiao Er nodded and bowed to greet the two to centimeters.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the counter, wearing a silk brown robe and a pair of brand-new cowhide boots. He raised his round head and looked at Zhao Qianyang, with a trace of disdain in his eyes. However, when he saw the phantom, his eyes quickly narrowed into two corners, cracked his mouth and smiled, revealing his yellow teeth.

"Xiao Zhang, what are you still doing? I dare not enter and invite guests to sit down and make tea. The customer is the Jade Emperor. How many times have I told you?"

Xiao Zhang shook his head helplessly, and came again. When this fat boss didn't see a beautiful woman, he always did this first.

After Zhao Qianyang sat down, Xiao Zhang quickly brought a pot of hot tea and two jade cups. After pouring green tea into the cup, the faint fragrance of tea floated out, refreshing.

"Ha ha, the girl doesn't look like a local. Do you order your own clothes?" The boss greeted him and said with a smile, and his two small eyes kept turning on the Phantom.

Zhao Qianyang felt that the boss did not look like a good thing and felt a little uneasy. After all, he walked outside little and could not give a clear positioning for his strength. He wanted to remind the Phantom, but when he saw the Phantom giving him a playful smile, Zhao Qianyang's heart settled down.

"Well, we are from other places. How long do you think it will take to make a dress for him?" The phantom pointed to Zhao Qianyang.

The fat boss looked at Zhao Qianyang and muttered in his heart: How can this stinky beggar be blessed with such a beautiful girl? I don't think you just have a better face. Although my son is a little fatter, I run a silk farm all year round and have a lot of money at home. As long as she marries, she will not only be rich and noble, but also take care of her clothes and jade. Later, I will find a way to get this woman into the backyard to coerce and lure her. I'm not afraid that she won't agree.

"Does the girl want cloth or silk?"

"Take your best materials and let me have a look."

The fat boss bowed his head and thought, is it possible that this woman is still a rich man, but when you come to Lingxiang City from outside, I'm afraid that you can set off waves. The fat boss said with a smile, "Our superior materials are woven from the fur of Warcraft. Such valuable things are stored in the backyard warehouse. If you are interested, follow me to the backyard to have a look."

"Okay, you lead the way." The Phantom stood up and said faintly.

The fat boss was secretly happy: That's great, it's so easy to get over. After getting to the backyard, it will be difficult for you to fly even if you insert your wings.

Zhao Qianyang was strange and always felt that something was wrong. He followed the Phantom closely and followed the fat boss to the backyard.

Since she made that look at her, the Phantom has not had any hint to Zhao Qianyang. Her expression was relaxed, as if she didn't know the danger of slowly coming. Or, this danger is not worth mentioning to her at all.