Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 188 Arriving at the station (3)
Holding the things in his hands, Ling Wushuang grinned, glanced up and down at the person in front of him, and said in a strange tone, "I think, old man, you made a mistake. I don't mean to sell this thing."

The old man furrowed his gray brows fiercely, raised his body with momentum, and said slowly: "Little girl, you can't play its role even if you hold this thing, sell it!" Giving it to me is the best choice."

"Who said I can't use this thing?" Ling Wushuang's expression did not change, but Xiumei frowned slightly.

She can't see through this person's cultivation, but one thing is certain, he is definitely above her!

The drug boy behind the old man heard Ling Wushuang's words, and immediately said angrily, "Do you know who my master is, he is a saint..."

"I don't care who you are." Ling Wushuang spit out a few words lightly, interrupting the medicine boy, making his complexion turn red.

"That's right!" Zhan Xiu raised his head and laughed boldly, followed by a cold drink, swung his muscular hand with heavy arms, and a jet-black long spear was drawn out, a few inches into the ground, making a crisp clang, " Want to snatch it? I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

So what if he is powerful, he has never been afraid of anyone in his battle cultivation!
Ling Wushuang's red lips curled coldly, and when she raised her wrist, the brown wooden stake in her hand disappeared and fell into the ancient sapphire bracelet.

"Hey, isn't this Zhanxiu?" Suddenly someone next to him recognized Zhanxiu, a casual cultivator of the mysterious master, pointed at the resolute and handsome Zhanxiu, and screamed, "It's really Zhanxiu!" .”

"It turned out to be the young master Zhanxiu of the Wandering Tribe!?" The people around suddenly boiled, their eyes focused on Zhanxiu, and they were very hot.

Zhanxiu, the genius young master of the wanderer tribe, is known as the genius No.1 among the mysterious casual cultivators. Among the younger generation of the forest hunter tribe, he has almost no rivals. Face to face with him.

"It's the young master..."

Most of the surrounding forest hunters belonged to the wanderer tribe, and they had always admired the genius young master who was called by everyone. Now when they saw someone, their expressions immediately became respectful.

"Brother Zhan?" Ling Wushuang was startled, and turned to look at Zhan Xiu in surprise.

She knew that Zhanxiu must have an extraordinary status among the wanderers, but she never thought that he would be the young master of the wanderers' tribe.

Zhan Xiu's resolute handsome face showed a smile, and he winked at Ling Wushuang, but you didn't ask.

"War cultivator? Tribe of wanderers..." The old man frowned, his expression slightly ugly.

"It's just a small tribe of forest hunters, can we still be afraid?" One of the medicine boys' face was stiff, but he still snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Our master is..."

"Shut up." The cold words came from the old man's mouth.

"Master?" The two medicine boys looked at the old man at the same time, with surprise and puzzlement in their eyes.

"Back off." The old man's expression was unkind, but he raised his hand to signal the two to back down. Then, he raised his eyes and locked Ling Wushuang's eyes, his wrinkled face was as calm as water, and said expressionlessly: "In that case, then The old man will not force it today."

If it was in other places, he might not care about it, but in this place, provoking war repairs from the homeless tribe is equivalent to stabbing a hornet's nest. He has a lot of headaches, not to mention, the current situation does not allow them to have another difficult enemy like the wanderer tribe.

Seeing that the old man had already spoken, the two medicine boys stopped talking and just stared angrily at the two people opposite.

The old man's dark gray eyes were bright, he looked at Zhan Xiu, and finally stopped on Ling Wushuang, and snorted coldly, "However, it is a waste of a magic medicine."

The rare magic medicine, in the hands of ordinary people, can't play a big role, but seeing the situation, he can only reluctantly give up.

"It's a waste in whose hands, that's not sure." Ling Wushuang looked directly at the old man, with a slight smile on his lips, and a hint of coldness in his eyes, but replied.

"Arrogant child." The old man gave Ling Wushuang a fierce look in his eyes, and after a slight pause, he swung his sleeve robe violently, turned around and left, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The two medicine boys were full of unwillingness, and they snorted angrily twice, and followed in the direction the old man left.

"He's a master." Zhanxiu retracted the pitch-black spear in his hand, and looked in the direction where the old man disappeared, with deep eyes.

"Yeah." Ling Wushuang nodded, took a step forward, stood beside Zhan Xiu, smiled thoughtfully and said, "If I'm not wrong, it should be someone from the Holy Church."

She noticed the half-sentence that the medicine boy blurted out just now. Moreover, the strength of this old man is at least as high as that of the Holy Master. Even if she joins forces with Zhanxiu, she may not be his opponent.

"People from the Holy Church?" Zhan Xiu's resolute handsome face suddenly sank when he heard it, "What we hate the most in the Forest Hunter tribe is the group of deceitful people in the Holy Church, hypocrisy!"

Ling Wushuang raised his eyebrows in surprise. Most of the people in this area had reverence for the temple, but they never thought that the people of the forest hunter tribe would hate them.

But if you think about it carefully, for these unrestrained and mostly cheerful forest hunters, the high church has naturally become synonymous with hypocrisy.

This is a good thing for her.

"Wushuang." Zhan Xiu saw Ling Wushuang smiling slightly and lost his mind, and called her, and asked her for a long time, "What is that waste wooden stake in your hand just now?"

Although he didn't know much about Tianlingdibao, he knew most of the precious elixir, but he didn't see what the things in Wushou's hands were.

Ling Wushuang turned his head to look at Zhan Xiu who was full of doubts, raised his hand and pulled out the rotten wooden pile, and said with a slight smile, "This piece of wood is indeed a piece of waste material." Roots, slender shoots with two leaves grew out, and said: "However, this is a good thing, it is called Liangyi Deadwood Grass."

"Liangyi Deadwood Grass?" Zhan Xiu was extremely surprised, his eyes tightened, and he locked on the thing in Ling Wu's hands in an instant, and said in astonishment: "It turned out to be the legendary God Grass, Liangyi Deadwood!"

Liangyi Deadwood Grass, a treasure that can refine divine pills!
"What?" The people around lost their expressions, staring at the things in Ling Wu's hands, almost drooling, this is the legendary god grass, it grows so ordinary, no wonder the old man just said that casually sky-high price.

But everyone just watched and swallowed, because of Zhanxiu's status, even in such a chaotic area, no one dared to rush to grab it.

(End of this chapter)