Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 1147 Hometown Two Years Later (2000)
Even Elder Qingxuan was holding on to the staff and looked a little worried, and couldn't help but said: "Ziyu, are you full yet?"

Ye Yang rubbed his belly: "Master, I'm still a little hungry..."

Qingxuan: "Well..."

Ye Yang actually heard the conversation between the two dragon fighters, and couldn't help laughing: "Master, is the hidden dragon hall short of money to spend? It stands to reason that the monsters in the Qingyun Mountains can be used if you kill a few more." Is it right to exchange the magic beast crystal nucleus for a lot of money?"

Qingxuan said helplessly: "The weapons and armor damaged by the disciples of the Yinlong Temple during their cultivation, and the funds required for repairing the houses, etc., are huge consumption, but our income is very scarce. The Yinlong Temple has rules since ancient times. The beast cores that disciples hunt cannot be sold to ordinary people, they are all used for refining to improve their own cultivation, so we do not sell beast cores, Ziyu, you must not have sold monster cores, have you?"

Ye Yang trembled all over: "Why, I... I have always only sold weapons!"

Shocked into a cold sweat, Ye Yang reached into the Qiankun bag, took out a roll of banknotes, patted them on the table, and said, "Master, this is the money I got from selling weapons in Qidi, you don't need to You are welcome, although it is not much, but there is still 10 taels of silver, which is enough for the hidden dragon hall to spend for a few years, please accept it!"

"brush!"

The bank note in Ye Yang's hand suddenly disappeared, and a mysterious energy fluctuation flowed through his fingertips. Right in front of him, Elder Qingxuan was quietly putting the bank note into his pocket. Seeing Ye Yang secretly stunned, this It is the legendary god's ability to take away the silver ticket without him noticing. If this old guy was a thief with the speed, he would be able to buy Yihong Courtyard by walking all over Liangcheng!

After sending out a stack of banknotes, Ye Yang said again: "Master, although Xuan Lian from the Asura Palace has left, I am worried that he will come again. Facing such a god-level powerhouse, how should we deal with it? "

Elder Qingxuan frowned, and said: "Ziyu don't have to worry, in yesterday's fight, at the last moment, I tried my best to take Xuanlian's palm and bombarded his heavenly spirit with the green-dragon stick, although Xuanlian seemed to be fine. In fact, his godhead has been damaged. As early as a hundred years ago, I was looking for a way to deal with the strong Tianchen. This Azure Dragon Staff is just the most precious treasure I have found all over the world. His unique traits can cause great damage to the godhead initially formed by the Tianchen powerhouse, even though I was seriously injured by Xuanlian's palm, he may not be better than me."

Ye Yang was overjoyed and said: "That's good, but Xuan Lian took away a piece of Peng Cheng's flesh and blood. If there is no accident, Peng Cheng will be resurrected again. At that time, I am afraid that troubles will come again."

Elder Qingxuan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, the next time that living dead Peng Cheng dares to come again, I will personally kill him!"

"Ah."

Shura Temple.

Among the gloomy mountains, piles of bones piled up in the valley, flies danced around, and the stench filled the air, making people sick.

In the mountains, a person walked slowly, holding a black jar in his hand.

This is none other than Xuanlian.

Standing among the corpses, Xuanlian opened the jar without any fear of the mountain of corpses around him, and immediately a blood-red color flew out, wriggling slowly among a rotting corpse.

(End of this chapter)