Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 707 Conditions
Princess Cangxue and Feng Danqing escaped from the secret room. Just after leaving the hall, they saw an astonishing scene. A candied haws made of human flesh connected by more than 20 people was swinging back and forth in the wind. Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators were wary and dared not make any big moves.

Seeing such a situation, Cang Xuefeng Danqing who just came out also knew how the other party blasted away the defense of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Stop." The two yelled almost at the same time. At the same time, the two urged their pressure to press towards the dialect. Facing a Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk waving weapons composed of more than 20 of his own men, it was The two distracted monks didn't know how to attack for a while, they could only rely on coercion to suppress each other, as long as they stopped, there were many methods to choose from.

Unexpectedly, their coercion was not as effective as expected. The Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk on the opposite side just snorted coldly, but his hands moved a little bit more. Almost instantly, the candied haws grew another section. Four more monks with poorer cultivation bases and slower reactions were included in it.

At this moment, no matter whether Cangxue or Feng Danqing, they realized that the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of them could not be judged by common sense. They had never seen a Nascent Soul cultivator who could so easily and even feel comfortable in a group of Nascent Soul cultivators. The freedom among the monks in the later period was not at all because of the bunch of candied haws made of human flesh. Not to mention that it was originally caused by the other party, even if they did not rely on such rogue methods, the dozens of people in front of them would have no choice but to win the other party.

Seeing that the string in the opponent's hand was getting longer and longer, Cang Xue shouted: "You all stand down."

Hearing Cang Xue's words, the bewildered group of Nascent Soul cultivators did not hesitate for a moment. They all dodged backwards and breathed a sigh of relief. Although they could see that the other party did not kill the killer, but if they really fell into the other party's hands, who knows what will happen in the end? What will be the result, not to mention being strung together like something, no one will feel comfortable.

The people who came in were naturally in dialect. Seeing the two distracted monks appearing, the other Nascent Soul monks stopped besieging him, and dialect also stopped, and put a group of prisoners in front of him, and then said slowly: " It's really hard to see the two of you, but now I have some things in hand, but it's hard to salute them."

While speaking, the dialect did not relax at all. The two distracted monks in front of him were clearly not the Canglingzi City Lord Tai Yu had inquired about earlier. It was unexpected that there were so many distracted monks in Cangyun City. Dialect is not afraid of fighting, but only worried about Chang Hui who falls into the opponent's hands.

The situation was also beyond Cangxue's expectations. Originally, Lei Tingwanjun planned to capture the dialect, and then consider other things, but now it is this kind of scene. There are more than 20 monks in the late stage of the Nascent Soul and even the monks of the Nascent Soul Dzogchen. For Cangyun City The City Lord's Mansion is quite powerful. Looking at the dialect, Cang Xue asked coldly, "Who are you, and why did you break into my Cangyun City City Lord's Mansion?"

Seeing the appearance of two distracted monks, the two sides stopped fighting again. Among the more than [-] people captured by the dialect, even about half of the monks sensed their confidence and immediately shouted: "Don't let me go quickly!" Wait, otherwise it will be your death."

There were still a few people who didn't agree with these people's words, and even showed a bit of disdain for these people who shouted.

Dialect scans casually, and realizes that the ones who yelled just now were captured by him outside the gate of the city lord's mansion, and they were a few powerful monks who escaped. Looking at the situation of other people, it seems that these people are not in the same way. At this moment, dialect But he didn't have the heart to think about these things, and he didn't pay attention to their shouts at all. He just looked at the newly born beautiful monk and said calmly: "My name has already been reported to the steward of your mansion. How to call it, but the Lord is responsible for the affairs of the City Lord's Mansion?"

Hearing the dialect's unceremonious words, Feng Danqing's face was also very ugly. Originally, this was something he messed up, but he didn't expect to become what he is now. Said in a deep voice: "Bold lunatic, if you don't let everyone go, then ask Princess Canxue for your sins, but I will spare your death."

Feng Danqing's voice implicitly contained a bit of power to intimidate the mind, but it was an extremely condensed dialect that could not be helped.

Hearing Feng Danqing's unceremonious words, Fang Yan's expression turned cold, and he shouted: "You are Feng Danqing, you have done enough courtesy before, do you really think I dare not make a move?"

As he spoke, Dialect moved his right hand slightly, and several fluctuations flashed instantly, and then he heard a few screams, and in front of the two distracted Daxiu, several broken arms flew up suddenly, shooting out several blood arrows, and then When it fell to the ground, Cang Xuefeng Danqing didn't even have time to stop it, and dialect cut off the arms of several people in front of him with a wave of his hand.

"Master save me."

"Princess help."

Dialect, who has never shown any killing intent, made many people unable to suppress their fear. When dialect was used as a magic weapon, everyone was terrified, but in fact they were terrified. Some flesh and blood injuries, no matter whether it is because of face or luck, everyone has not shown any intention of begging for mercy, but at this moment they can no longer bear it.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, a broken arm is not fatal. Even if the broken arm on the ground is completely destroyed, it can be regenerated with some effort, but it will waste some essence and blood, but the current situation is clearly not a broken arm. Dialect is just a small test now, this time it is a broken arm, the next time it may be a severed head, if it is really severed, there is no chance to recover the body except for the Nascent Soul to escape.

"Little thief, dare." Seeing Fang Yan cut off the arms of several people, half of them were his favorite disciples, Feng Danqing immediately opened his eyes angrily, and shouted at Fang Yan. A cold voice came from dialect.

"Could it be that the two seniors just don't care about the lives of their subordinates?" Fang Yan spoke in a deep voice, but the chill in it was not concealed.

Before Feng Danqing could make a sound, Taoist Cangxue on the side said: "Fellow Taoist, calm down, if you have anything to discuss, it's up to you to do this." After finishing speaking, he gave Feng Danqing a cold look, Rang Feng Danqing's expression froze, and he stopped the exercises, not daring to continue to activate the magic weapon.

It is difficult enough for a distracted cultivator to speak like this, but Cang Xue had to do so. Not only was the sect power behind the dialect terrifying, but the strength of the dialect itself had proved that he really had the ability to compete with the distracted cultivator. Feng Danqing didn't know what to think about the cost of the confrontation, but Cang Xue put the dialect on an equal footing to negotiate, and secondly, there were dozens of hostages in the hands of the dialect.

The most important thing is that the dialect just said a word, which is almost heartbreaking. A city of monks like Cangyun City is different from a sect. The care of the distracted monks, but the distracted monks in charge of a city of monks are no more than the scattered monks, and they also need the Nascent Soul monks to enrich their strength.

Even if he doesn't need to do anything, the distracted monk who is the city lord still needs a Nascent Soul monk to handle all kinds of affairs. If he really wants to bear the reputation of being inconsiderate of his subordinates, the entire city lord's mansion will be blown up in a few days. Although the distracted monks don't have to worry about not having Nascent Soul monks to take refuge in the future, it will not be a good thing after all, and I am afraid it will attract some opponents of the same level who covet the city of monks.

What makes Cang Xue more afraid is the identity of the dialect. The Tianxing Sect is not something anyone can offend. It would be easier to talk about it if it is captured directly. At worst, it will be released in a few days, and the Tianxing Sect will be distracted. Cultivators, they can also prevaricate by misunderstanding and compensate some spiritual objects at most. If what Feng Danqing said is true, it is worth paying half of the City Lord's Mansion.

It's just that no one expected the dialect to be so powerful, but it was so godlike. The fact that the two distracted monks didn't stop it just now is a clear proof. Compared with the strength, what shocked Cang Xue was the opponent's ruthlessness, but Because Feng Danqing cut off the arms of several people with a single word, Cang Xue believed that as long as he didn't agree with the other party, the young man with a calm face and a cold face would definitely cut off them again without hesitation.

"Tell me your conditions." Cang Xue thought for a moment, then said in dialect.

(End of this chapter)