Dragon Vein Martial God

Every plant, one tree, one flower and one stone, from the eyes of Jiang Ting and mortals, all seem to be included in the category of living beings... In this way, it is not a big deal for plants to become monsters.

Of course, no matter what animals, plants, or whatever, before there is no wisdom, it can only be regarded as a life, not a living being... With wisdom, it is worthy of the spiritual character in the living being.

However, Jiang Ting's vision is different from that of ordinary people. Naturally, he will not talk about it. Many thoughts just flashed away in his heart.

the other side.

Hearing Jiang Ting's praise, Mao Ning shook his head humbly: "Brother Jiang, you are too famous. Although this wine is rare, it is worth tens of thousands of spirit stones. Yin wine, how come it is hard to be a Taoist friend?"

"In this world, there are many places where manpower is not enough, and there are many things that are not available, but want."

At the end of the words, Jiang Ting seemed to have something to say: "It doesn't matter whether the grass spirit yin wine or other things, if Jiang Mou wants to, because of a little appetite, he will search for it... Possibly committing suicide."

"Brother Jiang, what you said is too serious... Come on, have a drink." After speaking, Mao Ning hooked his finger.

The wine jar floated to the top of the table without any wind, and then the stopper of the wine jar was also opened, pouring wine into the wine bowl Mao Ning had just taken out... With the wine jar, it had a somewhat good flavor.

After pouring the wine.

"Please, I'll drink it first as a respect." Mao Ning took the lead and drank it.

Then he said jokingly: "If you and I are not drunk or not, then don't use mana to drive out the power of alcohol. Otherwise, what does Brother Jiang think?"

"It's extremely." Jiang Ting didn't say anything, picked up the wine bowl, and drank it.

Then I saved it again: "As expected of the well-known Cao Lingyin wine, this bowl of wine, even with Jiang's cultivation, can still feel a little cold... If you drink another bowl, you won't be able to. Using mana to drive away drunkenness, even people like you and me, I am afraid it is difficult to suppress drunkenness."

Mao Ning nodded with a smile: "Life is all about being happy. Everyone says that when you get drunk, you can solve a thousand sorrows. Even if you don't worry, you will rise when you are drunk..."

Just as Jiang Ting was about to answer, he suddenly shook his head: "What's the matter...what, dizzy..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Ting tilted his head and lay on the table.

When Mao Ning saw this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "The strength is indeed not low, but unfortunately this is a little bit..."

Between words, he looked around... No one!

"Exactly, you have met the people from Juquemen before. If you died, who would know that you were killed by me? Rules... Hehe, no one knows about this, and who knows that I violated the so-called six rules." murmured With a sound, Mao Ning's eyes flashed coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out two daggers.

One was chopped toward Jiang Ting's head, and the other was stabbed toward the heart.

Although it is only a short dagger, it reveals the domineering state of the sword, and the lightness of the sword changes.

And the distance between the two is too close... Drinking on a table, less than half a zhang away, at such a close distance, even if Jiang Ting regains consciousness at this moment, even if he is in the Infant Transformation Realm, I am afraid it will be difficult to avoid.

die?

When the dagger was about to approach, Mao Ning saw that Jiang Ting, who was lying on the table, suddenly opened his eyes, and a long sword appeared in his hand abruptly, and then swept away the two daggers.

"You're fine..." Before the exclamation fell, Mao Ning's heart suddenly froze.

His neck, temples, heart, dantian, and everywhere were aimed at the same long sword as Jiang Ting's.

The tip of the sword, just a millimeter away from his skin... Just a thought from Jiang Ting, he will die!

Even if it is to cast defensive spells, even defensive magic weapons are too late!

Their distance, too close, too close!

And because the distance is too close, if you run the mana, you can't hide it from the other party.

Jiang Ting got up slowly: "Jiang has already said that he will die if he pursues things that don't belong to him. Why don't you listen?"

Mao Ning stammered: "Tao...Brother Jiang, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings..."

Jiang Ting smiled and said, "Really? If the dagger just now is implemented, it should not be difficult to smash my skull and smash my body. Could it be that this is also a misunderstanding?"

When Mao Ning appeared, he knew that he had bad intentions.

If not, why should we hide and approach?

He originally thought that after the exposure, Mao Ning would act directly, but he didn't expect that, probably because he was concerned about his strength, Mao Ning did not act, but tried other means to plot against him.

He also chose to see tricks and tricks.

It happened that he also drank a bowl of Cao Lingyin wine, although it did not benefit him in terms of cultivation, but in this world of Tianlan, Cao Lingyin wine tasted good.

It was also because Mao Ningshe was seduced by Cao Lingyin wine as a treasure, which was rare for him before.

Mao Ning, who was approached by the magic sword, stuttered more and more: "No... No, I just want to... I just want to see if you are... Are you really drunk..."

Secretly, countless regrets were born.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have followed. If he could do it all over again, he would definitely not be impulsive... Now, instead of getting the benefits, he was caught in a crisis of death.

However, time is no regret medicine.

Jiang Ting got up: "I thought you would leave some meaningful last words, but I didn't expect it to be just a bunch of nonsense."

Mao Ning subconsciously defended: "No, it's really a misunderstanding..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a coolness coming from his whole body, and then the endless darkness drowned his consciousness, and he didn't know anything about it.

he died.

In an instant, Jiang Ting's magic sword smashed the dantian purple house, shattered his internal organs, and shattered his head... Only the skeleton stained with sporadic flesh and blood fell to the ground.

Jiang Ting, as if nothing happened, picked up the wine jar and took a sip, grabbed Mao Ning's storage bag, and Hua Hong left.

Before Mao Ning didn't fight head-on, he tried to plot with conspiracy... Jiang Ting, why wasn't he thinking of plotting?

After all, with Mao Ning's cultivation level, it is not easy to win if you really fight. Even if you win, you may be injured, and you may not even be able to kill Mao Ning...

At close range, Mao Ning can start violently, and so can he.

This was the reason why he suddenly changed his attitude and believed Mao Ning very "naively", and took advantage of the situation to sit at a table and drink together.

How many creatures he has killed, a person who is not greedy enough, how can he fluctuate his mood? So, he left without caring.

Only the skeletons that have not yet landed seem to fall unwillingly.

………………

About seven days later.

Xuan Leizong.

After killing Mao Ning, Jiang Ting didn't encounter anyone who didn't know who was alive or dead on the follow-up journey.

More because he didn't hide his breath, he just arrived, as if he was noticed by Xuan Leizong.