Grasping Evil

Ning Fan and his entourage entered Tianyuan City. In the dark, there were countless grotesque eyes, sweeping back and forth over Ning Fan.

This makes Ning Fan feel helpless, because it is difficult for him to act in a low-key manner.

Nowadays, it is being watched by countless demon kings. Ning Fan needs to be careful and not exposed.

If you expose the identity of the Emperor of the Rain, there will be a lot of trouble.

It is a taboo thing for a king to sneak into other interfaces.

"Good husband, dear husband, don't be angry, it's me bad, it's troublesome for you. I promise, if that Heshi repairs you trouble, I will definitely help you to drive him away, okay?" The soft language meets, and the beast is dressed up.

"No need... You help me once, I still have to owe you a favor..." Ning Fan shook his head.

Money can owe, but the human condition can not be owed casually, especially the feelings of the little demon girl.

Painting feathers and other females of the White Feathers, at this moment, respectfully followed behind Ning Fan, one by one beautiful shock.

The words of He Shixiu were blocked by mana, and they did not hear it clearly.

However, the four broken and deliberately out of town and Ning Fan met, but the women were all stunned.

"The good face of the white wood ancestors, just arrived in Tianyuan City, will make four broken old people go out to the city to meet!"

"My white feather family has been down for a long time. The broken old monster is an unattainable existence for my family... It is really unbelievable that the white wood ancestors can get to know the level of the old monster. .."

"White wood ancestors are really an incredible person."

Just half a month ago, these white-feathered women were still afraid of Ning Fan’s reputation.

But at this moment, one woman has been admiring and admiring Ning Fan.

The woman of the Yaozu always admires the strong.

In the eyes of the women, Ning Fan, who can meet with the four broken people, is naturally a strong and hidden person.

"Draw a feather, I want to ask the ancestors now to repair what is the realm..." Painted feathers asked cautiously.

Although she is already convinced that Ning Fan is a refining monk, she still does not know what kind of realm is Ning Fan.

It is rumored that when Baimu's ancestor was expelled from the Baiyu, it was already a glimpse of the realm. For thousands of years, it may not be known that there will be growth.

"Question."

Ning Fan seems to answer casually, and with the help of Yi Xiangdan's potency, he deliberately released a hint of ignorance.

Under this momentum, the painting feathers and babies can't stop tremble, but the pretty face reveals the color of surprise.

Ning Fan’s cultivation was above her expectations.

But secretly pay attention to some of the old strangers of Ning Fan. However, many people have retired the thoughts of the investigation, and they disagreed, saying to themselves,

"This is just asking about the meditation, although it is not enough to be confusing with the four broken and strong."

Who can enter Tianyuan City, which one is not the old monster above the smelting.

This time, I came to participate in the dragon smashing conference. At least there are thousands. Even the broken old monsters have come to dozens of people.

The Emperor of the Demon World will also have several emperors watching the event.

In such a big scene, if Ning Fan only asks for vain, it is naturally not worthy of the attention of those who are highly educated.

Anyone who enters the Tianyuan mainland will be collected by the Yuandian demon and passed back to Tianyuan City.

Gradually. The person with the heart has obtained the information of Ning Fan from the Yuan Temple.

When I saw Ning Fan, I was born in Bai Yu, and I was less concerned about Ning Fan.

The white feathers are just the last demon, and they are not worth mentioning.

Ning Fan just asked the imaginary, and there is no huge background behind it. Most of the dragon festivals will not have any amazing results. It is not known whether they can get the number of participants.

There are still some old monsters who have heard of the notoriety of Baiyu white wood thousands of years ago.

"White feather white wood... he is white wood! That thief!"

There are several illusions in the city. His wife and daughter have been plagued by white wood. When I heard the name of Ning Fan, I naturally moved to Ning Fan.

Others, with white wood, are innocent and innocent, and I still want to make a relationship with Ning Fan, but I heard that Ning Fan is a white wood, and they have dispelled the heart.

No way, the white wood is notorious. Life is lascivious and shameless, even friends and wives are not let go... the usual means are ordinary, the strength is ordinary. Even some monks and monks are far away from the white wood.

Gradually. No one cares about Ning Fan any more. Even people who are not concerned are not arrogant or hostile.

Ning Fan did not know how much scorn and hostility that Baimu’s notoriety attracted him.

Even if he knew it, he didn't care.

He deliberately gave up the sigh of relief, just wanting to reduce the trouble, not wanting to be too eye-catching.

Within the Tianyuan City, there are countless palaces for the rest of the ruthless class.

Ning Fan holds a blue jade letter and finds a palace built by the demon river. With the order to stay directly, the white feather family and women are placed here.

Ning Fan was sitting alone in the room, looking out the window and holding a cup of freshly brewed Lingcha.

On the pale gold demon river, occasionally passed one or two paintings.

Among the paintings, there are many beautiful and beautiful children to repair, most of them are Rong Ling, Jin Dan Xiu, Kabuki.

This is the Ding Furnace female repair that Yuan Dian has prepared for the old geeks in the city. If any of the old geeks have taken a fancy to a certain woman, they can take it away and enjoy it.

Ning Fan brows slightly wrinkled, put down the spirit tea, put the sleeves on the window, no longer watching the women's songs and dances.

In the current realm of comprehension, the weak can't choose their own destiny, but the strong can control everything.

This kind of self-cultivation atmosphere, Ning Fan does not like, but can not change anything.

"If the husband looks at which woman, tell me, I will bring you back for the husband to enjoy." The little demon woman did not know when it appeared in the room of Ning Fan, smiling at Ning Fan.

"No need."

"Oh? As a chaotic ancient descendant, it is really rare to love a beautiful woman." The little demon woman sat next to Ning Fan and took Ning Fan's tea cup and took a sip.

On the edge of the cup, immediately leave a faint rouge seal.

Then he licked his tongue and laughed. "Hey, it's not a good tea...but this cup was drunk by the husband. I will drink it again, but it doesn't matter."

This female pose is a stunning, black jewel-like alum, like a mysterious void, which makes people unable to see her true thoughts.

"You are not resting in the room. But come to me, what is it?" Ning Fan does not believe that the little demon woman is coming to talk to him about love.

"I am here, I want to ask the husband, can you fly to the East?"

"You want to recruit me for the virtual court, give me a place to fly, and fly to the east?"

Ning Fan's eyes are slightly congested. This is the second soaring quota he has received.

Bei Xiaoman gave him one. Now, the little demon girl wants to give one.

If a monk breaks a fairy, he can fly up. If he rises by his own strength, he will naturally face many dangers.

Have a flying number. Even the gods of the gods can fly for four days without any loss.

However, if the number of soaring places is accepted, after the ascend, it is necessary to join the forces given the quota.

Therefore, whether or not to accept the quota requires careful consideration.

"If I recruit you for God's Court, are you going?"

"I will consider it, but I won't necessarily go."

"If I use the third condition to force you to go?" The little demon girl smiled.

"I will go." Ning Fan faint.

"Hey. Look at your unwillingness. I won't force you... With your cultivation, even if you break through the fairy and fly by yourself, it's very easy. You still owe me a third. Conditions, this condition, I will not use it casually. Keep it, maybe it will be useful in the future." The little demon woman smiled black and then said,

"The event of flying is over. Let's talk about fishing rods. There are still five days. In Tianyuan City, there will be a debbie, and five hundred dragon dragons will be decided. It is easy to get a place from your cultivation, but if If you want to catch a demon dragon, you first need a purple fishing rod... you can catch the fishing rod of Yinlong and Yanglong!"

The demon dragon with the yin beads is the yin dragon. The dragon that contains the Yangzhu is Yanglong.

To participate in the dragon-raising conference, you need to use the special magic trick of the Yuan Temple to catch the dragon soul.

The ordinary quality of the fishing rod magic weapon, Tianyuan City is sold everywhere.

But if you want to catch more than three products, the dragon soul. You need a special purple fishing rod to withstand the collision of the three dragon spirits.

Ning Fan came to Tianyuan City to come later, the purple fishing rod in the city has already been snapped up by countless old monsters.

If you want to buy a purple fishing rod, you can only order it temporarily.

The purple fishing rod is very expensive and needs to be mixed with a lot of rare spirits. It can be produced without any time and can be produced in three or five days.

It is not too late for Ning Fan to order a purple fishing rod at this moment.

"Fu Jun is going to the refining workshop in the city to order a purple fishing rod. Now there are not many old monsters in the city to order purple fishing rods, but the refining division is limited. If it is late, it will not be able to order purple products. Fishing rods, you can not catch yin and yang dragon beads."

"Why don't you say it early..."

Ning Fan shook his head helplessly, he entered the city all the way, the little demon woman did not mention the custom-made fishing rod, but it was only at this moment, it was absolutely intentional.

Ning Fanben is still taking a break after using the green gold and Xuan Huangjing to repair the golden sword. It seems that it is necessary to deal with the fishing rod first.

"In the jade slip, there are eleven refining workshops, all of which have the ability to refine the purple fishing rod. You can go and see. By the way, the purple fishing rod is expensive, and if you order it, the price is generally higher. If you don’t have enough money, you can borrow it from me. Hey, you and I are a husband and wife. If you open your mouth, I will lend it to you no matter how much money, but if that is the case, you will owe me a favor."

The little demon girl smiled and handed Ning Fan a jade.

Ning Fan Shen read the contents of the jade, and put the jade into the storage bag, a little headache, the temple, without much words, leaving the palace directly.

He will never borrow money from the little demon woman, and he will not be able to afford it.

As soon as he went out of the palace, Ning Fan restrained Shuguang from asking for a virtual level and flew to a refining workshop.

There are only eleven refining workshops that can make purple fishing rods.

Ning Fan has gone to ten refining workshops, but they all can't order purple fishing rods.

There are only six or seven refining masters in each refining workshop, which can refine the purple fishing rod. Ning Fan comes too late, and there are countless old monsters to order.

If Ning Fan wants to order a purple fishing rod before the dragon festival, it is a dream.

"Is it late?... Then go to the last one to see it. If you can't order a purple fishing rod... you can grab one, and it's hard."

Ning Fan’s idea, a flash of light, flew toward the eleventh refining workshop.

This last refining workshop, called 'Shang Jiu Ge', is one of the three largest refining workshops in Tianyuan City.

The plaque of the refining workshop is written in gold lacquer and the words are scribbled. It seems that there are a few points of meaning that are in the middle of the word.

In addition to the Shangjiu Pavilion, a large group of monks are standing outside at the moment, most of them are Yuan Ying and Hua Shen.

Seeing that Ning Fan’s light has fallen, all the monks have changed their minds. Occasionally, some people complained in a low voice. “Hey, come a predecessor of a custom-made purple fishing rod... this last fishing rod. I don’t know the master. No success."

"Hey, there is that person, even the master can not grab it... even this predecessor, may not be able to grab it..." Someone sighed.

The words of these people are naturally beyond the ears of Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's eyes flashed slightly, it seems that this is among the nine pavilions. It seems that there is still a quota for the last purple fishing rod.

There seem to be several old monsters in the Shangjiu Pavilion, vying for the last fishing rod...

Ning Fan has not yet entered the Jiu Ge, but has already felt the breath of the four or five refinings from the pavilion.

These low-level monks outside the door should be the disciples of the old geeks in the pavilion.

"It seems that it is necessary to fight for this fishing rod."

Ning Fan smiled and stepped into the upper nine cabinet.

There is no shattered atmosphere in the upper nine pavilions, that is to say. It’s just the refining of the monks who came to fight for the fishing rod.

If Wenwen argues, Ning Fan will bid for Xianyu, and it is not difficult to get this fishing rod.

Today, he has nearly three trillion celestial jade, some of which are obtained from the vine hall, and some are obtained by the murderers of the three kingdoms, the rain emperor and others.

He does not think that a few refining monks in the district will be more than his immortal jade.

If you fight, Ning Fan is already a realm, and it is even more impossible to lose to a few monks.

Ning Fan entered the Jiuge Pavilion. Immediately, an old man walked out with a smile and gave a fist to Ning Fan.

The old man asked the vain to be the master of the Shangjiu Pavilion.

Ning Fan deliberately uttered a false atmosphere, naturally but his perception.

"The old man is the owner of the Jiuge Pavilion, Ajiu. I don't know how the Taoist friend called it. Today, I entered the Jiu Ge, but I ordered the purple fishing rod?"

"In the next white wood. This is indeed for the purple fishing rod." Ning Fan hold a fist to return to the ceremony, the face of the ancient classics without waves, a slight glimpse of the heart.

The master of the Jiu Ge Pavilion is also a questionable monk, even called A Jiu. A nine name. It is like a servant.

When I heard that Ning Fan came for the fishing rod, the head of the Jiu Ge Pavilion smiled deeper and sighed. "Since the Taoist friends are also coming for the purple fishing rod, they will enter the hall with the old man. It is not the opposite, the hall." Within, there are four people who share the same vision, and they have the same purpose as the Taoist friends. They all come for the fishing rod. Among them, one person is asked to emptiness, two people are rushed to the virtual, and one is the one who belongs to the Yuan...

"Is it."

Ning Fan responded with a sigh of relief and followed the Shangjiu main step into the hall. His expression was light and there was no fluctuation.

If it is to compete with the four broken old monsters, Ning Fan will still have to work hard.

If it is only to compete with a few refining monks, it is no difficulty.

The head of the Jiu Ge Pavilion secretly glimpsed. He deliberately revealed the four old geeks competing for fishing rods to Ning Fan to know that he wanted Ning Fan to retreat.

The four dignitaries who competed for the fishing rods, three of them were higher than Ning Fan.

In the view of the Shangjiu owner, if Ningfan knows that there will be Yuanyuan Taixu involved in the fight for fishing rods, even if it will not be scared off on the spot, it will certainly change slightly.

After all, Ning Fan is only asking the monk, and he can't afford to go back to the Yuan. In general, he is afraid to rob the old man.

What makes the Shangjiu Lord different is the attitude of Ning Fan.

As if for him, returning to the Yuan is too much.

"If this child does not have enough background and is not afraid of returning to the Yuan, it will be the deepest heart, and the mood will not be colored."

"It’s just that the old man doesn’t think that this son can compete for this loyalty to the Yuan. After all, this is a singularity, and it has a big background."

The ninth cabinet owner sighed slightly.

This is a vain, but the strongest of the top ten demon kings of this generation - the emperor's disciple.

If the background, what background can rival the background of the demon.

Ning Fan does not know what the old man thinks.

He turned left and right with the old man and went to the main hall.

Not yet stepping into the main hall, a cold young voice suddenly came out of the temple, forming a wave of turbulent waves, containing infinite warfare, Chao Ningfan and Shang Jiu Ge main attack.

"Oh? Another friend who came to fight for this purple fishing rod."

Among the compelling pressures, the war is like the sky, and it also contains the momentum of returning to the Yuan class, which seems to crush anyone's war.

The main body of the Shangjiu Court changed, and under the pressure of the rush, he hurried back a few steps, his face was already red, and the atmosphere was chaotic.

Ning Fan glanced at him, as if he could see this invisible pressure storm, hiding a giant claw of war.

The giant claws can crush anyone’s ambitions and make people retreat without fighting.

It's a kind of mysterious power... but it's just that.

Ning Fan’s pace is still moving forward and seems to have not been affected by this pressure.

When the invisible claws of war were caught on his chest, Ning Fan’s eyes suddenly slammed and raised his hand.

For a moment, the claws of war were broken, and in the hall, a young man’s snoring sounded immediately.

The head of the Shangjiu Pavilion was so shocked that he could not imagine that the Ningfan District’s ‘quietness’ was repaired, and it could block the mystery of the Emperor’s disciples.

Ning Fan did not say much, and stepped into the hall.

At the moment, there are four monks who are sitting in the hall.

A purple-robed old man who asked for a vain, a middle-aged man who rushed to the virtual realm, a sinister woman, and a young robes who belonged to Yuanyuan.

The young man turned red at this moment, and his eyes gloomy on his chest, seeing Ning Fan enter the temple, and immediately cold and cold,

"I can't think of your district to ask for vain, but I can break my mind and power. Hey! You are also fighting for fishing!"