Making Great Fortune Overnight

Jianwu is more wine to stand up, repeatedly to Qin Lang to make amends. Smile more a pair of beautiful eyes, tightly looking at Qin Lang, colorful ripple, just like looking at an idol.

As for Jinbo, who cares about him? In front of an immortal master of shangzong, it is really like a mole ant, which is not worth mentioning.

Soon, Qin Lang lived in the sword manor.

Jian Wu's ugly face burst in:

"Qin Xianshi, the immortals of the ancient tomb sect are coming."

The ancient tomb sect is the co owner of 17 cities with a radius of 500 Li, and has jurisdiction over more than one million people. In Shenxu world, although it is not well-known, it is better than the Sanxian sect, but it is the immortal sect after all. Every disciple who goes down to the common world is a city Lord, and we should cherish it.

Three immortals of the ancient tomb sect came by crane.

The three people sat on the flying crane and drove to the main house of the city. Many people from the sword manor had already rushed out to see them.

"Let the sword come out, and the warlock who pretends to be shangzong."

The first one cheered.

He was forty or fifty years old. He wore a black Taoist robe with white crane pattern on it, which was the symbol of the ancient tomb sect. His breath is ethereal, and his eyes are shining. He is a master in the period of enlightenment. He is a master of martial arts on earth.

"The Lord is coming."

An old housekeeper was about to explain.

Jianwu came in a hurry and said with a smile on his face: "why didn't the three fairies come here? Don't tell the villains to prepare. It was handed in just a few days ago. Do you want to accept it again

"Jianwu, you don't have to talk about it. The commander under your seat reports that there is a liar who pretends to be the master of the immortal sect in your house. Will you hand him in soon? "

The younger one of the three said.

At this time, Jianwu noticed that Jinbo was also on the flying crane, but he was hiding in the back. Suddenly, his face was cold and said, "Jinbo, what do you mean?"

"I just don't want the city Lord to be hoodwinked by adulterers again."

Jinbo gnaws his teeth.

"You

The sword was very angry and was about to open his mouth. Next to me came a cold voice:

"are you talking about me? It seems that the lesson of last time is a little light. "

People turn to look, see Qin Lang in the company of smile, walk slowly. After a few days of cleaning up and changing into shenxujie's clothes, Qin Lang was suddenly transformed into a handsome young master, dressed in blue. His long black hair was tied up with gold rings and spread behind him. His appearance was beautiful, just like a childe in a turbid world.

"You, pretending to be a disciple of shangzong?"

At the same time, the three members of the ancient tomb sect were stunned, and then suddenly their eyes turned sarcastic.

Qin Lang's breath converges and condenses. In the eyes of the outsider, he is just an ordinary mortal. He has practiced some basic fists at most. He is not like a dignified immortal master who is in charge of magic arts.

"It's nice, but it's a pity that embroidered pillows are just ordinary people."

Another man shook his head.

"Pretending to be the immortal master of shangzong and deceiving the city Lord, he should be beheaded according to the law." The younger man just now hummed coldly.

"Come here, kneel down and die!" The head of the line has been hammered.

Three fairies, speak at the same time.

All of a sudden, the whole city Lord's house was quiet.

Many people of the sword village dare not make one. The ancient tomb sect has dominated the Huyan mountains for more than 400 years. Jianzhuang has lived under the ancient tomb sect for decades. How dare you have any idea of resistance? It is true that a word can determine the life and death of a person. If you say you live, if you die, you will die!

Jinbo looks at Qin Lang, with revenge in his eyes.

"The immortal Rongchen, the ancestor of Qin Dynasty, does have magic power and magic power in his body, or is not shangzong, but there must be a source of inheritance..." Jianwu also wants to explain that young people on the left side wave their hands directly, and an invisible force is booming:

"we are determined, how can you speak?"

Bang!

Although Jian Wu is a master with great internal strength, there is no room to fight back in front of a monk of tongxuan period and a master of martial arts. He directly ejected blood from a mouthful of swordsman's clap, flew five or six meters in the air, and fell on the ground, his face was pale.

"Lord of the city!"

"Brother!"

The people in the sword manor screamed in surprise.

Xiaoxiao was a teardrop as big as a bean. She ran over to hold up Jianwu. Her face was full of anger and sadness: "my brother just said a word, so you put down your hands. Ancient tomb sect is so rude?"

"Good? Does the ancient tomb sect think that there is no one in our sword manor? "

Some young people in the sword manor directly put their swords on their swords and glared at them.

"Wantonly, if you dare to speak again, you will be slaughtered directly, and another person will be the master of the sword manor." First year old person light way.

All of them felt cold.

Several old men of Jianzhuang's soul are clear. They look at Jinbo with a smile, and their hearts are awe inspiring. This is clearly because the ancient tomb party is dissatisfied with sword and martial arts. They want to take the opportunity to change to an obedient City Lord.

As for Qin Lang, it's just a matter of fact. With or without him, people from the ancient tomb sect will come to visit."Well, I told the city Lord earlier that we should pay more respect to the fairies who come to collect and worship, and give more money, food and spiritual stones. He is just and upright, and he thinks he can do things according to the rules. If he doesn't, he will get revenge. "

An old man sighed in his heart.

Looking at the three immortals of the ancient tomb sect who are high above and overlooking the people, and many people in the sword village who dare not dare to be angry and have to bow their heads and go back, as well as Jinbo, who is elated. Smile a heart as if falling to the bottom.

Only then did she know that her elder brother, the city Lord, seemed dignified. In the eyes of these disciples, he was like a pig or a dog, and could be slaughtered at will.

"What to do? Who can save my brother? "

Smiling eyes full of despair, a pair of beautiful eyes, can not help sweeping in Qin Lang, just like looking at the last straw.

Qin Lang's face was calm, and he stepped out slowly.

Even if he didn't ask him to smile, just for the reception of these days, and the three ancient tomb sect's words were not bad, Qin Lang would do it.

"It seems that I have been hurt these days, and my heart has softened, making these people think that they can be bullied. It's time to kill a few chickens. It's time to kill a few chickens. "

Xuan back hand, step by step, eyes cold.

"Why, pray for mercy now? It's late! If you kneel down and knock nine heads to the fairies, the three fairies may show mercy and spare you a little life. "

Jinbo sneered.

"What I'm thinking is, who gave you the courage to live like this?"

Qin Lang sighed softly.

He reached out his white palm and held it slightly. A force of attraction emerged from nowhere, and he drew Jinbo from the white crane, grabbed it in his hand, and then vomited in Jinbo's startled eyes.

"Bang!"

This Guard commander of sword manor, a great master of half step transformation, was directly turned into blood mist by Qin lang. without even saying a word, his spirits were all destroyed.

"Hiss!"

There was silence.

Even the three members of the ancient tomb sect all looked grave and looked at Qin Lang in disbelief.

We all know the strength of Jinbo. It is the strongest of the three of them. It takes at least two or three moves to kill Kimbo. When Qin Lang inhales and shakes, he explodes Jinbo into a blood mist, which is easier than killing chickens, as if crushing ants. This ability is really frightening.

"It's too much for you. Anyway, Jinbo is a member of the ancient tomb sect."

The first old man frowned slightly.

When Qin Lang's strength was seen, they immediately changed their words and praised them as friends. But Qin Lang didn't care about them. He turned his back and looked up at the sky. He didn't look at the three people:

"kneel down, kowtow to the villa master and apologize. I'll spare you for not dying!"

"Bold!"

Young Taoist, directly denounced.