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Chapter 418: Fighting on

"One hundred and twenty thousand."

An understated voice sounded again.

Although Situ Rong'er's voice was calm, there was a hint of murderous intent in her eyes. She was staring at the Soul Summoning King.

The competition between the two has reached a fierce stage. It is no longer just a matter of bidding, but also involves the aspect of face.

The Soul Summoner King is dressed in black robes, with a silver-blue pattern of stars on the side of the hood on his head, which is very mysterious.

"City Lord Situ, it seems that you plan to stay with me until the end?"

"It's you who started the problem, it's none of my business."

The monks of their level who dare to come to the black market are not the kings and ancestors of their own territory. They have always been domineering. Just like the conflict between Lin Xin and the Flying Corpse King, there have been many conflicts here.

Conflicts of this magnitude also occur from time to time.

After all, after living for a long time and accumulating many trump cards, no one can be afraid of anyone. Even if the Yuanjing monks are crushed in front of them, they may not be able to completely kill them.

Similar to the large number of clones of the Flying Corpse King, Situ Ronger and the Soul Summoning King also have life-saving means.

The tit-for-tat confrontation between the two became increasingly obvious.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense.

clang!

Suddenly a crisp sound sounded from outside Hall No. 1.

The powerful men on the seats seemed not to have heard it. Most of them sat in their seats, looking at their noses, noses and hearts, indifferent.

Obviously they believe that the organizer's Jade Black Market can handle any emergencies.

Bai Zi, who was in front of Lin Xin, suddenly moved, and the aura in his body was about to explode.

Snap.

A hand pressed hard on her shoulder and pushed her back. She sat back on Lin Xin's lap.

"You!!?" Bai Zi turned around and glared at Lin Xin in anger. He flashed his right hand and pointed directly at Lin Xin's chest.

A little white light shone directly on the tip of her finger, as if there were faint green shadows of grass seedlings surrounding it. It touched Lin Xin's chest.

Like a stone sinking into the sea, there is no movement at all.

Bai Zi's face was stunned.

"You don't overestimate your capabilities." Lin Xin sat there without even bothering to look at her. A strong force penetrated his body, Bai Zi's face turned pale, and he vomited a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth. He immediately fell silent.

Lin Xin's gaze fell directly on the Flying Corpse King opposite.

At this time, the entire trading hall No. 1 suddenly shook, and there was actually a faint vibration coming from the outside world.

The man in silver robe snorted coldly.

"Everyone, please continue. There are some young people who want to disrupt the entire transaction process. I will come as soon as I can."

He slowly dispersed. Apparently he went to check the situation.

Not long after, there was a loud bang.

Soon the trading floor returned to calm again.

Bai Zi's face became anxious, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. Knowing that he had lost his best opportunity, a feeling of despair suddenly surged into his heart.

Even sitting on Lin Xin's lap, he no longer felt ashamed. He seemed to be stunned.

"Okay, continue."

The silver-robed man appeared again and said calmly.

Situ Ronger and the Soul Summoning King then continued to bid, but after the commotion just now, both of them relaxed their emotions and the atmosphere was no longer as intense as before.

Soon the two of them communicated privately. After a while, the Spirit Summoning King snorted coldly and stopped talking.

The middle-aged fourth-grade monk slave was also acquired by Situ Ronger in one fell swoop, even though the price was far higher than usual for similar products.

The trade fair also ended successfully here. Everything was uneventful.

Everyone stood up one after another, and slowly left the space under the guidance of the guidance instruments on their bodies.

Lin Xin also glanced at the others, but did not stand up and leave immediately.

If he doesn't leave, Bai Zi will naturally not leave. After all, it is a commodity gift given by the organizer to the guests. This is still the sphere of influence of the jade black market, so naturally it cannot be exposed at will.

Lin Xin ignored her. Instead, his eyes secretly fell on the Flying Corpse King, intentionally or unintentionally.

After seeing him get up and walk outside after packing up his things, he slowly got up and followed.

The moment he walked out of the darkness, the surrounding darkness suddenly dissipated, and the whole person appeared naturally in the suburbs outside the black market.

Surrounded by a beautiful scene of green mountains and clear water.

At the foot is a huge white altar-like stone disk.

All the monks who came out of the trading hall were standing on this disk, and some of them still had a faint black light under their feet, which was obviously just teleported from inside.

A big-bellied pig-headed man who is more than ten meters tall, covered in black hair, and carrying a thick black mace with great ferociousness. He is guarding the edge of the disc stone formation, showing respect to the people inside.

color.

"Welcome all distinguished guests to visit us next time." His voice was loud, and just by blowing out his breath, he dispersed stones, leaves, dust and other things around the formation.

"No wonder the ground beside it is so smooth and clean."

There were sounds of admiration from the crowd.

There were all top experts present, and suddenly such a funny voice appeared. Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the person who spoke.

The man was a middle-aged man with an unkempt beard, dressed in tattered linen clothes, and wearing only one black, smelly straw sandal. His hair was messy, and he was so honored that he could enter the trading floor to trade.

This surprised everyone present.

"How can this person enter the trading floor?" A woman next to Lin Xin said softly, with disdain in her eyes. "You impolite guy. Don't you know that whether your appearance is clean or not is a sign of respect for others' sight?"

"Hahaha. Let's go, let's go. I've seen it this time."

The man laughed, turned and left.

"Since the Demon God of Chuixiu has left, let's go too." On the other side, a man with a handsome face like a woman smiled and turned and left with a little guy.

"Huh?"

Lin Xin's eyes moved over and when they landed on the man, he suddenly let out a light sigh.

"Forget it, we'll deal with it later. Business is more important."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the Flying Corpse King.

The latter was also looking at him with murderous intent in his eyes.

Although at their level, everyone knows that it is impossible to kill the opponent easily, but unlike others, even if his strength is slightly different, he, the Flying Corpse King, has always been single and has never had any subordinates, relatives or disciples.

He is concerned about human beings and is feared by other powerful beings.

Being alone. Such an existence is always the most terrifying thing.

If you can't kill him, you can only wait for him to slowly take revenge on your family, descendants, bloodline, etc.

"Unfortunately, the most important thing now is to put away and keep the things obtained from the transaction. This guy can only teach him a lesson later."

The Flying Corpse King put away his thoughts, soared into the air, suspended in mid-air, and flew directly towards the distance without making any movement...

Lin Xin also jumped lightly. After he was in mid-air, he suddenly kicked his feet.

With a bang, the air beneath him split open with countless white cracks, and a large amount of strong air flow spurted out and spread in all directions.

With the roar, his entire body disappeared directly from the spot.

"Hey, there's a good show to watch."

Situ Ronger, Vulcan Boy and others also saw the movement here.

"How about we go together?" Situ Ronger suggested.

"I'm happy to accompany you." The Vulcan Boy is also a master who is afraid of chaos in the world. In addition, he has an agreement with Lin Xin and needs Lin Xin to help him refine the Fire Scythe Pill, so naturally he doesn't want any accidents to happen to him.

After the two of them finished speaking, they also jumped into the air and chased in the direction where the Flying Corpse King and Lin Xin disappeared.

Faintly, a few more shadows suddenly caught up with them in the air and disappeared as well.

The other monks dispersed quietly. Some hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not choose to follow.

Many people know City Lord Situ and the Fire God Boy. Such a big battle is of interest to such big figures. Although they are curious, more rationality tells them that a conflict of this level can easily wipe out monks below the fourth grade if they are not careful.

Falling. Even watching the battle may be life-threatening.

So more people still choose to leave.

After a while, most of the people on the stone formation disappeared. The huge pig-headed man next to him hesitated for a moment, then pinched the jade pendant hanging around his neck to inform the people above what happened here.

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Over a beautiful and quiet valley.

The Flying Corpse King was flying rapidly and just passed the gray-white stone wall on one side of the valley.

A stone suddenly shot out from a distance and landed hard on the stone wall less than ten meters in front of him.

Boom!!!

The stone wall exploded with a bang, and the stone, which was more than ten meters wide, was directly smashed and fell down.

Stone chips and moss were stirred up by the explosion and mixed with dust, almost covering all the sight around him.

"who!?"

The Flying Corpse King suddenly stopped and looked back.

A black figure was standing in the void behind him at some point. A pair of blood-red eyes stared at him faintly.

"Hand over the Silkworm Moon Sword." Lin Xin looked at him calmly, as if looking at an ordinary monk passing by, with a vague condescension.

"Is it you?" A smile suddenly appeared on the cold face of the Flying Corpse King. "I didn't go looking for you. You should be grateful that God blessed you with a small life. I didn't expect you to have the courage to catch up?"

"Hand over the demon sword and cut off your arm. I may consider letting you go." Lin Xin said calmly, too lazy to talk nonsense with him, but what he said made everyone who came behind him feel trembling.

This is the rhythm of a deadly feud.

The Flying Corpse King was stunned for a moment, then his expression became interesting.

He looked at Fan Linxin carefully, his eyes becoming more and more dangerous.

"It seems that I, the Flying Corpse King, have not taken action in the world of cultivation for a long time, and even a random little guy dares to bark in front of me."

He laughed ferociously, turned over and flew towards Lin Xin.

While he was still in the air, one of his hands turned into a black python, and the other hand turned into a huge red scorpion tail. The huge demonic energy on his body spread in all directions like a hurricane.

As a top master of Dao Dao, who was invited into Hall No. 1 by the Jade Black Market, the Flying Corpse King can be regarded as one of the top existences under Yuan Jing hidden in the entire Zhongfu.

It would have been fine if it was Brother Yuanjing, but the person who spoke arrogantly in front of him was actually an unknown pawn who appeared out of nowhere.

"I wish Kuang Ming Gong! Raging Waves!"

The giant python transformed from his arm suddenly lit up its eyes, the snake's eyes turned white, and suddenly opened its mouth towards Lin Xin from a distance.

boom!!

A large stream of dirty water, like a mixture of messy filth, turned into a water column and swept towards Lin Xin. (To be continued.)


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