Vol 11 Chapter 1289: :This is good

Xuanhe smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "The old people forgive sins, and the younger generation is always careless."
Without waiting for Xuanhe to speak, Old Demon Yin suddenly said: "Will there be ghosts in the city?"
Hearing the word "Ghost Xiu", Fang Lang's Leng Gen stood up. The methods of this old Yin Devil were terrible. Thousands of miles away, he could still feel the ups and downs of ghosts in the air. Fortunately, the hunting wind uses the Land of Truth to enter and leave the inn, and the ghost's swing is limited to the inn, otherwise Yin and the old man can immediately discover the truth.
Profound Dao: "Really?" He hurriedly released his thoughts and explored the inn where the incident occurred, and as expected, he felt a slight fluctuation in the soul of the soul.
"Yes, a ghost killed our two disciples. When did there be ghosts in Tiannan Island? Are your monks incompetent?"
Fang Lang knew that Old Devil Yin could not trace the source of ghost fluctuations and began to anger people.
Xian He naturally can only say: "The younger generation is really incompetent."
Old Yin snorted again: "No matter who he is, I don't want to escape the palm of this chair." He disappeared in a moment of vanity.
Xuanxue couldn't help but wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. After returning to the teahouse, the monks on the street also breathed a sigh of relief. They were enveloped in the air by the false knowledge of the nine-layer metaphysics. The taste was terrible.
Fang Lang suddenly said, "Speaking of ghost repair, there is indeed a ghost in this city."
Xuanhe naturally understood who Fang Lang was talking about, and said: "Fortunately, the hunting wind has entered the ghost road, otherwise this time will not be able to get rid of this relationship. Old Yin Devil is also aware of this matter. Don't worry, Xiaodao. Old Yin Devil will never doubt hunting wind."
Fang Lang also wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "This is good."
At this time, the two men had walked out of the inn, and their bodies should have belonged to them.
When they saw Xuanhe standing in front of the window of the tea house, they also changed their haughty colors. They hurriedly watched the ceremony, then nodded, and the two hurried away.
Xuan and Fang Lang sat for a few hours, waiting for Huang Junxing and the three to make a list of goods, and then hand it to Fang Lang before leaving.
Fang Lang also left the crowd and returned to his small practice school. That night, based on the list submitted by the three of Huang Junxing, he would calculate the quantity and price of each person's needs, as well as the high-priced goods, and he would sell the property to this person. Fang Lang, who is not very good at this kind of paperwork, was busy for two hours before he settled down.
Of course, Huang Junxing needs more candy to strengthen his image as an agent. More importantly, Huang Junxing belongs to a clan that is not weak. In the future, he may use this good opportunity to take advantage of one or two opportunities.
After everything settled down, Fang Lang took out the flying shard that the hunting wind gave him. The materials used to fly to the temple are said to be rare crystals produced in the fairyland, not even in the pilgrimage kingdom. So even a fragment is a kind of wealth.
However, Fang Lang did not use this fragment to practice alchemy. The ascending temple was destroyed. It has always been a big heart in Fang Lang’s heart. Without this one flying to the temple, how would a monk fly to the vastness? Where is heaven?
The boundary between Hotan and the universe can be said to be unshakable. Even if the gods have reached the level of longevity, they are helpless. Fei Palace is the only way to connect the world and the Chaotian realm. This temple is destroyed, and the thoughts of world monks will not fly. ..
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