Chapter 43: Soul Refining Tripod

It was just dawn, Hongqiao Airport!
The huge fuselage slowly approached the airport runway, as if the eagle spread its wings, gliding towards its prey.
的 Shen Meng, wearing a casual suit, walked to the bright tiles in the waiting hall, and Italian handmade leather shoes and tiles hit a crisp sound.
He is the third son of the Shen family of the blood family. He has a unique temperament, which is the nobleness and pride infiltrated by the century-old family.
Shen Shenmeng was followed by an old man with gray hair. There was a vertical knife mark in the left eye, and the eyeball in the middle of the knife mark was gray and white. Over half a year next year, he is physically fit like a cow, wearing loose retro practice clothes and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet.
"There are still many people in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, so there are many people and many resources, so you ca n’t use them inexhaustibly." Shen Meng looked at the waiting hall where people were coming and going, took out a wallet from her arms, and said with emotion: "Space Weapons, alas, Baoze ’s standard equipment is convenient, but unfortunately, the core technology is tightly controlled, and our families will not be able to see it anymore. "
He said, he took out a small bronze slap with a large slap from the wallet and breathed a sigh of relief. A plume of green smoke emerged from the tripod, and Nana floated towards the waiting hall.
At the Simbak sales office, a young mother and her young son were sitting at a round table eating dessert. In front of her was a cup of coffee and in front of the child was a chocolate cake.
When Shen Meng and the elderly passed by, the young mother gave the young man a glamorous look. And the boy who had eaten the cake suddenly shivered, raised his head, and faced bitterly: "Mom, I'm so cold."
The young mother looked at her son and was suddenly surprised. In the hot summer, the child turned white with a frozen face, his teeth creaked and trembled, and his arms were cold and cold.
的 The air-conditioning in the terminal hall cannot make people freeze like this.
Xun Shenmeng held bronze Xiaoding in one hand and a hand-held phone in one hand. He looked at it for a moment and sneered: "Heir to the Li family, he is a real gun."
On the phone screen is Li Xianyu's personal information, which is very detailed, including his current address.
"Uncle Yuan, do you say that the woman of the Li family has a war spirit, do you really know the location of the Pantheon?" Shen Meng turned off her phone and frowned: "Da Lao Yuan came to the Shanghai stock market, but don't take a bamboo basket to fetch water It's empty. "
The one-eyed old man squinted. "If anyone in the world really knows where the Pantheon is, it is her, and it is because of her presence that Li Wuxiang has the courage to swallow the baby. Only one thing in the world, one woman The spirit of war is not invincible. Today's Buddha head can fight her. "
"What about that respect?" Shen Meng raised an eyebrow.
"The Dao Zun is still a little bit under fire. Eighty years ago, the Daodao disaster caused the world to be the first. Daomen was the first to be destroyed. In the past, the ten Daomen in Daomen were all damaged in the hands of the Daodao, and their vitality has not been fully recovered."
"Even more than 80 years ago, the Taoist Buddha Association suffered heavy losses. Twenty years ago, Li Wuxiang's incident, and it was his turn to wither away from the major families. Well, since the end of the Qing Dynasty, our blood community has always had troubles. Countless heroes died when their wings were not full, regrettable. On the other hand, Yangyi blood, since the modern times, there have been many talented people, and it ’s really bad that my grandfathers have changed ... My grandpa always felt that way. "Shen Shrugging his shoulders: "But I think that Jiangshan came out on behalf of talented people, each leading the way for hundreds of years. Like the swordsman of Baoze, how do you say he is better than the Buddha?"
The old man seriously thought about this for a long time: "A few years ago, this man was born suddenly. First, he pressured the geniuses of major families, disciples of the Taoist Buddha Association, and then challenged the older generation of experts. After all battles, no defeat. It's horrible. His last shot was still far away from Jidao, but it was a year ago, and now I am afraid that half of them have stepped into Jidao. The worst is also the same level as Daozun. "
"The ultimate master is very rare, don't bother, the women's war spirit was glorious in the past, but today is just a dragon on the shoal. It is not to be feared. But that ancient of God A-class killer, Uncle Yuan, can you cope?"
"Bao Ze's S-level masters are all extraordinary. Old is afraid to say that he has the certainty to win, but there is no problem with entanglement. Sanye, your goal this time is not the war spirit, but the Li family heir, as long as you catch him , The women's war spirit is naturally subject to us. But there is one thing that must be reminded that you are old and do not hurt the Li family.
Shen Meng pouted, and said disdainfully, "What's so great, ants-like figures rely on the ancestor's aura. This time the Pantheon was born, the women's war spirit itself is not guaranteed, let alone a little milk dog. Staring these years There is more to this kid than the Buddha agreement. "
The one-eyed old man stopped his pace, looked serious, and said gravely, "Sanye, you must promise me."
There was a irritability for a long time, "I know, you're upset."
He has been the center of the world since he was a child. His elders loved him, his elder brothers and sisters loved and cared for him, and there was a halo of Master Shen's three masters. Everywhere he went was the focus.
Natural dislike for Li Xianyu's focus type characters.
The two walked to the door of the terminal hall, stopped, Shen Meng turned to look at the hall, and his eyes could see things that ordinary people could not see. A resentment spirit that is only between real and imaginary, sucking the spirit of pedestrians in the waiting hall ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The waiter in front of the information desk is stuck with an eye socket deep and wretched. Spirit, that is the lingering devotion to women after death. He sucked the milk of the waiter while teasing his wife.
While the waitress feels cold, she will feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and her face is very poor, and it is almost difficult to work.
Another example is the pair of mothers and sons next to Starbucks. The young mother desperately rubbed her hands and sighed for her children, and while talking on the phone, she looked anxiously.
She can't see behind her son, a sloppy little ghost is sucking on the boy's energy.
Hundreds of ghosts walk around the waiting hall. They either follow behind the pedestrian, or lie on the shoulder of the pedestrian, sucking on human vitality like parasites absorb nutrients from the host.
"Sanye, it's okay. If you don't take it back, you will be noticed by the people of Baoze Group." One-eyed elderly said: "This kind of thing will be done less in the future."
"This fat and big leek is not cut or cut, but it is used for their vitality, and it does not harm human life. What can the Baoze Group do?" Shen Meng didn't care.
"After all, it's not our Shen family's place. The Baoze Group is okay, but I'm afraid of hitting a stubble." The one-eyed old man said.
Songhu City is not a small city. As a national financial center, its traffic is horrible. It is also at the airport, and you may encounter one or two ruthless people.
Manipulating the phantom to anger, both arrogant and offend people.
Shen Meng sighed: "I am a soul-drinker, I do n’t know when I can sacrifice to Dacheng. Every grade of this magical instrument is labor-intensive. By the way, I caught Li Xianyu, and the woman's war spirit is really Will you listen to us? "
The one-eyed old man nodded: "The only bloodline in the Li family that has survived, at least she has such a bloodline. She dares not.