Chapter 108: Take out Yunjin

"And I!"
Old Qian stepped forward with a smile on his face.
A smile crossed Cummings' face.
Old Qian has done a lot for him, and he can do something for him today. He is really happy.
Old Qian, the treacherous and cold-hearted person he met during the fight, is actually one of the few friends of Cummings in the world.
In any case, this treacherous and cruel man extended a helping hand to Cummings several times when he was most embarrassed and most dangerous.
If there is no such thing as old money, even if there is the current opportunity, it will not be available.
Long ago died in the melee in front of the fruit trees in Gangyang.
Only this guy yelled "It's not worth it!"
Hey, Banmins looks away now. In essence, he and Daisy have made the same choice.
Like a person drinking water, know how warm it is.
"Shock you luck."
The pale-faced male town grinned at the old Qian, and stretched his hand to the old Qian's chest. Several waves like waves swayed on the old Qian's chest, but the town's hand still stretched in.
Although the big rice-grained Yunjinshi had already taken out the two beating ghost fires in the eyes of the town, it obviously beating twice.
Obviously, he was shocked by the strength of the old Qian's body.
"Is this guy really in the same group as you?"
The town asked Lu Jie and Hanmo.
Lu Jie and Khan Mo also nodded thoughtfully.
The old Qian's gray and golden light was released, and he actually wounded the fifth-level cloud catching Haizuo. Even if the world turned around, it didn't shock them more than this incident.
"Interesting. The guys in Izumo Town should have a headache this time.
Looking at the old money, the town gave a weird smirk.
Pale hand stretched out for a shot!
The corpse of Hezuo, who had been bent so badly, was immediately floating in front of Old Qian's eyes.
"You hurt him too, you should be eligible for a trophy."
Zhen's pale and slender hand hit Haizuo's Tianling Cap to beat him!
"Array!"
Haizuo's Tianling Cap was opened like a wine bottle cap.
The blue golden light, about the size of two fists, floated beside Old Qian.
"This is yours, I don't need it, I only want him."
The old money immediately took out a bottle and put the blue and golden light into the bottle.
This kind of bottle. It is the old money that is specially used to place substances such as souls, and a special soul spell is blessed on it.
With this blue-golden light, a mountain faintly resembles the shape of Jincai Mountain. This should be Haizuo's spiritual ocean, or, in other words, something similar to Laoqian's palace.
"Small town, you are so disgusting, refine those things every day."
Hear that the town needs Hezo's body.
The cat’s cute little nose is just wrinkled.
"Hey, pure hobby, pure hobby."
Zhen Gan laughed twice.
Old Qian hurriedly shouted: "Stone, Stone!"
The constraints on space have been lifted.
"brush!"
Stone appeared expectantly in front of the town.
"Lord of the town, I am the loyal brother of Boss Qian, don't you think?"
"Fortunately, but after you go back, don't say you met me."
The town did the same, and Stone's prohibition was also taken out.
However, the town seems to be scrupulous about Izumo Town.
Before leaving, the voice of the town rang in Old Qian's ears.
"If you want to make rapid progress in the Golden Net Lingyun Art, you have to get close to the underground in the center of Izumo Town. The closer you are to the Fengzhen ground level in Ranyun Town, the faster you can refine your body!"
Old Qian was taken aback, and the group of people walked into the thick clouds.
Old Qian and Stone, the old wizard of the elves watched the group disappear into the thick mist.
The three looked at each other as if they were in a dream!
It turned out to be this ending.
"What does Cummings have to do with you."
Old Qian couldn't help his flaming gossip heart anymore, and asked the old wizard wizard.
"My sister is his grandmother."
The old wizard elven smiled bitterly.
Don't wait for the old money to speak.
"In fact, the ending is pretty good. The Shrike family shouldn't have prayed for the grace to come.
He wants to pursue greater power and power, but he loses all of himself, this man
The old money immediately connected: "The contented person is always happy."
The old wizard nodded again and again: "That's right, that's the sentence. If a person has to be too incompatible with his strength, it will only bring about a huge disaster.
For example, I want to have the highest existence of the gallon plane, is this possible?
How many masters will come out of Guangming Mountain this time? "
"I really can't see that you are old, you are really full of the wisdom of life.
Are we going to collect fruit? .
Lao Qian also appreciates the old wizard of the elves, and helping his younger sister's grandson to such an extent can be regarded as his best benevolence.
Constant fruit tree, the idea of ​​a small town imposed by a pale-faced town is still quite environmentally friendly.
There are some of the green pacifism on the planet.
"Look at where it's easy to start, it's not easy to come here.
We'll just say that when we go back
Several people made up confessions as they walked.
In the depths of the mountains, Fan Xin'er dared to enter.
Several people circled along the outer edge of the mountain range and stole a few Gangyang fruits.
Then two other fruits were collected.
One of the fruits, the monster guarding them, didn't care.
Lao Qian took the opportunity to pull another fruit tree and stuffed it into his own palace.
Seeing that there was no more opportunity, the three of them flew back with satisfaction.
"What? All four cloud catchers are wiped out!
These four idiots have provoke some awesome guys!
Don't they know our agreement with those powerful beings? "
Kurt had not had time to be happy when he heard the news of Cummings' death.
He jumped in shock by the news that Hai Zuo and his party were completely destroyed.
Tao Chunqiang suppressed the extreme joy in his heart, and put on a face of pain: "Absolutely true. I saw that the old elf cried so hard to be human, and cursed that the person who arranged the task was not human.
As Old Qian judged, this elven old mage is an old world.
The acting skills are first-rate, and the indifferent expression on weekdays is also a kind of protective color called pretending.
When needed, play the image of a poor old man whose companions have been completely wiped out.
In order to complete the collection mission, one encounters an extremely powerful cloud beast. During the escape, he encounters four cloud catchers headed by Haizuo.
The mighty cloud beast turned to attack the four cloud catchers headed by Hai Zuo. Under the cover of the four cloud catchers Yi Bo Yuntian, a group of nine people, only three of them barely escaped.
The most reasonable plot of the story of this tragedy is that the powerful existence in the endless sea of ​​clouds will immediately try its best to kill the existence that threatens them or them.
That said, the higher the cultivation base, the more vulnerable it is to attack.
Because there is too much power to kill for food.
What they want to kill is all enemies close to their sphere of influence...especially enemies that pose a threat to them or them.
These nether cultivators entered Gangfeng Mountain and they were a group of small shrimps. Except for some low-level cloud beasts that hunted to fill their stomachs, other powerful existences did not have the time to care about their activities.
Just like an elephant, there is no spare time to care about what a group of ants are doing.
"I'll go and tell the second uncle, you go down first."
Kurt waved his hand in annoyance, another trouble!
After a few days, Old Qian discovered that the news that all four cloud catchers had died in battle had not caused any big waves in Izumo Town.
Presumably this is the credit of the eldest son Kurt.
If the four cloud arrests were for Kurt, the news of all their deaths spread, and the reputation of Lord Kurt and the great elder behind him would be bad.
After losing several powerful thugs, Kurt was out of the mood to care about the old money's actions.
After several days, the old Qian realized that the wind had indeed loosened, and only then secretly called the turtle to where he lived.
No soundproofing ban was put in place. In the feeling of high-level cloud catching, the soundproofing ban was not only useless, but it aroused suspicion.
Old Qian handed over a piece of paper that had been written on it, and it was written about the general situation of the collection activity.
Turtle took it, looked at it, his face became colorful!
Laoqian and Stone's imprisonment on clouded stones was lifted by the mysterious town during this gathering event!
This...this one this is really called the "weakness"!
The mouth shape of the turtle changed rapidly towards the old money, which means clearly one by one, are you crawling out of the pile of shit? Shit luck everywhere!
Then, the turtle quickly wrote a few words on the paper, asking if he could find Cummings again, and let him think of a way.
Old Qian shook his head, and a line appeared on the paper: Yun Shen didn't know where it was!
"call…"
The turtle exhaled a breath of disappointment.
"Unless I run into a super expert outside of Izumo Town~EbookFREE.me~ there may be some hope."
Old Qian wrote on the paper again.
"Even if I run into a master, what can I exchange with them?"
The turtle scribbled a line on the paper, showing a wry smile.
The old money is really helpless.
The turtle's hands shook, and the note instantly ignited a silver-gray flame, turning to ashes.
The soft-shelled turtle walked out thoughtfully, and it seemed that he was thinking about how to hook up with a master outside of Izumo Town.
Izumo Town, you gangsters, we have worked hard for you, and we have to restrict us with Yunjinshi prohibition.
You just wait for people's betrayal!
A smirk appeared at the corner of Old Qian's mouth.
Lao Qian sat on a simple stone bed, waiting for the night to come.
When the Internet entered the night, a few spiritual thoughts swept across the old Qian.
After stepping out of Yunzhen people's routine surveillance, seeing that there was no abnormality, the spiritual thoughts no longer swept.
A golden flower suddenly appeared on the top of Lao Qian's head. Among the golden flowers, a shadow of a golden fruit quickly jumped out and sat on the stone bed, exactly like Lao Qian.
But the old Qian's body fluttered down the stone bed, and his body began to tremble sharply.
As this tremor intensified, the body of the old money had become completely blurred, like a cloud of mist.
Slowly, the vague fog gradually sank toward the ground.
Although it was slow, it still sank inch by inch.