Zhuang Dong is a person who is extremely calm. He is different from Yin Zhiding. They belong to two different worlds. He just didn't expect An Zheng to be so calm. He was obviously here for revenge, but he could still sit here and drink with him, and asked him seriously how much he had charged.
He stood up and made a polite gesture of invitation.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "The way you and I make money are different, so I don't care about money."
An Zheng laughed: "What you mean is that although you are better than me, you just can't beat me. So in the future I can hunt you down for nothing, and then you spend money to buy your own life. In this way, I will Do you have a stable income?”
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It's a pity that I can't make money and take action."
Zhuang Dong also laughed: "I might as well tell you, it's thirty gold-grade spiritual stones, plus a set of peak-grade gold techniques, and a peak-grade golden magical weapon."
An Zheng rushed forward: "Don't buy it!"
An Zheng laughed: "What you mean is that although you are better than me, you just can't beat me. So in the future I can hunt you down for nothing, and then you spend money to buy your own life. In this way, I will Do you have a stable income?”
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
With a snap, Zhuang Dong grabbed Bingpo. Bing Po's sharp blade drew a string of sparks on his glove, but Zhuang Dong didn't change at all and still held it tightly. The huge gap in cultivation level made it impossible for An Zheng to take back the ice soul.
Zhuang Dong was shocked, and pieces of his broken robe flew up. He took a step forward: "You succeeded in forcing me to take action."
Zhuang Dong also laughed: "I might as well tell you, it's thirty gold-grade spiritual stones, plus a set of peak-grade gold techniques, and a peak-grade golden magical weapon."
With a flash of golden light, Zhuang Dong was unable to resist under the suppression of the Nine Nether Demonic Bell, and was directly dragged into the world of the Mountain and River Map Ruler. In the Mountain and River Map, An Zheng once killed a strong man from the Xiaoman Realm. The night owl who had done many evil things was killed by An Zheng in the mountain and river map.
An Zheng and Zhuang Dong stood face to face. Zhuang Dong asked An Zheng, "Do you think you can kill me?"
There is wind on the street, sweeping the ground and sending the sand far away.
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
An Zheng shook his head: "You are already a practitioner at this level, why are you still so naive?"
An Zheng asked: "Is there any problem?"
An Zheng sighed: "The price is low."
An Zheng jumped up fiercely and pressed his hands on the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. Thousands of lightning flashes on his two hands were injected into the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and then shot down from the Nine Nether Demon Bell like thousands of sharp arrows, all of which poured into Zhuang Dong's body. In an instant, Zhuang Dong's body was so electrified that it began to smoke.
Zhuang Dong smiled and said to An Zheng: "It seems that I wrongly blamed Hayahu and the others for raising the price a little too high. Although your strength and cultivation are more than the money they gave you, you are stupid. You actually think that With your current level of cultivation, you can kill me, so I have to lower the price for you. It's a pity, I killed them all, otherwise I can go back and talk to them, and I will do it if the price is lower. It’s very depressing... I have no money and no motivation to kill.”
There was a flash of light on the two black-gold gloves, and the two hands instantly transformed into palms dozens of meters in size, holding the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. The Nine Nether Demonic Bell was a purple-grade magic weapon. Under its weight, both of Zhuang Dong's arms were shaking violently.
Zhuang Dong: "At that time, I didn't know much about the market and I wasn't sensible. I wouldn't know how to do it now."
The corners of Zhuang Dong's mouth twitched and he said, "Yes... You can negotiate the price of everything. How much is my life worth? You decide the price."
When An Zheng and he came out of the inn, the sleepy waiter looked up and seemed a little impatient. After An Zheng and Zhuang Dong went out, he came over and sealed the door again, muttering: "I'm really sick, I won't sleep at night."
An Zheng stood up: "I'm fine, where are we going?"
An Zheng opened his hands, and the two incomplete mountains moved backward. Among the rubble, Zhuang Dong stood there with his hands turned into shields, but he was not killed.
An Zheng asked: "Is there any problem?"
Zhuang Dong's face was extremely expressionless. He never expected that An Zheng would have so many magical weapons in his hand.
He put his hands together again, and the two mountains collided again. Once, twice, three times, until the two mountains were completely destroyed.
When An Zheng was about to take action again, Zhuang Dong suddenly shouted: "I want to ask... how much can I spend to buy my own life?"
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
"That's it? Come again, come again, I can still do it."
Zhuang Dong pointed to the street outside: "As long as it's nearby, the waiter didn't offend me. He didn't give me any money or owe me any money, so don't hurt others."
An Zheng jumped up fiercely and pressed his hands on the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. Thousands of lightning flashes on his two hands were injected into the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and then shot down from the Nine Nether Demon Bell like thousands of sharp arrows, all of which poured into Zhuang Dong's body. In an instant, Zhuang Dong's body was so electrified that it began to smoke.
"If it weren't for those bells, what do you think you could do to me? This is the Mountain and River Map Ruler? If it weren't for those few bells, you wouldn't have the ability to bring me into the Mountain and River Map Ruler! If you have the ability, you can be one-on-one with me What kind of skill is it to rely on magical weapons?"
He stood up and made a polite gesture of invitation.
Zhuang Dong snorted: "This is really a good way to make money. If I start chasing you from today on, and give you a higher price every time, and every time you use money to buy your own life, my income will be very high." Stablize."
"That's it? Come again, come again, I can still do it."
An Zheng's movements reached the extreme, and he didn't pay attention to what Zhuang Dong said. In this short period of time, Bing Po stabbed at least one hundred and thirty times. The clothes on Zhuang Dong seemed to be able to neutralize the offensive caused by the power of cultivation, but they had no defense against direct attacks from magical weapons. So after An Zheng got close, every time he stabbed, Zhuang Dong would block it. An Zheng shot one hundred and thirty times, and he blocked one hundred and thirty times, but not even a second in total.
In an instant, eight holy fish scales appeared in front of An Zheng, followed by an explosion. A huge ball of fire pushed An Zheng backward and did not stop until he was a hundred meters away. After the fire disappeared, the priest's red robe that pretended to be able to withstand the attack of cultivation power was completely damaged. His face looked like black coal briquettes, and his hair flew back. And the dagger originally held in his hand disappeared, as if he had never obtained it.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "The way you and I make money are different, so I don't care about money."
An Zheng flew up in the air and put his hands together in mid-air.
The powerful man from the Xiaoman Realm gave a violent blow, which directly caused a corner of the mountain to collapse.
An Zheng walked out and turned back to ask curiously: "You love money so much, if someone offered you a high enough price, would you kill yourself?"
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
He stood up and made a polite gesture of invitation.
A strong man in the Xiaoman Realm, a strong man in the Prison of Desire Realm, moves at a speed that ordinary people can't see clearly.
Zhuang Dong's face was extremely expressionless. He never expected that An Zheng would have so many magical weapons in his hand.
"Wait a moment!"
The ground moved quickly like a conveyor belt, leading Zhuang Dong towards An Zheng at an extremely fast speed. Zhuang Dong punched out fiercely, but An Zheng in front of him disappeared, replaced by a mountain with no peak in sight. Boom! Zhuang Dong's furious punch hit the mountain, almost opening a cave directly in the mountain. The power of this punch was terrifying enough, and Nai Heshan didn't care.
Zhuang Dong waved towards An Zheng: "I want to see if you can force me to fight back."
An Zheng: "These gloves are really good!"
Zhuang Dong was stunned. He actually thought seriously for a while: "It seems impossible... It's not because no one will spend the money after I die, but because I don't know how much to price myself."
But here, An Zheng is God.
Zhuang Dong snorted: "This is really a good way to make money. If I start chasing you from today on, and give you a higher price every time, and every time you use money to buy your own life, my income will be very high." Stablize."
An Zheng said: "Let me give you a price."
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
An Zheng and Zhuang Dong stood face to face. Zhuang Dong asked An Zheng, "Do you think you can kill me?"
Zhuang Dong was stunned. He actually thought seriously for a while: "It seems impossible... It's not because no one will spend the money after I die, but because I don't know how much to price myself."
Then he saw An Zheng smile strangely: "Guess, have I ever killed anyone in Xiaoman Realm?"
An Zheng walked out and turned back to ask curiously: "You love money so much, if someone offered you a high enough price, would you kill yourself?"
Zhuang Dong is at the level of Xiaoman, and there is no longer any shackles on distance. He and An Zheng were hundreds of meters apart, but they were in front of An Zheng in a blink of an eye. The speed was staggering. His hand with black and gold gloves grabbed An Zheng's neck, and An Zheng barely had time to react.
Zhuang Dong's face was extremely expressionless. He never expected that An Zheng would have so many magical weapons in his hand.
Zhuang Dong asked as he walked: "How much?"
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
He took out the mountain and river ruler and inserted it into the Nine Nether Demon Bell.
Then he saw An Zheng smile strangely: "Guess, have I ever killed anyone in Xiaoman Realm?"
boom!
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It seems you don't plan to put up a price."
An Zheng flew up in the air and put his hands together in mid-air.
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It seems you don't plan to put up a price."
But no.
An Zheng: "A purple-grade artifact."
There was a flash of light on the two black-gold gloves, and the two hands instantly transformed into palms dozens of meters in size, holding the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. The Nine Nether Demonic Bell was a purple-grade magic weapon. Under its weight, both of Zhuang Dong's arms were shaking violently.
Zhuang Dong is a person who is extremely calm. He is different from Yin Zhiding. They belong to two different worlds. He just didn't expect An Zheng to be so calm. He was obviously here for revenge, but he could still sit here and drink with him, and asked him seriously how much he had charged.
An Zheng summoned Bing Po and pointed at Zhuang Dong: "Come on, I'm rushing back to the inn."
Zhuang shook his head: "Don't lie to me, am I so valuable?"
The two mountains sandwiched Zhuang Dong like sandwich cakes. The two mountain peaks were shattered into pieces as they collided, and large chunks of gravel rolled down from the top.
"That's it? Come again, come again, I can still do it."
Zhuang Dong smiled and said to An Zheng: "It seems that I wrongly blamed Hayahu and the others for raising the price a little too high. Although your strength and cultivation are more than the money they gave you, you are stupid. You actually think that With your current level of cultivation, you can kill me, so I have to lower the price for you. It's a pity, I killed them all, otherwise I can go back and talk to them, and I will do it if the price is lower. It’s very depressing... I have no money and no motivation to kill.”
But An Zheng has no intention of taking over... The world in Shanhe Map Ruler is controlled by An Zheng, and he lives here. An Zheng used the purple magic weapon Nine Nether Demon Bell to suppress Zhuang Dong Xiaoman's cultivation level, and then brought him into the world of Shanhe Tuchi. At this stage of the duel, the winner was actually decided. An Zheng only had five minutes, but five minutes was enough.
An Zheng shook his head: "You are already a practitioner at this level, why are you still so naive?"
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
Zhuang Dong asked as he walked: "How much?"
When An Zheng and he came out of the inn, the sleepy waiter looked up and seemed a little impatient. After An Zheng and Zhuang Dong went out, he came over and sealed the door again, muttering: "I'm really sick, I won't sleep at night."
Zhuang Dong's face was extremely expressionless. He never expected that An Zheng would have so many magical weapons in his hand.
An Zheng flew up in the air and put his hands together in mid-air.
With a flash of golden light, Zhuang Dong was unable to resist under the suppression of the Nine Nether Demonic Bell, and was directly dragged into the world of the Mountain and River Map Ruler. In the Mountain and River Map, An Zheng once killed a strong man from the Xiaoman Realm. The night owl who had done many evil things was killed by An Zheng in the mountain and river map.
boom!
But here, An Zheng is God.
There is wind on the street, sweeping the ground and sending the sand far away.
The ground moved quickly like a conveyor belt, leading Zhuang Dong towards An Zheng at an extremely fast speed. Zhuang Dong punched out fiercely, but An Zheng in front of him disappeared, replaced by a mountain with no peak in sight. Boom! Zhuang Dong's furious punch hit the mountain, almost opening a cave directly in the mountain. The power of this punch was terrifying enough, and Nai Heshan didn't care.
An Zheng's movements reached the extreme, and he didn't pay attention to what Zhuang Dong said. In this short period of time, Bing Po stabbed at least one hundred and thirty times. The clothes on Zhuang Dong seemed to be able to neutralize the offensive caused by the power of cultivation, but they had no defense against direct attacks from magical weapons. So after An Zheng got close, every time he stabbed, Zhuang Dong would block it. An Zheng shot one hundred and thirty times, and he blocked one hundred and thirty times, but not even a second in total.
He stood up and made a polite gesture of invitation.
Zhuang Dong snorted: "This is really a good way to make money. If I start chasing you from today on, and give you a higher price every time, and every time you use money to buy your own life, my income will be very high." Stablize."
Zhuang Dong: "At that time, I didn't know much about the market and I wasn't sensible. I wouldn't know how to do it now."
An Zheng and Zhuang Dong stood face to face. Zhuang Dong asked An Zheng, "Do you think you can kill me?"
With a sharp movement of his feet, the world in the mountain and river map began to move. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed towards the real side. He punched An Zheng, and a strong light flashed on his black and gold gloves. This was the most powerful blow from a cultivator in the Xiaoman Realm. There was absolutely no way An Zheng could catch it. Come down.
"Wait a moment!"
An Zheng asked: "Is there any problem?"
With a sharp movement of his feet, the world in the mountain and river map began to move. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed towards the real side. He punched An Zheng, and a strong light flashed on his black and gold gloves. This was the most powerful blow from a cultivator in the Xiaoman Realm. There was absolutely no way An Zheng could catch it. Come down.
Zhuang Dong roared at An Zheng.
An Zheng's ice soul swiped towards Zhuang Dong's neck. King Zhuang Dong took a step back to avoid it, and then actually reached out to grab the ice soul: "It's a good thing, it looks valuable."
An Zheng said: "Let me give you a price."
Zhuang Dong looked at the torn clothes on his body and his face was distorted: "You actually exploded a gold spirit stone. Do you know how much it is worth?"
An Zheng flew up in the air and put his hands together in mid-air.
An Zheng laughed: "You are really a person with a bottom line."
With a sharp movement of his feet, the world in the mountain and river map began to move. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed towards the real side. He punched An Zheng, and a strong light flashed on his black and gold gloves. This was the most powerful blow from a cultivator in the Xiaoman Realm. There was absolutely no way An Zheng could catch it. Come down.
Zhuang Dong said: "I think you can set your own price. If you are not my opponent and are about to be killed by me, if you give me money, I will not kill you."
The powerful man from the Xiaoman Realm gave a violent blow, which directly caused a corner of the mountain to collapse.
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
The corners of Zhuang Dong's mouth twitched and he said, "Yes... You can negotiate the price of everything. How much is my life worth? You decide the price."
Zhuang Dong: "At that time, I didn't know much about the market and I wasn't sensible. I wouldn't know how to do it now."
An Zheng and Zhuang Dong stood face to face. Zhuang Dong asked An Zheng, "Do you think you can kill me?"
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
An Zheng laughed: "You are really a person with a bottom line."
Zhuang Dong was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a flash of golden light on the dagger he had snatched.
"If you get weaker, come again."
When he stretched out his hand, An Zheng saw clearly that he was wearing a black and gold glove. I don’t know what kind of material these gloves are made of, but I grabbed the ice soul without any damage at all.
The explosion of gold spiritual stones.
An Zheng laughed: "You are really a person with a bottom line."
Zhuang Dong pointed to the street outside: "As long as it's nearby, the waiter didn't offend me. He didn't give me any money or owe me any money, so don't hurt others."
When An Zheng and he came out of the inn, the sleepy waiter looked up and seemed a little impatient. After An Zheng and Zhuang Dong went out, he came over and sealed the door again, muttering: "I'm really sick, I won't sleep at night."
Zhuang Dong snorted: "This is really a good way to make money. If I start chasing you from today on, and give you a higher price every time, and every time you use money to buy your own life, my income will be very high." Stablize."
But here, An Zheng is God.
Zhuang Dong pointed to the street outside: "As long as it's nearby, the waiter didn't offend me. He didn't give me any money or owe me any money, so don't hurt others."
An Zheng and Zhuang Dong stood face to face. Zhuang Dong asked An Zheng, "Do you think you can kill me?"
boom!
An Zheng asked: "Is there any problem?"
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
With a flash of golden light, Zhuang Dong was unable to resist under the suppression of the Nine Nether Demonic Bell, and was directly dragged into the world of the Mountain and River Map Ruler. In the Mountain and River Map, An Zheng once killed a strong man from the Xiaoman Realm. The night owl who had done many evil things was killed by An Zheng in the mountain and river map.
An Zheng: "You, Xiaoman, are better than me, but I don't rely on realm."
He took out the mountain and river ruler and inserted it into the Nine Nether Demon Bell.
But here, An Zheng is God.
The light on Zhuang Dong's gloves has gradually faded, and his face is as white as paper.
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It seems you don't plan to put up a price."
An Zheng laughed: "You are really a person with a bottom line."
Zhuang Dong is at the level of Xiaoman, and there is no longer any shackles on distance. He and An Zheng were hundreds of meters apart, but they were in front of An Zheng in a blink of an eye. The speed was staggering. His hand with black and gold gloves grabbed An Zheng's neck, and An Zheng barely had time to react.
An Zheng jumped up fiercely and pressed his hands on the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. Thousands of lightning flashes on his two hands were injected into the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and then shot down from the Nine Nether Demon Bell like thousands of sharp arrows, all of which poured into Zhuang Dong's body. In an instant, Zhuang Dong's body was so electrified that it began to smoke.
An Zheng stood up: "I'm fine, where are we going?"
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
But An Zheng has no intention of taking over... The world in Shanhe Map Ruler is controlled by An Zheng, and he lives here. An Zheng used the purple magic weapon Nine Nether Demon Bell to suppress Zhuang Dong Xiaoman's cultivation level, and then brought him into the world of Shanhe Tuchi. At this stage of the duel, the winner was actually decided. An Zheng only had five minutes, but five minutes was enough.
An Zheng summoned Bing Po and pointed at Zhuang Dong: "Come on, I'm rushing back to the inn."
boom!
In an instant, eight holy fish scales appeared in front of An Zheng, followed by an explosion. A huge ball of fire pushed An Zheng backward and did not stop until he was a hundred meters away. After the fire disappeared, the priest's red robe that pretended to be able to withstand the attack of cultivation power was completely damaged. His face looked like black coal briquettes, and his hair flew back. And the dagger originally held in his hand disappeared, as if he had never obtained it.
An Zheng rushed forward: "Don't buy it!"
Zhuang Dong roared at An Zheng.
Zhuang Dong's hand clenched so hard that even a piece of steel would be shattered by his grip.
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It's a pity that I can't make money and take action."
"If you get weaker, come again."
An Zheng: "These gloves are really good!"
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
An Zheng rushed forward fiercely, and the ice soul drew a straight line of ice. The red priest robe on Zhuang Dong's body flashed with golden light, which was the unique runic power of the Shenhui. The Youguo Shenhui may be the most paranoid sect in pursuing runes. The clothes they wear are specially blessed by runes and have very magical power.
An Zheng: "A purple-grade artifact."
When he stretched out his hand, An Zheng saw clearly that he was wearing a black and gold glove. I don’t know what kind of material these gloves are made of, but I grabbed the ice soul without any damage at all.
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It's a pity that I can't make money and take action."
But here, An Zheng is God.
An Zheng: "These gloves are really good!"
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
In an instant, eight holy fish scales appeared in front of An Zheng, followed by an explosion. A huge ball of fire pushed An Zheng backward and did not stop until he was a hundred meters away. After the fire disappeared, the priest's red robe that pretended to be able to withstand the attack of cultivation power was completely damaged. His face looked like black coal briquettes, and his hair flew back. And the dagger originally held in his hand disappeared, as if he had never obtained it.
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
With a flash of green light, An Zheng disappeared. The next second, from the top of Zhuang Dong's head, the Nine Nether Demonic Bell quickly fell down, like nine mountains stacked on top of each other, falling heavily. Zhuang Dong had no time to react and raised his hands upward.
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
With a snap, Zhuang Dong grabbed Bingpo. Bing Po's sharp blade drew a string of sparks on his glove, but Zhuang Dong didn't change at all and still held it tightly. The huge gap in cultivation level made it impossible for An Zheng to take back the ice soul.
"That's it? Come again, come again, I can still do it."
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
Zhuang Dong was stunned. He actually thought seriously for a while: "It seems impossible... It's not because no one will spend the money after I die, but because I don't know how much to price myself."
An Zheng opened his hands, and the two incomplete mountains moved backward. Among the rubble, Zhuang Dong stood there with his hands turned into shields, but he was not killed.
Zhuang Dong smiled and said to An Zheng: "It seems that I wrongly blamed Hayahu and the others for raising the price a little too high. Although your strength and cultivation are more than the money they gave you, you are stupid. You actually think that With your current level of cultivation, you can kill me, so I have to lower the price for you. It's a pity, I killed them all, otherwise I can go back and talk to them, and I will do it if the price is lower. It’s very depressing... I have no money and no motivation to kill.”
When An Zheng and he came out of the inn, the sleepy waiter looked up and seemed a little impatient. After An Zheng and Zhuang Dong went out, he came over and sealed the door again, muttering: "I'm really sick, I won't sleep at night."
Zhuang Dong is at the level of Xiaoman, and there is no longer any shackles on distance. He and An Zheng were hundreds of meters apart, but they were in front of An Zheng in a blink of an eye. The speed was staggering. His hand with black and gold gloves grabbed An Zheng's neck, and An Zheng barely had time to react.
An Zheng shook his head: "You are already a practitioner at this level, why are you still so naive?"
An Zheng's movements reached the extreme, and he didn't pay attention to what Zhuang Dong said. In this short period of time, Bing Po stabbed at least one hundred and thirty times. The clothes on Zhuang Dong seemed to be able to neutralize the offensive caused by the power of cultivation, but they had no defense against direct attacks from magical weapons. So after An Zheng got close, every time he stabbed, Zhuang Dong would block it. An Zheng shot one hundred and thirty times, and he blocked one hundred and thirty times, but not even a second in total.
The ground moved quickly like a conveyor belt, leading Zhuang Dong towards An Zheng at an extremely fast speed. Zhuang Dong punched out fiercely, but An Zheng in front of him disappeared, replaced by a mountain with no peak in sight. Boom! Zhuang Dong's furious punch hit the mountain, almost opening a cave directly in the mountain. The power of this punch was terrifying enough, and Nai Heshan didn't care.
But no.
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
With a flash of green light, An Zheng disappeared. The next second, from the top of Zhuang Dong's head, the Nine Nether Demonic Bell quickly fell down, like nine mountains stacked on top of each other, falling heavily. Zhuang Dong had no time to react and raised his hands upward.
He put his hands together again, and the two mountains collided again. Once, twice, three times, until the two mountains were completely destroyed.
An Zheng shook his head: "You are already a practitioner at this level, why are you still so naive?"
A strong man in the Xiaoman Realm, a strong man in the Prison of Desire Realm, moves at a speed that ordinary people can't see clearly.
With a sharp movement of his feet, the world in the mountain and river map began to move. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed towards the real side. He punched An Zheng, and a strong light flashed on his black and gold gloves. This was the most powerful blow from a cultivator in the Xiaoman Realm. There was absolutely no way An Zheng could catch it. Come down.
When An Zheng and he came out of the inn, the sleepy waiter looked up and seemed a little impatient. After An Zheng and Zhuang Dong went out, he came over and sealed the door again, muttering: "I'm really sick, I won't sleep at night."
An Zheng laughed: "You are really a person with a bottom line."
Zhuang Dong waved towards An Zheng: "I want to see if you can force me to fight back."
"If you get weaker, come again."
He stood up and made a polite gesture of invitation.
Zhuang Dong roared at An Zheng.
Zhuang Dong waved towards An Zheng: "I want to see if you can force me to fight back."
Zhuang Dong was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a flash of golden light on the dagger he had snatched.
Zhuang Dong snorted: "This is really a good way to make money. If I start chasing you from today on, and give you a higher price every time, and every time you use money to buy your own life, my income will be very high." Stablize."
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
An Zheng: "These gloves are really good!"
An Zheng's ice soul swiped towards Zhuang Dong's neck. King Zhuang Dong took a step back to avoid it, and then actually reached out to grab the ice soul: "It's a good thing, it looks valuable."
He appeared behind Zhuang Dong and put his foot on Zhuang Dong's back. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed forward and hit the mountain peak. When he turned around, he saw An Zheng and punched him again in anger. But when he punched, there was still peace in front of him, and after the punch was thrown, there was another mountain in front of him.
An Zheng's movements reached the extreme, and he didn't pay attention to what Zhuang Dong said. In this short period of time, Bing Po stabbed at least one hundred and thirty times. The clothes on Zhuang Dong seemed to be able to neutralize the offensive caused by the power of cultivation, but they had no defense against direct attacks from magical weapons. So after An Zheng got close, every time he stabbed, Zhuang Dong would block it. An Zheng shot one hundred and thirty times, and he blocked one hundred and thirty times, but not even a second in total.
He put his hands together again, and the two mountains collided again. Once, twice, three times, until the two mountains were completely destroyed.
Zhuang Dong also laughed: "I might as well tell you, it's thirty gold-grade spiritual stones, plus a set of peak-grade gold techniques, and a peak-grade golden magical weapon."
But here, An Zheng is God.
There is wind on the street, sweeping the ground and sending the sand far away.
Zhuang Dong looked at the torn clothes on his body and his face was distorted: "You actually exploded a gold spirit stone. Do you know how much it is worth?"
Zhuang Dong was shocked, and pieces of his broken robe flew up. He took a step forward: "You succeeded in forcing me to take action."
When he stretched out his hand, An Zheng saw clearly that he was wearing a black and gold glove. I don’t know what kind of material these gloves are made of, but I grabbed the ice soul without any damage at all.
There is wind on the street, sweeping the ground and sending the sand far away.
Zhuang Dong asked as he walked: "How much?"
A strong man in the Xiaoman Realm, a strong man in the Prison of Desire Realm, moves at a speed that ordinary people can't see clearly.
An Zheng's ice soul swiped towards Zhuang Dong's neck. King Zhuang Dong took a step back to avoid it, and then actually reached out to grab the ice soul: "It's a good thing, it looks valuable."
An Zheng rushed forward fiercely, and the ice soul drew a straight line of ice. The red priest robe on Zhuang Dong's body flashed with golden light, which was the unique runic power of the Shenhui. The Youguo Shenhui may be the most paranoid sect in pursuing runes. The clothes they wear are specially blessed by runes and have very magical power.
"If it weren't for those bells, what do you think you could do to me? This is the Mountain and River Map Ruler? If it weren't for those few bells, you wouldn't have the ability to bring me into the Mountain and River Map Ruler! If you have the ability, you can be one-on-one with me What kind of skill is it to rely on magical weapons?"
An Zheng and Zhuang Dong stood face to face. Zhuang Dong asked An Zheng, "Do you think you can kill me?"
With a snap, Zhuang Dong grabbed Bingpo. Bing Po's sharp blade drew a string of sparks on his glove, but Zhuang Dong didn't change at all and still held it tightly. The huge gap in cultivation level made it impossible for An Zheng to take back the ice soul.
When An Zheng was about to take action again, Zhuang Dong suddenly shouted: "I want to ask... how much can I spend to buy my own life?"
The ground moved quickly like a conveyor belt, leading Zhuang Dong towards An Zheng at an extremely fast speed. Zhuang Dong punched out fiercely, but An Zheng in front of him disappeared, replaced by a mountain with no peak in sight. Boom! Zhuang Dong's furious punch hit the mountain, almost opening a cave directly in the mountain. The power of this punch was terrifying enough, and Nai Heshan didn't care.
Zhuang Dong's face was extremely expressionless. He never expected that An Zheng would have so many magical weapons in his hand.
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It seems you don't plan to put up a price."
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "The way you and I make money are different, so I don't care about money."
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It's a pity that I can't make money and take action."
He stood up and made a polite gesture of invitation.
Then he saw An Zheng smile strangely: "Guess, have I ever killed anyone in Xiaoman Realm?"
An Zheng's ice soul swiped towards Zhuang Dong's neck. King Zhuang Dong took a step back to avoid it, and then actually reached out to grab the ice soul: "It's a good thing, it looks valuable."
But no.
Zhuang Dong was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a flash of golden light on the dagger he had snatched.
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
An Zheng jumped up fiercely and pressed his hands on the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. Thousands of lightning flashes on his two hands were injected into the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and then shot down from the Nine Nether Demon Bell like thousands of sharp arrows, all of which poured into Zhuang Dong's body. In an instant, Zhuang Dong's body was so electrified that it began to smoke.
In an instant, eight holy fish scales appeared in front of An Zheng, followed by an explosion. A huge ball of fire pushed An Zheng backward and did not stop until he was a hundred meters away. After the fire disappeared, the priest's red robe that pretended to be able to withstand the attack of cultivation power was completely damaged. His face looked like black coal briquettes, and his hair flew back. And the dagger originally held in his hand disappeared, as if he had never obtained it.
The powerful man from the Xiaoman Realm gave a violent blow, which directly caused a corner of the mountain to collapse.
An Zheng and Zhuang Dong stood face to face. Zhuang Dong asked An Zheng, "Do you think you can kill me?"
But An Zheng has no intention of taking over... The world in Shanhe Map Ruler is controlled by An Zheng, and he lives here. An Zheng used the purple magic weapon Nine Nether Demon Bell to suppress Zhuang Dong Xiaoman's cultivation level, and then brought him into the world of Shanhe Tuchi. At this stage of the duel, the winner was actually decided. An Zheng only had five minutes, but five minutes was enough.
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
The light on Zhuang Dong's gloves has gradually faded, and his face is as white as paper.
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
The explosion of gold spiritual stones.
An Zheng walked out and turned back to ask curiously: "You love money so much, if someone offered you a high enough price, would you kill yourself?"
An Zheng rushed forward fiercely, and the ice soul drew a straight line of ice. The red priest robe on Zhuang Dong's body flashed with golden light, which was the unique runic power of the Shenhui. The Youguo Shenhui may be the most paranoid sect in pursuing runes. The clothes they wear are specially blessed by runes and have very magical power.
Zhuang Dong roared at An Zheng.
But no.
Zhuang Dong looked at the torn clothes on his body and his face was distorted: "You actually exploded a gold spirit stone. Do you know how much it is worth?"
Zhuang Dong: "At that time, I didn't know much about the market and I wasn't sensible. I wouldn't know how to do it now."
Zhuang Dong was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a flash of golden light on the dagger he had snatched.
An Zheng sighed: "The price is low."
An Zheng: "A purple-grade artifact."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "The way you and I make money are different, so I don't care about money."
An Zheng opened his hands, and the two incomplete mountains moved backward. Among the rubble, Zhuang Dong stood there with his hands turned into shields, but he was not killed.
The two mountains sandwiched Zhuang Dong like sandwich cakes. The two mountain peaks were shattered into pieces as they collided, and large chunks of gravel rolled down from the top.
An Zheng summoned Bing Po and pointed at Zhuang Dong: "Come on, I'm rushing back to the inn."
An Zheng asked: "Is there any problem?"
When An Zheng and he came out of the inn, the sleepy waiter looked up and seemed a little impatient. After An Zheng and Zhuang Dong went out, he came over and sealed the door again, muttering: "I'm really sick, I won't sleep at night."
With a flash of golden light, Zhuang Dong was unable to resist under the suppression of the Nine Nether Demonic Bell, and was directly dragged into the world of the Mountain and River Map Ruler. In the Mountain and River Map, An Zheng once killed a strong man from the Xiaoman Realm. The night owl who had done many evil things was killed by An Zheng in the mountain and river map.
Zhuang Dong was shocked, and pieces of his broken robe flew up. He took a step forward: "You succeeded in forcing me to take action."
Zhuang Dong's face was extremely expressionless. He never expected that An Zheng would have so many magical weapons in his hand.
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It seems you don't plan to put up a price."
Zhuang Dong waved towards An Zheng: "I want to see if you can force me to fight back."
Zhuang Dong smiled and said to An Zheng: "It seems that I wrongly blamed Hayahu and the others for raising the price a little too high. Although your strength and cultivation are more than the money they gave you, you are stupid. You actually think that With your current level of cultivation, you can kill me, so I have to lower the price for you. It's a pity, I killed them all, otherwise I can go back and talk to them, and I will do it if the price is lower. It’s very depressing... I have no money and no motivation to kill.”
Zhuang Dong is at the level of Xiaoman, and there is no longer any shackles on distance. He and An Zheng were hundreds of meters apart, but they were in front of An Zheng in a blink of an eye. The speed was staggering. His hand with black and gold gloves grabbed An Zheng's neck, and An Zheng barely had time to react.
Zhuang shook his head: "Don't lie to me, am I so valuable?"
But here, An Zheng is God.
An Zheng's movements reached the extreme, and he didn't pay attention to what Zhuang Dong said. In this short period of time, Bing Po stabbed at least one hundred and thirty times. The clothes on Zhuang Dong seemed to be able to neutralize the offensive caused by the power of cultivation, but they had no defense against direct attacks from magical weapons. So after An Zheng got close, every time he stabbed, Zhuang Dong would block it. An Zheng shot one hundred and thirty times, and he blocked one hundred and thirty times, but not even a second in total.
"Go to hell!"
An Zheng flew up in the air and put his hands together in mid-air.
An Zheng: "These gloves are really good!"
But here, An Zheng is God.
An Zheng rushed forward: "Don't buy it!"
When An Zheng and he came out of the inn, the sleepy waiter looked up and seemed a little impatient. After An Zheng and Zhuang Dong went out, he came over and sealed the door again, muttering: "I'm really sick, I won't sleep at night."
boom!
With a flash of golden light, Zhuang Dong was unable to resist under the suppression of the Nine Nether Demonic Bell, and was directly dragged into the world of the Mountain and River Map Ruler. In the Mountain and River Map, An Zheng once killed a strong man from the Xiaoman Realm. The night owl who had done many evil things was killed by An Zheng in the mountain and river map.
The explosion of gold spiritual stones.
Zhuang Dong's hand clenched so hard that even a piece of steel would be shattered by his grip.
There is wind on the street, sweeping the ground and sending the sand far away.
The ground moved quickly like a conveyor belt, leading Zhuang Dong towards An Zheng at an extremely fast speed. Zhuang Dong punched out fiercely, but An Zheng in front of him disappeared, replaced by a mountain with no peak in sight. Boom! Zhuang Dong's furious punch hit the mountain, almost opening a cave directly in the mountain. The power of this punch was terrifying enough, and Nai Heshan didn't care.
But An Zheng has no intention of taking over... The world in Shanhe Map Ruler is controlled by An Zheng, and he lives here. An Zheng used the purple magic weapon Nine Nether Demon Bell to suppress Zhuang Dong Xiaoman's cultivation level, and then brought him into the world of Shanhe Tuchi. At this stage of the duel, the winner was actually decided. An Zheng only had five minutes, but five minutes was enough.
But no.
An Zheng shook his head: "You are already a practitioner at this level, why are you still so naive?"
When An Zheng was about to take action again, Zhuang Dong suddenly shouted: "I want to ask... how much can I spend to buy my own life?"
Zhuang Dong pointed to the street outside: "As long as it's nearby, the waiter didn't offend me. He didn't give me any money or owe me any money, so don't hurt others."
The two mountains sandwiched Zhuang Dong like sandwich cakes. The two mountain peaks were shattered into pieces as they collided, and large chunks of gravel rolled down from the top.
With a flash of green light, An Zheng disappeared. The next second, from the top of Zhuang Dong's head, the Nine Nether Demonic Bell quickly fell down, like nine mountains stacked on top of each other, falling heavily. Zhuang Dong had no time to react and raised his hands upward.
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
Then he saw An Zheng smile strangely: "Guess, have I ever killed anyone in Xiaoman Realm?"
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
Zhuang Dong waved towards An Zheng: "I want to see if you can force me to fight back."
There was a flash of light on the two black-gold gloves, and the two hands instantly transformed into palms dozens of meters in size, holding the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. The Nine Nether Demonic Bell was a purple-grade magic weapon. Under its weight, both of Zhuang Dong's arms were shaking violently.
Zhuang Dong smiled and said to An Zheng: "It seems that I wrongly blamed Hayahu and the others for raising the price a little too high. Although your strength and cultivation are more than the money they gave you, you are stupid. You actually think that With your current level of cultivation, you can kill me, so I have to lower the price for you. It's a pity, I killed them all, otherwise I can go back and talk to them, and I will do it if the price is lower. It’s very depressing... I have no money and no motivation to kill.”
"Go to hell!"
The explosion of gold spiritual stones.
Zhuang Dong said: "I think you can set your own price. If you are not my opponent and are about to be killed by me, if you give me money, I will not kill you."
Zhuang Dong waved towards An Zheng: "I want to see if you can force me to fight back."
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
"It's just Xiaoman!"
The explosion of gold spiritual stones.
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
An Zheng: "You, Xiaoman, are better than me, but I don't rely on realm."
A strong man in the Xiaoman Realm, a strong man in the Prison of Desire Realm, moves at a speed that ordinary people can't see clearly.
An Zheng walked out and turned back to ask curiously: "You love money so much, if someone offered you a high enough price, would you kill yourself?"
An Zheng said: "Let me give you a price."
He appeared behind Zhuang Dong and put his foot on Zhuang Dong's back. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed forward and hit the mountain peak. When he turned around, he saw An Zheng and punched him again in anger. But when he punched, there was still peace in front of him, and after the punch was thrown, there was another mountain in front of him.
An Zheng jumped up fiercely and pressed his hands on the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. Thousands of lightning flashes on his two hands were injected into the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and then shot down from the Nine Nether Demon Bell like thousands of sharp arrows, all of which poured into Zhuang Dong's body. In an instant, Zhuang Dong's body was so electrified that it began to smoke.
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It's a pity that I can't make money and take action."
He appeared behind Zhuang Dong and put his foot on Zhuang Dong's back. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed forward and hit the mountain peak. When he turned around, he saw An Zheng and punched him again in anger. But when he punched, there was still peace in front of him, and after the punch was thrown, there was another mountain in front of him.
An Zheng and Zhuang Dong stood face to face. Zhuang Dong asked An Zheng, "Do you think you can kill me?"
An Zheng shook his head: "You are already a practitioner at this level, why are you still so naive?"
Zhuang Dong's face was extremely expressionless. He never expected that An Zheng would have so many magical weapons in his hand.
But no.
But here, An Zheng is God.
Then he saw An Zheng smile strangely: "Guess, have I ever killed anyone in Xiaoman Realm?"
An Zheng: "You, Xiaoman, are better than me, but I don't rely on realm."
Zhuang Dong: "At that time, I didn't know much about the market and I wasn't sensible. I wouldn't know how to do it now."
Zhuang Dong is a person who is extremely calm. He is different from Yin Zhiding. They belong to two different worlds. He just didn't expect An Zheng to be so calm. He was obviously here for revenge, but he could still sit here and drink with him, and asked him seriously how much he had charged.
He took out the mountain and river ruler and inserted it into the Nine Nether Demon Bell.
The two mountains sandwiched Zhuang Dong like sandwich cakes. The two mountain peaks were shattered into pieces as they collided, and large chunks of gravel rolled down from the top.
boom!
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
He put his hands together again, and the two mountains collided again. Once, twice, three times, until the two mountains were completely destroyed.
The powerful man from the Xiaoman Realm gave a violent blow, which directly caused a corner of the mountain to collapse.
The explosion of gold spiritual stones.
He stood up and made a polite gesture of invitation.
Zhuang shook his head: "Don't lie to me, am I so valuable?"
With a flash of golden light, Zhuang Dong was unable to resist under the suppression of the Nine Nether Demonic Bell, and was directly dragged into the world of the Mountain and River Map Ruler. In the Mountain and River Map, An Zheng once killed a strong man from the Xiaoman Realm. The night owl who had done many evil things was killed by An Zheng in the mountain and river map.
An Zheng opened his hands, and the two incomplete mountains moved backward. Among the rubble, Zhuang Dong stood there with his hands turned into shields, but he was not killed.
An Zheng laughed: "What you mean is that although you are better than me, you just can't beat me. So in the future I can hunt you down for nothing, and then you spend money to buy your own life. In this way, I will Do you have a stable income?”
An Zheng laughed: "You are really a person with a bottom line."
When An Zheng was about to take action again, Zhuang Dong suddenly shouted: "I want to ask... how much can I spend to buy my own life?"
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
Zhuang Dong snorted: "This is really a good way to make money. If I start chasing you from today on, and give you a higher price every time, and every time you use money to buy your own life, my income will be very high." Stablize."
He stood up and made a polite gesture of invitation.
Zhuang Dong: "At that time, I didn't know much about the market and I wasn't sensible. I wouldn't know how to do it now."
Zhuang Dong's face was extremely expressionless. He never expected that An Zheng would have so many magical weapons in his hand.
Zhuang Dong's face was extremely expressionless. He never expected that An Zheng would have so many magical weapons in his hand.
"That's it? Come again, come again, I can still do it."
An Zheng: "A purple-grade artifact."
Zhuang Dong is a person who is extremely calm. He is different from Yin Zhiding. They belong to two different worlds. He just didn't expect An Zheng to be so calm. He was obviously here for revenge, but he could still sit here and drink with him, and asked him seriously how much he had charged.
Zhuang Dong was shocked, and pieces of his broken robe flew up. He took a step forward: "You succeeded in forcing me to take action."
There is wind on the street, sweeping the ground and sending the sand far away.
An Zheng said: "Let me give you a price."
"If it weren't for those bells, what do you think you could do to me? This is the Mountain and River Map Ruler? If it weren't for those few bells, you wouldn't have the ability to bring me into the Mountain and River Map Ruler! If you have the ability, you can be one-on-one with me What kind of skill is it to rely on magical weapons?"
"That's it? Come again, come again, I can still do it."
An Zheng sighed: "The price is low."
Zhuang Dong roared at An Zheng.
An Zheng rushed forward fiercely, and the ice soul drew a straight line of ice. The red priest robe on Zhuang Dong's body flashed with golden light, which was the unique runic power of the Shenhui. The Youguo Shenhui may be the most paranoid sect in pursuing runes. The clothes they wear are specially blessed by runes and have very magical power.
Zhuang Dong looked at the torn clothes on his body and his face was distorted: "You actually exploded a gold spirit stone. Do you know how much it is worth?"
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It seems you don't plan to put up a price."
Zhuang Dong also laughed: "I might as well tell you, it's thirty gold-grade spiritual stones, plus a set of peak-grade gold techniques, and a peak-grade golden magical weapon."
boom!
An Zheng shook his head: "You are already a practitioner at this level, why are you still so naive?"
There is wind on the street, sweeping the ground and sending the sand far away.
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
With a sharp movement of his feet, the world in the mountain and river map began to move. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed towards the real side. He punched An Zheng, and a strong light flashed on his black and gold gloves. This was the most powerful blow from a cultivator in the Xiaoman Realm. There was absolutely no way An Zheng could catch it. Come down.
boom!
Zhuang shook his head: "Don't lie to me, am I so valuable?"
There was a flash of light on the two black-gold gloves, and the two hands instantly transformed into palms dozens of meters in size, holding the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. The Nine Nether Demonic Bell was a purple-grade magic weapon. Under its weight, both of Zhuang Dong's arms were shaking violently.
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
An Zheng sighed: "The price is low."
Zhuang Dong looked at the torn clothes on his body and his face was distorted: "You actually exploded a gold spirit stone. Do you know how much it is worth?"
An Zheng rushed forward fiercely, and the ice soul drew a straight line of ice. The red priest robe on Zhuang Dong's body flashed with golden light, which was the unique runic power of the Shenhui. The Youguo Shenhui may be the most paranoid sect in pursuing runes. The clothes they wear are specially blessed by runes and have very magical power.
The corners of Zhuang Dong's mouth twitched and he said, "Yes... You can negotiate the price of everything. How much is my life worth? You decide the price."
But An Zheng has no intention of taking over... The world in Shanhe Map Ruler is controlled by An Zheng, and he lives here. An Zheng used the purple magic weapon Nine Nether Demon Bell to suppress Zhuang Dong Xiaoman's cultivation level, and then brought him into the world of Shanhe Tuchi. At this stage of the duel, the winner was actually decided. An Zheng only had five minutes, but five minutes was enough.
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
When An Zheng and he came out of the inn, the sleepy waiter looked up and seemed a little impatient. After An Zheng and Zhuang Dong went out, he came over and sealed the door again, muttering: "I'm really sick, I won't sleep at night."
Zhuang Dong: "At that time, I didn't know much about the market and I wasn't sensible. I wouldn't know how to do it now."
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
A strong man in the Xiaoman Realm, a strong man in the Prison of Desire Realm, moves at a speed that ordinary people can't see clearly.
Zhuang shook his head: "Don't lie to me, am I so valuable?"
An Zheng flew up in the air and put his hands together in mid-air.
The ground moved quickly like a conveyor belt, leading Zhuang Dong towards An Zheng at an extremely fast speed. Zhuang Dong punched out fiercely, but An Zheng in front of him disappeared, replaced by a mountain with no peak in sight. Boom! Zhuang Dong's furious punch hit the mountain, almost opening a cave directly in the mountain. The power of this punch was terrifying enough, and Nai Heshan didn't care.
Zhuang Dong roared at An Zheng.
He put his hands together again, and the two mountains collided again. Once, twice, three times, until the two mountains were completely destroyed.
Zhuang Dong was shocked, and pieces of his broken robe flew up. He took a step forward: "You succeeded in forcing me to take action."
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It's a pity that I can't make money and take action."
When An Zheng and he came out of the inn, the sleepy waiter looked up and seemed a little impatient. After An Zheng and Zhuang Dong went out, he came over and sealed the door again, muttering: "I'm really sick, I won't sleep at night."
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
With a snap, Zhuang Dong grabbed Bingpo. Bing Po's sharp blade drew a string of sparks on his glove, but Zhuang Dong didn't change at all and still held it tightly. The huge gap in cultivation level made it impossible for An Zheng to take back the ice soul.
An Zheng's ice line stabbed straight through, but Zhuang Dong didn't react at all, neither dodging nor dodging. The ice thread pierced Zhuang Dong's body, and the golden light flashed on the red priest's robe, and the ice thread disappeared.
The powerful man from the Xiaoman Realm gave a violent blow, which directly caused a corner of the mountain to collapse.
An Zheng walked out and turned back to ask curiously: "You love money so much, if someone offered you a high enough price, would you kill yourself?"
The light on Zhuang Dong's gloves has gradually faded, and his face is as white as paper.
But here, An Zheng is God.
With a snap, Zhuang Dong grabbed Bingpo. Bing Po's sharp blade drew a string of sparks on his glove, but Zhuang Dong didn't change at all and still held it tightly. The huge gap in cultivation level made it impossible for An Zheng to take back the ice soul.
An Zheng sighed: "The price is low."
He put his hands together again, and the two mountains collided again. Once, twice, three times, until the two mountains were completely destroyed.
"That's it? Come again, come again, I can still do it."
Zhuang Dong was stunned. He actually thought seriously for a while: "It seems impossible... It's not because no one will spend the money after I die, but because I don't know how much to price myself."
He appeared behind Zhuang Dong and put his foot on Zhuang Dong's back. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed forward and hit the mountain peak. When he turned around, he saw An Zheng and punched him again in anger. But when he punched, there was still peace in front of him, and after the punch was thrown, there was another mountain in front of him.
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
The two mountains sandwiched Zhuang Dong like sandwich cakes. The two mountain peaks were shattered into pieces as they collided, and large chunks of gravel rolled down from the top.
boom!
An Zheng flew up in the air and put his hands together in mid-air.
The corners of Zhuang Dong's mouth twitched and he said, "Yes... You can negotiate the price of everything. How much is my life worth? You decide the price."
Zhuang shook his head: "So stupid... It seems that I really blamed Hayahu wrongly. With your stupidity, I should accept one hundred thousand taels of gold."
The light on Zhuang Dong's gloves has gradually faded, and his face is as white as paper.
An Zheng walked out and turned back to ask curiously: "You love money so much, if someone offered you a high enough price, would you kill yourself?"
An Zheng's movements reached the extreme, and he didn't pay attention to what Zhuang Dong said. In this short period of time, Bing Po stabbed at least one hundred and thirty times. The clothes on Zhuang Dong seemed to be able to neutralize the offensive caused by the power of cultivation, but they had no defense against direct attacks from magical weapons. So after An Zheng got close, every time he stabbed, Zhuang Dong would block it. An Zheng shot one hundred and thirty times, and he blocked one hundred and thirty times, but not even a second in total.
When he stretched out his hand, An Zheng saw clearly that he was wearing a black and gold glove. I don’t know what kind of material these gloves are made of, but I grabbed the ice soul without any damage at all.
boom!
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
He appeared behind Zhuang Dong and put his foot on Zhuang Dong's back. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed forward and hit the mountain peak. When he turned around, he saw An Zheng and punched him again in anger. But when he punched, there was still peace in front of him, and after the punch was thrown, there was another mountain in front of him.
The two mountains sandwiched Zhuang Dong like sandwich cakes. The two mountain peaks were shattered into pieces as they collided, and large chunks of gravel rolled down from the top.
The corners of Zhuang Dong's mouth twitched and he said, "Yes... You can negotiate the price of everything. How much is my life worth? You decide the price."
An Zheng jumped up fiercely and pressed his hands on the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. Thousands of lightning flashes on his two hands were injected into the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and then shot down from the Nine Nether Demon Bell like thousands of sharp arrows, all of which poured into Zhuang Dong's body. In an instant, Zhuang Dong's body was so electrified that it began to smoke.
An Zheng opened his hands, and the two incomplete mountains moved backward. Among the rubble, Zhuang Dong stood there with his hands turned into shields, but he was not killed.
A strong man in the Xiaoman Realm, a strong man in the Prison of Desire Realm, moves at a speed that ordinary people can't see clearly.
But here, An Zheng is God.
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It seems you don't plan to put up a price."
An Zheng: "You, Xiaoman, are better than me, but I don't rely on realm."
An Zheng: "These gloves are really good!"
Zhuang Dong asked as he walked: "How much?"
He took out the mountain and river ruler and inserted it into the Nine Nether Demon Bell.
An Zheng sighed: "The price is low."
He put his hands together again, and the two mountains collided again. Once, twice, three times, until the two mountains were completely destroyed.
But no.
In an instant, eight holy fish scales appeared in front of An Zheng, followed by an explosion. A huge ball of fire pushed An Zheng backward and did not stop until he was a hundred meters away. After the fire disappeared, the priest's red robe that pretended to be able to withstand the attack of cultivation power was completely damaged. His face looked like black coal briquettes, and his hair flew back. And the dagger originally held in his hand disappeared, as if he had never obtained it.
Zhuang Dong asked as he walked: "How much?"
An Zheng opened his hands, and the two incomplete mountains moved backward. Among the rubble, Zhuang Dong stood there with his hands turned into shields, but he was not killed.
Zhuang Dong sighed: "It seems you don't plan to put up a price."
Zhuang Dong is a person who is extremely calm. He is different from Yin Zhiding. They belong to two different worlds. He just didn't expect An Zheng to be so calm. He was obviously here for revenge, but he could still sit here and drink with him, and asked him seriously how much he had charged.
An Zheng: "A purple-grade artifact."
The corners of Zhuang Dong's mouth twitched and he said, "Yes... You can negotiate the price of everything. How much is my life worth? You decide the price."
The light on Zhuang Dong's gloves has gradually faded, and his face is as white as paper.
An Zheng stood up: "I'm fine, where are we going?"
An Zheng's ice soul swiped towards Zhuang Dong's neck. King Zhuang Dong took a step back to avoid it, and then actually reached out to grab the ice soul: "It's a good thing, it looks valuable."
Zhuang Dong was stunned. He actually thought seriously for a while: "It seems impossible... It's not because no one will spend the money after I die, but because I don't know how much to price myself."
Zhuang Dong smiled and said to An Zheng: "It seems that I wrongly blamed Hayahu and the others for raising the price a little too high. Although your strength and cultivation are more than the money they gave you, you are stupid. You actually think that With your current level of cultivation, you can kill me, so I have to lower the price for you. It's a pity, I killed them all, otherwise I can go back and talk to them, and I will do it if the price is lower. It’s very depressing... I have no money and no motivation to kill.”
Zhuang Dong pointed to the street outside: "As long as it's nearby, the waiter didn't offend me. He didn't give me any money or owe me any money, so don't hurt others."
With a sharp movement of his feet, the world in the mountain and river map began to move. Zhuang Dong's body involuntarily rushed towards the real side. He punched An Zheng, and a strong light flashed on his black and gold gloves. This was the most powerful blow from a cultivator in the Xiaoman Realm. There was absolutely no way An Zheng could catch it. Come down.
An Zheng shook his head: "You are already a practitioner at this level, why are you still so naive?"
Zhuang Dong was stunned. He actually thought seriously for a while: "It seems impossible... It's not because no one will spend the money after I die, but because I don't know how much to price myself."
"Wait a moment!"
Zhuang Dong asked as he walked: "How much?"
Zhuang Dong is a person who is extremely calm. He is different from Yin Zhiding. They belong to two different worlds. He just didn't expect An Zheng to be so calm. He was obviously here for revenge, but he could still sit here and drink with him, and asked him seriously how much he had charged.
An Zheng rushed forward fiercely, and the ice soul drew a straight line of ice. The red priest robe on Zhuang Dong's body flashed with golden light, which was the unique runic power of the Shenhui. The Youguo Shenhui may be the most paranoid sect in pursuing runes. The clothes they wear are specially blessed by runes and have very magical power.
When An Zheng was about to take action again, Zhuang Dong suddenly shouted: "I want to ask... how much can I spend to buy my own life?"
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
An Zheng opened his hands, and the two incomplete mountains moved backward. Among the rubble, Zhuang Dong stood there with his hands turned into shields, but he was not killed.
"That's a serious fight, and of course the price will be high, even if I'm just one of the participants."
Zhuang Dong is at the level of Xiaoman, and there is no longer any shackles on distance. He and An Zheng were hundreds of meters apart, but they were in front of An Zheng in a blink of an eye. The speed was staggering. His hand with black and gold gloves grabbed An Zheng's neck, and An Zheng barely had time to react.
An Zheng laughed: "What you mean is that although you are better than me, you just can't beat me. So in the future I can hunt you down for nothing, and then you spend money to buy your own life. In this way, I will Do you have a stable income?”
Zhuang Dong waved towards An Zheng: "I want to see if you can force me to fight back."
An Zheng jumped up fiercely and pressed his hands on the Nine Nether Demonic Bell. Thousands of lightning flashes on his two hands were injected into the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and then shot down from the Nine Nether Demon Bell like thousands of sharp arrows, all of which poured into Zhuang Dong's body. In an instant, Zhuang Dong's body was so electrified that it began to smoke.
The corners of Zhuang Dong's mouth twitched and he said, "Yes... You can negotiate the price of everything. How much is my life worth? You decide the price."
Zhuang Dong snorted: "This is really a good way to make money. If I start chasing you from today on, and give you a higher price every time, and every time you use money to buy your own life, my income will be very high." Stablize."
An Zheng: "There are not many people like you."
Zhuang Dong was stunned. He actually thought seriously for a while: "It seems impossible... It's not because no one will spend the money after I die, but because I don't know how much to price myself."
He stood up and made a polite gesture of invitation.
An Zheng and Zhuang Dong stood face to face. Zhuang Dong asked An Zheng, "Do you think you can kill me?"
The corners of Zhuang Dong's mouth twitched and he said, "Yes... You can negotiate the price of everything. How much is my life worth? You decide the price."
An Zheng rushed forward: "Don't buy it!"
Zhuang shook his head: "Don't lie to me, am I so valuable?"
"If it weren't for those bells, what do you think you could do to me? This is the Mountain and River Map Ruler? If it weren't for those few bells, you wouldn't have the ability to bring me into the Mountain and River Map Ruler! If you have the ability, you can be one-on-one with me What kind of skill is it to rely on magical weapons?"
Zhuang Dong snorted: "This is really a good way to make money. If I start chasing you from today on, and give you a higher price every time, and every time you use money to buy your own life, my income will be very high." Stablize."
An Zheng's ice soul swiped towards Zhuang Dong's neck. King Zhuang Dong took a step back to avoid it, and then actually reached out to grab the ice soul: "It's a good thing, it looks valuable."
boom!
Zhuang Dong also laughed: "I might as well tell you, it's thirty gold-grade spiritual stones, plus a set of peak-grade gold techniques, and a peak-grade golden magical weapon."
Zhuang Dong is at the level of Xiaoman, and there is no longer any shackles on distance. He and An Zheng were hundreds of meters apart, but they were in front of An Zheng in a blink of an eye. The speed was staggering. His hand with black and gold gloves grabbed An Zheng's neck, and An Zheng barely had time to react.