Shu Yong regretted it!

I already knew that the good things Shu Qianchi said were so good and so insulting, so I should continue to sell calligraphy.

Selling calligraphy is better than selling corpses.

That's right, the previous calligraphy booth became a corpse booth.

There are two bodies in total.

One, said to be a demigod, with twelve angel wings on his back and crystal clear skin on his body, even if he died, still emitting a bright holy light. The murderous outbreak can scare the monks under the great saint.

The monk under the Holy King was afraid that he would not be able to get close to his body. Once there is danger of falling.

The angel clan is a big clan in heaven, and the number of the clan is endless. However, the great holy man who can cultivate twelve angel wings can only be counted. Shu Yong failed to recognize who was lying on the ground.

The other one is dark, and the surface of the skin is engraved with deep hallucinations.

Even if there is no urging, the general Great Master, within ten feet, will instantly fall into the illusion and become muddled.

At this moment, there are as many as seven saints who have fallen into the illusion and walked around the corpse like walking corpses. It is conceivable how terrible the magical inscription on the corpse is. The ordinary Dasheng can't control it at all, and it's a priceless treasure.

Shu Qianchi is splitting corpses.

The bodies of angelic demi-gods have been divided into more than ten parts.

Twelve angel wings were placed in a pile, and a sign stood in front of it, saying: "The demigod wings can be used to craft flying treasures. One pair, two hundred **** stones, are not sold alone, and are not bargained. "

The word was written by Shu Yong.

Shu Yong swears that writing these disgusting words is by no means to get the **** stone from Shu Qianchi, he is a man of principle and good conduct.

However, the hatred of the factions in the book world and the heaven world is deep.

The masters of the faction in heaven are like clouds, and they are more supportive of the Confucian world, aiming at the book world everywhere. The monks in the book industry do not know how much they have suffered, but it is difficult to revenge.

Writing these words and participating in the sale of the corpses of angel clan demigods, he felt happy in his heart and had a feeling of revenge. But, on the surface, it cannot be revealed.

Thinking of this, Shu Yong added a line to the sign: "Heavenly Monk, 10% off."

"Brother, do you think I wrote it like this?" Shu Yong asked.

Zhang Ruochen watched for a moment, nodded, and said, "OK, no problem. Go ahead, I have dug out the Holy Source!"

"Will the price be too high?"

Shu Yong has no experience in this area and is worried about not selling it.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The wings of the demigod angel have been bred with charm inside. It is very rare. Two hundred **** stones, I think it's too low!

Zhang Ruochen needed the God Stone, not only to urge the sundial, but also to purchase other cultivation resources, which cost a lot.

As for Zhenyuan, Zhang Ruochen thought that the probability of being recognized was very low. Mostly it was Zhenyuan who had seen his face and guessed that he was a change from a monk in the Kunlun world, saying that he did not necessarily think he was the Emperor Wen.

Anyway, Master Tai has already spoken, so that he doesn't have to tie his hands, and he will naturally be fearless.

However, writing is still free!

Too easy to make flaws and too easy to expose.

This angelic demigod with twelve wings is naturally the second killing emperor, tarsal, ranked by the genocide organization.

A moment later, Zhang Ruochen peeled off Mo Yang's body.

In addition to this skin, Mo Yang's physical body of a great spiritual master is really not worth much money.

By the side of the corpse, more and more monks were watching.

No way, so shocking!

Two well-dressed scholars of Confucianism and Taoism, who sold corpses on the street, were divided into pieces. Their three views were shattered. What is even more shocking is that one of the corpses sold was the demigod of the Twelve Angels.

Not every angelic demigod can cultivate twelve wings, ten wings is the norm.

"Shu Yong? God, it's really you. I thought I was wrong."

A handsome man in white, holding a folding fan and a pen in his head, crossed the illusion and came to the side of the corpse, shocked: "Where are these two corpses? How can you do it? What happened? It's humiliating, and humiliating. "

Shu Yong showed an awkward look, and for a time, did not know how to answer.

"I have never seen such a scene, no, I have to draw it."

The man in white looked at it for a long while, took off the pen on his head, and directly sketched in the void.

As soon as the pen is drawn, the rules of heaven and earth converge, forming a scroll with a length of more than one meter.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Who is this person?"

"Hua Chunqiu." Shu Yong whispered.

Zhang Ruochen was a little familiar, thinking for a moment, thinking about it, and said, "The man who painted the" Nine Immortals Beauty "?"

Shu Yong nodded.

"Brother Hua, why did you paint again?"

Another person walked through the crowd, and walked straight to Hua Chunqiu. This man, dressed in a big red robe, has a burly figure and dark skin, like a bull.

Seeing this person, Zhang Ruochen showed a surprised look and smiled unconsciously.

Shu Yong's face changed slightly and said, "This man is not a small figure, but the son-in-law of the Lord of Truth, and a top character from Fengshenying. Don't look at him like a black stunner, but talent is amazing.

Xiang Runan's cultivation aptitude, Zhang Ruochen still approved, nodded gently.

However, how could the dark stun son Xiang Chunan be a brother to Hua Chunqiu, who is known for his affair?

The two of them don't seem to be all the way.

"Boom!"

The picture scroll in front of Hua Chunqiu broke open and was smashed by Xiang Chunan.

Ink spilled all over the place.

This is not the first time Hua Chunqiu has a headache!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional, it won't be next time!" Xiang Chunan said anxiously, very blaming himself.

Hua Chunqiu endured and endured, gritted his teeth, and said, "Can you not follow me? I just want to draw a picture."

"I swear, I won't do it again next time! I will be very careful." Xiang Chunan said.

Hua Chunqiu lost her interest in painting another picture. What can she do with a long sigh. Why did you provoke this black stunner?

If you have a relationship with him, follow him all the time.

At this time, Xiang Chunan only saw Zhang Ruochen and Shu Yong's body stall, and walked past in surprise, saying: "Two gentlemen, you Confucian Taoist monks, how did you do this kind of business?"

Shu Yong was embarrassed again, hiding his face and evading.

Zhang Ruochen was very frank, saying: "Just sell it as a holy beast's meat, how much can sell some **** stones."

"I have a character, I like it. Brother, your surname?" Xiang Chunan asked.

"book!"

"Brother! I am a disciple of the Truth Temple, Xiang Chunan, just call me Chunan!"

...

Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan talked for a while, and soon they got acquainted, and began to be called brothers and brothers.

Zhang Ruochen learned that Xiang Chunan and Qing Sixue, the daughter of the Lord of the Truth Temple, had already married, and immediately felt regretful, claiming that they met late and hated each other, and failed to drink joyful wine.

Xiang Chunan, however, was bold and told Zhang Ruochen that he could make up tonight and he invited guests.

Hua Chunqiu and Shu Yong had a good relationship and had a deep relationship. He sat next to him and said seriously: "You used this trick to disgust the faction of heaven, but it was wonderful. However, these two bodies are from Where did it come from? "

"Brother, where did these two bodies come from?" Shu Yong asked Zhang Ruochen instead.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I picked it up."

"Picked."

Shu Yong relayed it to Hua Chunqiu.

Hua Chunqiu nodded cautiously and said, "I just picked it up. It can avoid a lot of trouble. Even if the monks of the faction in heaven come to the door, we don't have to be afraid. Anyway, we are not killed by us."

"Why are we? What does it have to do with you?" Shu Yong said.

Hua Chunqiu snorted: "If you are so loud, will the monks of the faction in the heaven realm not be angry? Just rely on you Shu Yong alone?"

"Wow!"

Fold the fan.

Hua Chunqiu shook his fan and said, "Why am I Hua Chunqiu who is afraid of things? My painting world and the paradise world are like a sea of ​​hatred, and they don't share the sky. By the way, if these things are sold, can you share me a **** stone? "

Shu Yong froze for a while, and said: "This ... I can't be the master."

Zhang Ruochen was also bold, kicking Mo Yang ’s body over and said, "Brother Hua is a man with iron bones, a hero in trouble. This corpse belongs to you, the **** stone sold, I do n’t want one. . "

Hua Chunqiu inspected the body of Mo Yang and found that this person had a very high mental strength in front of him. Using mental strength, he tempered some special textures on the flesh.

Although the value is far inferior to that corpse of the angelic demigod, it is still full of treasure.

"Brother, refreshing, Huamou has made you a friend!"

Hua Chunqiu sat behind Mo Yang ’s body, ignoring his handsome image, and sold it.

No one dared to come to the crowd.

After all, there are still very few monks who dare to offend the factions in heaven.

"Wow la la."

Rapid footsteps sounded.

A group of monks wearing bright holy armor surrounded the corpse, all of them were strong, exuding the atmosphere of the holy, there were more than twenty in total.

All the onlookers retreated to the distance.

"Yong Shusheng and Hua Chunqiu are so courageous, they dare to compete directly with the realm of heaven, let's see, the masters of the Temple of Light's Judgment Palace are all alarmed.

"I don't know who the dead twelve angel clan demigod is, it's too miserable!"

"This court owner of the Judgment Palace, but a ruthless figure, Yong Shusheng and Hua Chunqiu must suffer bad luck today, maybe blood will be splattered here."

Shu Yong and Hua Chunqiu were not afraid, but they were nervous.

The Judgment Palace of the Temple of Light and the Judgment Division of the Temple of Destiny are all well-matched. The court owner of the Judgment Palace is a first-rate character.

In the past, in the realm of the Holy King, Zhou Yu, known as the leader of the faction of the Heaven Realm, came out of the great saints of the court of judgment.

Seeing Zhou Yu, Zhang Ruochen gently shook his head and whispered: "Let everyone be carried away."

Nowadays, only the cultivation of Baiyue Realm has become mediocre.

But it can't be said that mediocrity, being able to reach the realm of the great holy are all first-class talents, but it is not worthy of his former style ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Compared with Zhenyuan, Zhou Yu is simply two extremes . One is getting more and more amazing, the other is more and more mediocre, and the potential has been exhausted, and finally turned into a member of the Great Saints.

There are too many examples like Zhou Yu, they can always be strong, they have always been magnificent, and they have become a god.

More, those who are in the holy realm and holy king realm will gradually become mediocre, and finally disappear in this world, dying in an unknown place.

What is amazing now does not mean that it will certainly be amazing in the future.

Amazing people, after all, are a few.

Zhou Yu retreated to the side, gave Xi Xi to the main court of the Judgment Palace, and gave up his place.

A new generation replaces the old.

Some people leaped for nine days to change the dragon, and some people sink into the sea to turn the dust and mud.

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