Underworld exchange group

Chapter 98
The indescribable joy of the young man wearing glasses felt like a great blessing from the heavens. 'Shi Xie' had been hungry for three days, hurt his vitality, and needed to recover slowly even if he was full.

But it would be different if he ate the soul of the person in front of him.

Make up a lot, and it will definitely recover.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's gaze became hot.

But if he knew that the young man in front of him was the elder whom he was terrified of obsessively, and would tremble every time he thought about it, how would he feel again.

This matter has to start more than ten days ago.

At that time, the black and white real person's innate magic weapon was smashed by Zhang Fan, and he was seriously injured. He could only save his life with humiliation, and was blackmailed by Zhang Fan to take away the Yinkui Pill. He beat his chest and stomped his feet angrily, and almost vomited two liters of blood.

But he didn't dare to seek revenge from Zhang Fan, just for fun, he smashed the innate magic weapon lightly.

Think of all this because of the white servant.

So...

All the anger in his heart was vented on the white servant.

It is conceivable how tragic the situation was at that time. The white servant was not only punished, crying and howling, but also kicked out of the door by the black and white real people.The white servant was desperate and joined an evil cultivator sect, and was regarded as an elder.

Thinking of his miserable experience, he always warned his subordinates not to provoke Zhang Fan, to stay away from Zhang Fan, to stay away, and every time he said this, his face would turn pale, and his hands would twitch. Will tremble.

He doesn't want his subordinates to make the same mistake!
The young man wearing glasses looked excited at Zhang Fan. Is there anything better than this delicious food delivered to your door?
Wa hahaha!

"Boy, if you want to blame, blame you for not having eyes, so you provoked me?" The young man wearing glasses said, "However, I don't kill unknown people, boy, what's your name?"

Zhang Fan said flatly: "The bow is long, the ordinary Fan."

The young man wearing glasses said, "Zhang Fan, this name sounds familiar. Okay, I'll let you die a little easier today."

I saw him take out the bottle containing 'Shixie', a puff of black air came out, it looked like a ball of black fire, but he let out a cry of hunger, pointed at the skull in his hand, and rushed towards Zhang Fan come over.

The power of this 'shixie' is equivalent to the gathering of two ghosts.

It's just that the intelligence is low. Once someone controls it, it can immediately exert the power of two ghosts gathering spirits.

Of course, it's very weak right now.

Hei Huo yelled and charged forward with a roar, his speed was as fast as a bolt of lightning.

"Go Shixie, devour him."

I saw Zhang Fan unhurriedly juggling, and took out a command flag.

It is the command flag of the ghost messenger.

It's the first time I use it, and I'm a little excited.

Inject spiritual power into the order flag, and then wave it, an invisible force swept out from the order flag, immediately suppressing 'Shixie'.

but……

The power radiated by the flag was instantly broken free by the ghost.

What the hell!
This unjust ghost is so strong that he even broke free from the ghost order all at once. This is a magic weapon that can instantly blast ghosts into scum.

moment!

The ghost has already rushed to the front.

It was too late for Zhang Fan to hide, so he could only rely on the traces of the soul on the necklace.

The necklace is hot...

The Wounded Ghost makes a painful 'squeak' sound, no matter how strong it is, it is impossible to break the protection of the 'soul trace' that even shattered the innate magic weapon, but seeing the Wrong Ghost screamed in horror, and immediately turned away .

There are no benefits of being spiritually intelligent.

You won't force it, or you will be blasted into scum by the "soul trace"?
The young man wearing glasses was taken aback when he saw the ghost turning around and running away in fright. Even stronger.

No, he obviously only has the strength of one level of kung fu.

A young man who looks very weak, in his 20s, is strong against the sky.

He suddenly remembered the person the elder had mentioned.

He just said what his name was.

Zhang Fan!

Damn it, no.

The face of the young man wearing glasses turned pale in an instant, his hands and feet were weak, and he almost fainted from fright. The elder who trembles when he thinks about it obsessively, please stay away from him. Evil' ate him, my God, what the hell happened to me.

Finished!

Run away!

"squeak"

The ghost seems to have heard of Zhang Fan, and the owner trembles when he mentions it obsessively. He is like a nightmare.

Run away!

There is such a story.

Two good friends met a ferocious beast, so one of them immediately began to change into light shoes, and the other asked him, even if you put on your shoes, you can’t outrun the ferocious beast, and the man replied, I just need to outrun you.

One person and one ghost fled quickly.

The ghost suddenly let out a shriek, and swallowed it from the top of the young man wearing glasses.

The young man wearing glasses suddenly froze.

His eyes widened in horror.

"Who... besides, the spirit of the ghost has not yet developed, so who am I... anxious"

The young man with glasses fell headlong to the ground, rolling over in pain holding his head.

Zhang Fan chased him at this time, looked at the fleeing ghost, stopped, stretched out his hand to grab Xie Xiu's hand, chanted a spell, and pulled the young man with glasses a handful.

The soul was directly hooked out by Zhang Fan, the new ghost messenger.

Hey, there is only half of the yin body left, half of which was bitten off by the wrongful ghost just now.

Zhang Fan was taken aback.

No wonder he uttered such vicious curses when he was dying.

In other words, everyone has to come up with such a sentence.

Only half-dead, Zhang Fan will stay and deal with it.He can take the opportunity to escape.

With a shake of the ghost messenger, half of the yin body was sucked in and completely refined.

Only one body remained.

In fact...if they didn't escape, Zhang Fan felt that he had nothing to do with them.

In the carriage of the bus, the long sword in the little nun's hand was still attacking the golden cover frantically, and she kept attacking like this, it's no wonder that the little nun was so weak that she wasn't tired.

In fact, every time she strikes, the talisman will be consumed more.

This talisman will be consumed.

But she saw that she slashed two swords at the golden bell cover of the little white collar, turned around suddenly, and retreated.

The little white-collar worker was taken aback when she saw her suddenly withdrawing her hands, but immediately sat down cross-legged, took out a black box, and began to mutter words, raised both hands and fingers to his chest, posed in a strange posture, and began to shake vigorously.

It looks like the trembling is strenuous, as if each finger is pulling a thousand pounds of force.

After the little nun retreated, her body suddenly sprinted to the left, and then she jumped forward again, taking a look in a hurry.

I saw a gray light, like lightning, flying past her cheek.

If the little nun had hair, she must have lost a few strands.

She cried out: "Flying Sword Talisman!"

Before the sound of panic settled down, his right arm was in severe pain, and a gash had already been cut, bleeding continuously.

too fast!
A brilliance flashed in front of his eyes, and a gray light almost pierced his chest.

"Yo, the little nun is pretty."

Hearing the reputation, I saw a man in black, he lifted the hat, revealing a head of white hair, I saw him move his hand, wrap his hands with spiritual power, put the gray glow between his hands and rub it lightly, the gray The brilliance on the awning immediately dissipated, revealing its true face.

It turned out to be a talisman, and it was also a strange talisman with a small gray sword drawn on it.

The little gray sword on the talisman paper was portrayed so lifelike, as if it were real. Without any spiritual force, the little sword emitted a faint light, as if it was really a peerless sword.

The sword is overwhelming!

Seeing the person coming, the little white-collar shouted excitedly: "Elder!"

It was the white servant who came.

The white servant raised his head and looked far away, only to see a black fire flying towards him, it was his lost ghost 'Shi Xie', and when he saw his baby back, he couldn't help showing a smile on the corner of his mouth.But the smile quickly subsided: "Trash, if I hadn't rushed over immediately, this evil ghost would have lost its soul."

The little white-collar turned pale immediately, and trembled all over: "Elder...old..." Plopped down on his knees: "Elder, please forgive me, this time...we have tried our best, really, really...this nun is too strong gone."

The white servant sneered: "Strong? If the first-rank cultivation is considered strong, what about my second-rank cultivation?"

The little nun's face changed when she heard the words, and she cried out inwardly.

I saw an unremarkable punch and slapped the little nun's chest!
boom!
The seemingly ordinary punch made the little nun unavoidable. The fist was full of spiritual power, cracking, and the piercing sound of bone shattering. The whole chest was sunken by the punch, and a hole was pushed out from behind. Fist printed out.

Immediately, the little nun spat out blood and her face was pale.

So strong!

Second grade comprehension!

The little nun clutched her chest, frowning her beautiful eyebrows in pain, blood was continuously flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing that the little nun survived with a single punch from him.

Instead of being annoyed, the white servant was very happy.

This little nun has indeed reached the realm of first-grade comprehension.

Although Yuangui's vitality was severely injured, and his soul was almost scattered, as long as he swallowed a soul of a first-level cultivation realm, not only would he recover immediately, but he would even have a great chance to make a breakthrough and become stronger.

So lucky.

Philosophers say that things develop in a spiral form. There are valleys and peaks. Don't lie to me.

It seems that after experiencing such unlucky things a while ago, the time is finally turning.

Just when he was feeling proud, Zhang Fan, who was like a nightmare, stood outside the carriage...

(End of this chapter)