Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 14 Events caused by Lingbao

"It's a big deal?" Zhang Yang sneered, he didn't think it was a big deal, if the other party wanted to kill him, if he didn't fart, would he still be a man?

To take a step back, even if Zhang Yang didn't kill him, he would just abolish his dantian and break its mana. In this regard, can the prodigal son let him go?

The answer is no. For monks, the dantian has been abolished and has become a cripple. Just now, he was still high above, but he fell into hell in a blink of an eye. This kind of instantaneous contrast is a hundred times crueler than killing him, especially for monks who are used to clouds.

How can we let it go like this!The prodigal son will definitely try his best to find revenge for himself. In this case, killing him earlier would save a lot of trouble. Besides, Zhang Yang is also a person who is afraid of trouble.

"You...the person involved doesn't mind, so why should I worry about it?" Zhu Wuneng was discouraged for a while, and he kindly reminded him that he didn't expect him to be ungrateful, which really failed a kind pig heart.

Zhang Yang was only talking to Zhu Wuneng, and hadn't had time to collect the middle-grade Houtian Lingbao long knife thrown aside by the prodigal son. At this moment, several people quietly came to the long knife, wanting to collect the Houtian Lingbao.

In the prehistoric world, there are only a few congenital spiritual treasures in the world, and each innate has its own mission. Those who are not lucky can't get it, and those who are not lucky enough, in order to protect the way, it is impossible not to use magic treasures. The Houtian Lingbao was born. For thousands of monks, not everyone has one of the Houtian Lingbao, so the Houtian Lingbao is also considered scarce for low-level monks.

Zhang Yang killed the prodigal son, but did not collect this middle-grade Houtian Lingbao, giving people the illusion that Zhang Yang did not care about this middle-grade Houtian Lingbao, and some people saw that Zhang Yang's whole body was scorched, and he was expected to be severely injured and incapable Collecting this spirit treasure made others see the light of day. With a little luck, some of them thought that with their own strength, even if they were discovered, they could escape safely.

Who wouldn't be tempted by Lingbao?Competition naturally brings pressure. Those who are able to snatch Lingbao think they have some supernatural powers, so everyone makes a move and uses their best skills, and no one is willing to lag behind.

When they were four or five meters away from the long knife, in an instant, several people shot at the same time. Some of them grabbed it directly with their transformed hands, and some emitted the divine light of Shebao. The brilliance turned into a colorful rainbow, crossed the void, and swept the middle-grade Houtianling one after another. Bao Changdao.

The few people refused to give in to each other, and whoever had the Houtian Lingbao sword would attract the interference of the other people. After several fights, everyone had a little anger in their hearts, and they didn't show mercy when they shot, and their supernatural powers finally collided.

boom!
A loud noise and a huge shock wave instantly forced several people back one after another, and the force of the explosion instantly blasted the long knife out, aiming at Zhang Yang just in time. ． ． ． ． ．
"asshole!"

"Everyone, give me Yang Baa face and give me this spiritual treasure. Yang Baa is very grateful." One of the priests, who was wearing a white Taoist robe and had two horns on his head, begged.

"Give it to you? Why, if you want a Lingbao, you have to show your skills." Someone sneered, and said something opposite. This person has a leopard head, surrounded by leopard patterns, and the breath is full of strong winds.

"Lingbao, a virtuous person possesses it. I think this treasure is destined for me, so please don't argue about it." It was a young man who was as thin as a stick.

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Seeing that Zhongpin Houtian Lingbao was blown up, several people shouted angrily, ignoring other things, scrambling to be the first to chase after the long knife. ． ． ． ． ．
The huge explosion instantly caught the attention of Zhang Yang and Zhu Wuneng, and the two followed the sound with sideways glances. Seeing this, a long knife came through the air, turned somersaults, and shot straight at Zhang Yang.

"What's the situation?" Frowning, Zhang Yang didn't know what to do with the knife. If he couldn't feel the mana fluctuation and killing intent inside, he thought it was an enemy attack.
Slowly raising his hand, Zhang Yang grabbed it in the air, and the flying long knife appeared in his hand. His eyes swept around, and he happened to see the people chasing the long knife behind him, and said lightly, "Whose knife?"

They saw the scene of Zhang Yang crossing the catastrophe with their own eyes, and they also saw that the invincible prodigal son in their eyes was also easily abolished by Zhang Yang's cultivation base and scattered Yuanshen, so several people instinctively had a kind of fear of Zhang Yang. For a while, No one spoke.

"Fellow Daoist, this is..." Zhu Wuneng was about to say "This is the long knife of the prodigal son", but Zhang Yang raised his hand and interrupted him from continuing.

"Forget it." With a slight smile, Zhang Yang played with the long knife in his hand, looked it over carefully, and praised: "I didn't expect it to be a middle-grade Houtian Lingbao!"

As he said that, Zhang Yang waved the mid-grade Houtian Lingbao long knife in front of them, causing them to look at him with burning eyes, and then he looked regretful: "I wanted to return it to you, but no one would admit it. , then I will reluctantly accept it.”

"Fellow Daoist, I'm sorry that this treasure belongs to me. I accidentally threw it over here just now. Fellow Daoist is fortunately fine, otherwise I will beat you for my sins..." Seeing that Zhang Yang really wanted the Houtian Lingbao The long knife was taken away, and Taoist Yang Baa, who was wearing a white Taoist robe and had two horns on his head, hurried forward a few steps and came to Zhang Yang with a sincere and apologetic face.

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes, his words were obviously deceiving, no monk would play with his spirit treasure.

"Fellow daoist, don't listen to his nonsense. This spiritual treasure was passed down to me by my father before he died. It belongs to the family heirloom and cannot be lost. Fortunately, fellow daoist found it. Otherwise, I really don't know how to face my father's spirit in heaven. Fellow Daoist returns, I am extremely grateful."

With a leopard head and a leopard head wearing leopard prints, not to be outdone, he took a few steps forward, looked at Zhang Yang with a grateful face, and told the origin of the long knife. When he talked about his father, he forced out a few tears. The snot was shaking, the emotion was sincere and moving, and those who heard it were in tears, and it was sad to hear it.

"Excellent acting skills! If you are on the later earth, with this acting skills, the movie king or whatever will be a piece of cake." Seeing the sensational leopard's head, Zhang Yang sighed inwardly.

At this moment, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a tightness in his legs. Zhang Yang looked down, and was hugged by a young man who was barely stretched and had little flesh in his body. He looked at Zhang Yang with an aggrieved face.

"Fellow daoist, you are a pear branch pressing down on a begonia, you are the most arrogant, tall and mighty, suave, handsome, cute, lovable, unselfish and super handsome man, you have to make the decision Ah, this long knife is my companion spirit treasure, who knew that I was blown away just as soon as I took it out...

"Handsome and unrestrained? Everyone loves everyone? Flowers bloom?" Zhu Wuneng was weird about Zhang Yang, who was scorched all over his body. Zhang Yang's style is really chic!"

Where did this come from? !
Hearing the thin young man hugging his thigh, Hu Tu, Zhang Yang was full of black lines, wishing he had the urge to strangle him to death, but thinking that he still had his own plan to make a fortune, he resisted listening to it,

The others didn't dare to show weakness, and stepped forward one after another, telling about their fate with the sword in Zhang Yang's hand. Everyone said something different, but in the end, they all hoped that Zhang Yang could return it and thanked him deeply.

After finally waiting for everyone to finish speaking, Zhang Yang opened his mouth and said: "There is no free lunch in the world. You all have good reasons to say that it is your own, and it has extraordinary meaning to yourself. I am not sure whose it is."

Talking Zhang Yang paused, seeing several people's faces tense, staring at him closely, smiled slightly, and then said: "Well, since everyone said that you must thank you for returning the Lingbao, I will take a look at everyone. Sincerity depends on who pays more and more, then this Acquired Spirit Treasure belongs to him, because only the most important thing to oneself will be taken back at a price."

"This is for the benefit." The few people knew the meaning of Zhang Yang's words when they heard it. They couldn't give it to themselves for nothing, they had to pay some price.

"Fellow Daoist, do you see how many fairy grasses I have here, what do you think?" Yang Baa pondered for a while, took out some spiritual grasses, and handed them to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang nodded, did not speak, and turned his gaze to the others, which meant it was your turn.

"Fellow Daoist, I have a few purple gold stones here, which are the materials for refining Houtian Lingbao." Leopard head hesitated for a moment, and took out two stones that glowed with purple gold all over.

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In a blink of an eye, several people all took out things for themselves, which were either spirit grasses and fairy medicines, or refining materials. Zhang Yang didn't know much about these, and he didn't say much. Zhang Yang turned his attention to the last person. It was a thin young man hugging him and shouting at the sky.

The thin young man hesitated, and with a painful face, he took out a gray stone the size of an adult's fist, and slowly showed it to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang glanced at it, but didn't find anything special about the gray stone. He immediately lost interest, shook his head, and said loudly, "In that case, everyone, please give us your thanks!"

The contract has been sent, please rest assured to collect
(End of this chapter)