Fantasy: Signing in to the Supreme Taoist Bones at the beginning

Chapter 126

"Who's making trouble?"

The subordinates of the martial arts dojo grabbed the madman who rushed to shout and shouted: "Do you want to die?"

"Don't want to die, my lord! Villain, I definitely don't want to die. I know the Sanshu, it's his friend, you let me in, I'm going to talk to him. "

The person who came was Xiao Er Afu, who lost money in gambling and went crazy here.

The head of the martial arts dojo looked at Lynch, meaning that as long as you say you don't know, we will throw him out immediately.

But saw Lin Qi waved his hand and said, "It's my friend, let him help me in." "

Okay."

The person in charge let Fu in, and told Lin Qi again: "You only have two hours to heal your injuries, hurry up."

"Well, understood."

Lynch nodded, and Na Fu reluctantly helped him into the cultivation room.

After closing the door, he sat on the ground with his butt and cried: "I lost, it's all because of you!" You don't have that diamond diamond, why do you take porcelain work, you lose me money! "

The guy started spilling.

If it weren't for his usefulness, Lynch's temper would have directly punched him to death.

You lost something about Lao Tzu, and it was not Lao Tzu who asked you to gamble.

"Lose money, lose money, if you don't lose money, I won't let you heal, and you will die worse in a while." That woman is clamoring to kill you!

Fu called as he reached into Lynch's arms, wanting to touch the elixir.

Anyway, Lynch has been seriously injured, and he can't beat himself, so when will he wait if he doesn't grab it now?

"Hehe, you're really bold."

Lin Qi suddenly smiled and looked at Ah Fu coldly.

Ah Fu was stunned, frightened by this look, and was about to retreat.

But seeing that Lynch suddenly made a move, the speed was as fast as electricity, and he didn't see it clearly, so he was grabbed by the wrist.

I only felt that my wrist seemed to be pinched by iron tongs, and the painful person sweated coldly.

"You're not hurt, it's all pretended! You are playing a fake match, you and Wang Zhongqiang are in a gang!

Afu exclaimed.

But the voice was blocked by Lynch's mental power, and it couldn't get out at all.

"Little Afu, little Afu, the second little one, the realm is low, but you are bold, robbing my things in front of me, you are really impatient."

Lin Qi sneered, and his eyes shot out essence light, which was like two shadows, directly into the pupils of Afu's eyes.

Dementorship!

With the strength of Lin Qi's mental power, even Cheng Hao, who had a heavy Qi Realm, could control it, and he couldn't control a waste junior.

In the blink of an eye, this Fu became a walking dead, and his eyes lost the shrewd little eyes of the past, replaced by slightly dull and confused eyes.

But Lynch wasn't happy with that.

In the past few months, his spiritual power has improved a lot, and the means of soul dementorship should definitely be improved, and he can't be so inferior all the time.

So he thought of distraction.

This technique is a chicken rib, an exaggeration, but very masochistic, Lynch originally did not intend to cultivate it.

But at this time, he had a clever move and began to divide his spiritual power by means of distraction.

However, instead of splitting it into two segments from the middle, only a very small part is intercepted.

Even so, the tingling in my mind made people tremble and cold sweat flowed.

Fortunately, Lynch's strength has improved, and he has very little interception, which can be endured.

Half a day passed.

He finally intercepted a small piece of spiritual power, and then sent spiritual power into Afu's brain.

"This should be puppetry."

Lynch smiled slightly, very satisfied with this invention.

Although he had not come into contact with the real puppet technique, he forcibly used the Soul Dementor to disperse the opponent's spiritual power and put his own spiritual power into it.

Isn't the other party their own puppet?

The only downside is that the puppet's life is short.

After all, it was also the first time to use Afu for an experiment.

Anyway, this guy has bad intentions and is bold, and he dares to touch something on his body and rob him, not to smash him to death with a punch, but to leave him with a whole corpse, which is already his Lynch's mercy!

If he has a spirit in heaven, he should be thankful to Dade.

"Little Afu, go out and buy me Ma Ziwei to die in a while. Don't you like to gamble, let you gamble this time?

Lynch laughed to himself.

In fact, without opening his mouth, he can control it with mental power, and even as long as the distance is not far away, he can also observe the surroundings through Afu's eyes.

But just in case, Lynch stuffed a formation plate into Fu's arms.

Monitor the array!

Even if he stayed in the cultivation room, he could see the surroundings around Afu.

Having done all this, Lynch asked Fu to leave the cultivation room.

At this time, outside the cultivation room, Zhao Feibai and the others were still guarding, and when he saw A Fu come out, he made a look and asked his junior brother to follow.

The junior brother followed behind Ah Fu, and saw Ah Fu standing at the door of the betting point, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Time passes slowly.

That junior brother watched Ah Fu go back and forth, and did not bet, but only felt extremely bored, and couldn't help but yawn.

"This little two had a hook-up with that scattered cultivator and stayed in the cultivation room for a long time, but I didn't know what trick they were playing. However, that Sanxiu was seriously injured, and it was useless to play tricks again, at most, let Xiao Er buy him and be killed by Junior Sister Ma, hehe.

This junior disciple sneered in his heart.

He didn't believe that the scattered cultivation could still go against the sky.

Even Wang Zhongqiang can't beat it, but he can still beat Junior Sister Ma, dream.

But suddenly, he saw Ah Fu rushing to the betting point, and from his arms, he felt a large pile of porcelain bottles, and said, "Bet all!" Abma Ziwei was killed!

"Brother is bold!"

The people inside laughed and were not impressed.

There are desperate people every day, is everyone worth paying attention to?

Moreover, even if it is a fake fist, their martial arts dojo will lose money, and they are not afraid at all.

In fact, even if Ma Ziwei was really killed, their martial arts dojo still made a profit.

Because no one bet on Ma Ziwei to die, this is the first one, but the odds are only one to six.

In a word, no one can win a martial arts dojo.

The winner is always the dealer!

However, although the person in charge of registering and issuing the ticket did not care, the junior brother of the Flying Snow Mountain Villa who had been staring at Afu trembled with shock.

He knew that they had all been deceived by that kid and became a stepping stone for that kid!

That kid pretended to be injured by Wang Zhongqiang, just to carry Junior Sister Ma's head to the throne.

They thought that this kid wanted compensation for those ten second-order lower pills, but in fact, this kid was more ambitious and wanted more!

Although he lost ten pills to Wang Zhongqiang, he bet at least ten bottles of second-order lower pills here.

The odds of one to six, if he wins, then he will net fifty bottles of pills, and a bottle of pills is ten, that is a whole five hundred!

A million profits, this is the real one million profits.

Although he didn't know where this kid got so many pills, he knew one thing, that is, he had to go back immediately to report this terrible news.

In any case, Junior Sister Ma can't be allowed to go up and send him to death.

That scattered cultivation of the anonymous clan is by no means as simple as it appears, he must have hidden the realm!

But before he could rush out a few steps, he suddenly heard a "dang" sound.

This was followed by a loud roar.

"Contest, begin!"

Hearing these four words, the junior brother's legs instantly softened, and he finished shouting.

It turned out that when he was monitoring this little two, unconsciously, two hours had passed, and the little two was stuck in the last time point bet, and he actually calculated the time and did not give them the slightest chance.

With a heavy heart, this junior disciple did not know how he returned to the cultivation room stand.

"Senior Brother Zhao."

He saw Zhao Feibai, and said in a low voice: "That little two bet on more than a dozen bottles of second-order lower pindan pills to buy Junior Sister Ma to die." Zhao

Feibai's face changed, his eyes looked straight at the competition platform, his fists were clenched, and his body trembled slightly.

He has always had an indescribable feeling in his heart, but he didn't expect it to really come true?

But since they promised to compete, they have already fallen into the trap and cannot turn back.

In the martial arts dojo, there is no option to admit defeat.

If you go to the competition platform, you will either be killed by someone, or the enemy's subordinates will show mercy.

Just like Wang Zhongqiang before, he showed mercy to Lin Qi's subordinates.

But now, Lynch bought a big bet to let Ma Ziwei die, will he be merciful?

Apparently impossible!

Zhao Feibai's heart was extremely nervous, but at the same time he was slightly relieved, because he did not do nothing, but had already prepared.

Just in case, he not only gave Junior Sister Ma the White Frost Sword, but also a Qi Bao.

Although it is a broken qi treasure, it can only be activated once, but it is an invincible qi treasure in the Qi Realm, and killing that nameless kid is definitely not a problem!

"Hmph, if you want to step on our Flying Snow Villa, how can you succeed!"

Zhao Feibai snorted coldly in his heart.

He didn't know that Lynch didn't want to step on anyone at all, just to take revenge.

Of course, it is also a pleasure to earn some money in addition to revenge.

Let Ma Ziwei, a mortal person, exert his residual heat to compensate him for the pain of Lynch lying in bed for a year of cold poison!