An orange afterimage flashed, and the visitor let out a cry of pain, covered his face and retreated quickly, on his arms, wounds of flesh and blood could be seen, and there were also several wounds of flesh and blood on his cheeks, and the blood flowed continuously along the wounds dripping
Without waiting for the situation to get worse, Li Xin, the shopkeeper, stepped forward and stood between the two, beckoning to be a peacemaker.
"Harmony makes money, harmony makes money"
Qin Yang smiled cheerfully, with an undisguised schadenfreude on his face, whoever the hell is this person, if he first met him, he would let go of his majesty and want to play tricks, this son of a bitch is probably out of his wits, This kind of small trick, also want to bully yourself?
The fat orange cat dodged and returned to Qin Yang's shoulder, slumped there like a lump of fat, with its paws in its mouth, head down, and stared coldly.
The ugly donkey, with its thick horns on its head, squinted its eyes, grinned and laughed non-stop. Bubbles kept popping out of its mouth, making a donkey bray when it laughed. This man was bubbling stupidly, did he pat his shoulder casually?
The handsome-looking guy on the opposite side had a gloomy face at the moment, with murderous intent in his eyes. Qin Yang pretended not to see it, and cheerfully cupped his hands at the big shopkeeper: "Boss shopkeeper, who is this guy with a temper?"
"This is Yang Rong, the only son of the second shopkeeper, Yang Guochang. Shopkeeper Qiu, don't mind a misunderstanding." The big shopkeeper stared at the fat orange cat on Qin Yang's shoulder, with a strange look in his eyes, which he hadn't seen at all just now. There was a fat orange cat
Thinking of the terrifying speed displayed by the fat orange cat in an instant, the shopkeeper suddenly felt a little jealous. This one is not the same as the rumored one. It is definitely not a wild path of shit luck
"Oh, I thought it was the second shopkeeper" Qin Yang showed a dazed face, then turned his head and smiled, his figure flickered, his whole body was radiant, and he appeared in front of Yang Rong in an instant, punching Yang Rong's face Door.
? Yang Rong was astonished. He never expected that the third shopkeeper of Yeluzi, who couldn't even reach Shenhai, dared to do it directly.
In a hurry, the cassock on his body floated, and the runes and dao patterns lit up, forming a large net of light and blocking it in front of him.
Qin Yang's face was sullen, and he kept walking. Suddenly, there was a flash of thunder on his fist. The thunder was enveloped, and a terrifying and pure aura of destruction diffused, instantly bombarding Yang Rong's protection.
At the moment of contact, a destructive thunder burst out, forcibly ripping off the protection, punching Yang Rong's face, flying him upside down, and falling into the company's forbidden group. rise suddenly.
Yang Rong fell into the forbidden group, shrouded in aura, endless killing moves kept falling, looking in a panic, but Qin Yang got the power and entered the forbidden group, a pair of iron fists, aimed at Yang Rong's face, and kept bombarding him. .
The miserable screams resounded through the head office, and the big shopkeepers outside were startled, their eyelids twitching wildly. The new third shopkeeper is simply a dog-tempered person, turning his face as soon as he says it
Before he could make a move, he saw a flash of sword light, plunged into the forbidden group, and rushed towards Qin Yang's back.
Qin Yang sneered, his body turned slightly, his left shoulder turned into a body of water, and at the moment when the sword light cut through the water, the body of water suddenly dissipated, and he stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of a long sword in vain .
The long sword is in one piece, the whole body is cast together, blue and white, with a trace of breeze lingering on it, Qin Yang grabbed the hilt, his muscles locked the sword body, and the divine light of Yuan Magnetic floated in his palm, covering the fiercely trembling sword body, slowly from The forbidden group came out.
At this time, I saw an old man who looked fifty or sixty years old, with a gloomy complexion, and a three-point resemblance to Yang Rong between his brows, who presumably was the second shopkeeper Yang Guochang.
"Big shopkeeper, if Chen Cangzhou doesn't need me, the new third shopkeeper, let's just say it, I don't have to come here to be the third shopkeeper, it's just the order of the headquarters, it's hard to refuse, since it's not welcome here, I'll go to the headquarters immediately and ask for my resignation." Qin Yang held the hilt of his sword, without drawing out his long sword, and just turned around and left.
Qin Yang was about to leave on the ugly donkey, Yang Guochang and Li Xin's complexions suddenly changed, Li Xin quickly stopped in front of Qin Yang, smiled wryly and said something nice: "Shopkeeper Qiu, if you have something to say, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding That's all"
Seeing that Qin Yang didn't respond, Li Xin got angry, glared at Yang Guochang, and said in a serious tone: "Master Yang, it's just a misunderstanding!"
"It turned out to be the new shopkeeper Qiu. Yang didn't know shopkeeper Qiu, so he acted recklessly. I hope shopkeeper Qiu will forgive me." Yang Guochang forced a smile and apologized.
"Yeah, it's just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding" The shopkeeper continued to help explain.
If you don¡¯t help, you can¡¯t help. The new third shopkeeper just came to report, but at the gate of his own house, the second shopkeeper stuck a sword in his shoulder. If people go to the headquarters like this, the two of them??I gave you a spirit weapon, and it was a high-grade spirit weapon, which is too polite.
It just so happens that I don't have a good sword in hand, so keep it as a spare.
Qin Yang was not surprised if he couldn't catch it when he used the pick-up skill.
Stimulating the supernatural powers, the destructive thunder floats in the palm, continuously penetrates into the long sword, relying on the destructive thunder light, violently washes the imprint inside, as for whether it will hurt the sword, it doesn't matter, anyway, it comes for nothing, It doesn't matter if you lose a little power.
Besides, I am not a sword cultivator, so I don't cherish swords so much.
The thunder light penetrated into the sword body, and the sword body began to tremble slightly again, trying to break free.
Qin Yang waved his hand and sprinkled the divine light of Yuan Magnetic, covering the sword body, and held the sword body with both hands, tightly controlling it.
After the thunder light penetrated for a while, Qin Yang couldn't help showing surprise.
"Oh, this is the old bastard's completely refined magic weapon. It seems that the old bastard really wants to kill Lao Tzu on the spot."
The magic weapon is completely refined, that is, it has been refined ten to ten percent. At this time, the magic weapon is like a part of the monk's body. It can be used like an arm and finger, and it can exert ten percent of the power of the magic weapon.
The higher ones only have the monk's natal magic weapon, which can grow together with the monk, and can exert 120% of the power of the magic weapon, but there is usually only one natal magic weapon.
There will be very few magic weapons that have been refined to ten percent, only three or four at most.
But if this is the case, no matter if the magic weapon is damaged or taken away, as long as the mark inside collapses, all monks will suffer backlash, just like a part of the body is forcibly severed.
After confirming this point, Qin Yang became even more ruthless in attacking. He didn't care whether it would destroy the magic weapon or not. The thunder light was forcibly poured into the body of the sword, and swept across it unreasonably. All the imprints inside were forcibly destroyed, even the magic weapon inside Many of the prohibitions were damaged.
Half an hour later, the Qingbai long sword trembled slightly, let out a mournful cry, and completely stopped moving. The imprint inside was completely destroyed, and many restrictions were also destroyed.
The rank of the magic weapon has fallen to the middle-grade spiritual weapon
At the same time, in Yang Guochang's house, Yang Guochang's complexion changed, and he became extremely pale in an instant. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath weakened a lot.
"It took only half an hour, but he was able to wash off my mark, even at the risk of destroying the spiritual weapon, how cruel"
Even though Yang Guochang was shocked and surprised, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and completely overturned his previous plan in his heart.
If shopkeeper Qiu dared to do this, he was going to turn his face completely. It seems that the previous calculation was wrong. He is not a lucky man at all.
However, it doesn't matter, the future will be long
"Father" Yang Rong walked in from the outside, and most of the injuries on his body had recovered, but only the injury from the orange cat's scratch was still cut open, and the blood kept oozing out, showing no tendency to heal at all.
"Father, the elixir is useless, the wound scratched by that dead cat can't heal at all." Yang Rong was panicked.
The wounds on his body were not small, and the wounds were bleeding continuously, which could not be stopped, but within a short time, the blood that flowed out had already stained his clothes red.
Yang Guochang looked at it for a while, but he couldn't see anything special, but this ordinary skin wound couldn't heal. Thinking of the new guess before, and thinking of the ordinary-looking fat orange cat, his face became even more gloomy.
"You go down first, take some blood-enriching medicine, and wrap up the wound, this injury can't kill anyone." Yang Guochang waved his hand and dismissed Yang Rong.
"Father, do you just let this wild country bumpkin go like this?" Yang Rong was shocked.
"Get out!" Yang Guochang kicked him out angrily
On the other side, Qin Yang used the pick-up skill, and this time he picked it up successfully. Qin Yang immediately had a new idea
Gladly put away the blue and white long sword, lit a bonfire in the yard, roasted three big birds at one go, and rewarded the fat orange cat.
"Boss, you did a good job. These three don't count among the ten birds. I gave them away for free. Next time the idiot father and son mess up again, I'll cut their necks, and each of them will have five birds."
The fat orange cat looked disdainful
Then, straighten up and assume a posture of surrender.