Chapter 52: my money!

Chapter 52 My Money!

Chapter 52 My Money!

The shopkeeper was helpless and had to let Duhu eat a soul-saving pills and answer the questions.

Wuzhou City will roar, "You killed my sister-in-law?"

"Exactly."

"How did you kill?"

"I asked her first, what Ding Hao bought from her. After asking, cut her throat!"

"Beast!" Pianjiang shouted sharply, "Why are you killing him?"

Duhu said blankly, "If you keep her alive, others will know that Ding Hao's bottle of Demon Wood Seeds was purchased from her, so it's not easy to frame Ding Hao."

"Sure enough!" Ling Yunxiao was furious and shouted, "Duhu, let me ask you, who made this idea and who is framing Ding Hao?"

The treasurer Tang Da's face was so gloomy that black clouds filled the sky, he put on his long sleeves, gave a cold snort, and left first.

Duhu opened his mouth and said blankly, "It's the big shopkeeper. He said that the only way to kill Ding Hao and avenge Dulang. If this woman is alive, it's hard to say that Ding Hao is a demon cultivator."

"That's it!" Ling Yunxiao looked at the back of Tang Da's shopkeeper and snorted coldly, "Big shopkeeper, why are you leaving in a hurry? Did you hear clearly, this is the so-called Wuzhou genius colluding with the demon way, I advise you to do things? Don't go too far!"

The treasurer of Tang Da looked gloomy, turned around and shouted at Duhu, "Aren't you going to wait for death?"

Duhu quickly followed.

Wuzhou will kowtow, "City Lord, can this be the end of the hatred? I ask the City Lord to call the shots!"

Ling Yunxiao's face changed a few times, and he sat down and sighed, "I'll talk about it later."

This is the case in the Kyushu world. The immortal master kills the day after tomorrow; the day after tomorrow kills the mortal; the genius kills the non-genius... These are all innocent, and they die for nothing. What's more, Duhu was a member of the Tang royal family, and this matter was the order of the treasurer of Tang, the Tang family business and the elders of the later stage of Qi refining, Ling Yunxiao would only pay humiliation if he continued to pursue it.

Although Wuzhou Pianjiang was unwilling, he had no choice but to help.

The weak prey on the weak, and the strong overpower the weak. This is the unchanging truth of this world.

Ling Yunxiao let out a sigh and looked at Ding Hao. He was in a much better mood and said, "Ding Hao, since you have such a heaven-defying fairy root skill, why didn't you say it earlier and make us happy too!"

Ding Hao said, "City Lord, originally I didn't know that I had this fairy root skill. I hadn't practiced before, or I discovered Pingbu Qingyun's fairy root skill when I practiced recently."

"So, no matter what, this is worth celebrating! You must make good use of this specialty, maintain your superiority in realm, and surpass other geniuses!"

In fact, Ding Hao's nonsense of the fairy root skills of "Ping Qingyun".

But if you don't say that, how can others believe it?

Moreover, in the future, Ding Hao's cultivation speed will be very fast, he might as well vaccinate everyone earlier. In the future, anyone who says that his Ding Hao cultivation base has improved too quickly, he can use this excuse as a prevarication.

Ling Yunxiao looked at Ding Hao very satisfied, stood up and was ready to leave.

Before I left, I saw the leaves of the Seven-scared Tree, wondering, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Ding Hao took out a small porcelain bottle and said, "Master City Lord, I have nothing to do with the kid, and refining some special effects to heal the wounds. I want to dedicate it to the Lord City Lord. This thing is very precious, such a large cart full of leaves of the seven wounded tree I only practiced this bottle of Healing Powder."

"So many leaves are refined into such a little powder." Ling Yunxiao was a little surprised.

Refining pills and medicines is all technical work, Ling Yunxiao didn't take it seriously at first, and he didn't believe that Ding Hao could make any good things. But seeing so many leaves finally refined into this little powder, he was also a little curious, "This healing powder is also very effective?"

Ding Hao said, "Regardless of the multiple traumas, after smearing them, the wound will heal in a few seconds. After a few seconds, you will be as good as before!"

"This kind of medicinal effect!" Ling Yunxiao said in surprise, "This kind of effect is almost the same as that of a spirit-level pill. Is it true?"

At the moment, some warlords took the initiative to test the medicine for Ling Yunxiao. One of them immediately cut a wound on the arm muscle with a knife. After spraying the healing powder, he immediately saw that the wound stopped bleeding, closed, and recovered. There are no traces.

Ling Yunxiao was shocked, "This healing effect is faster than ordinary spirit-level pills, and even better! Great!" He asked again, "Ding Hao, have you studied alchemy?"

Ding Hao smiled and said, "I just thought about it."

"Thinking about it can be done like this!" Ling Yunxiao was shocked, but he could only use the word genius to describe it.

Ding Hao said again, "This Healing San is specially refined for Lord Santo. Lord Santo cares so much. I really don't remember Ding Hao. I deliberately refined these Healing Sans and give it to the adults.

Ling Yunxiao said with joy, "It's rare that Wuzhou geniuses are not only highly qualified, but also so motivated, okay! I accept it!"

Ding Hao took the opportunity to say, "City Lord, I am more interested in these spirit trees and spirit grasses recently. I don't know where to find them?"

If he wants to break through and upgrade, he must use the Spirit Wood Demon Wood, but he never knew where to find it, so he just asked Ling Yunxiao.

Ling Yunxiao said, "Spirit grass and wood are all in the medicinal garden, but these things are more difficult to grow in the will of heaven. I will ask you to **** you to the Lingzhi District in the northern border of Wuzhou to see... just you Cultivation cannot be delayed."

"Sanctuary, don't worry, I know it naturally!"

...

It is always early in summer.

Early in the morning, Xia Chan was screaming on the branch, although it was protected by the heavenly shield, the sun was very warm.

But at this moment, the little prince's face was gloomy like winter ice.

"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be like this, Ling Yunxiao is really going to support him to the end!" The little prince knew the situation report last night, his face was ugly.

Originally, he thought that the big shopkeeper must be successful, and he successfully eliminated his own stumbling block. But unexpectedly, things turned out to be counterproductive, making him very embarrassed and embarrassed now!

Duhu gritted his teeth and said, "It's all the little beast surnamed Ding. It's too cunning! With Ling Yunxiao's wholehearted shelter, the big shopkeeper can't help him!"

The little prince asked again, "Has the big shopkeeper gone back?"

Duhu said, "The shopkeeper said he had no face to stay here and left in a hurry last night."

"Then I have no face?" The little prince sat down and sighed, "I didn't expect it to be like this. Fortunately, you just mentioned the big shopkeeper. If you tell me, I think Ling Yunxiao will be deprived on the spot. I am eligible to participate in the test in Wuzhou!"

Duhu asked, "What should I do?"

"What else can I do, stop for a while." The little prince didn't have any good ideas now, and suddenly remembered something. He took out fifty million taels of silver bills from his sleeves and handed them to Duhu. You can’t use the silver ticket anymore. You get the silver number and deposit it back to my account."

"Yes." Duhu went to Yinhao with the silver ticket.

At this moment, there was a faint spiritual shock from the next room, and the little prince moved his face, stood up, and walked out.

After a while, the door of the next room creaked open, and a sturdy boy came out.

All young people in this world are early-minded, especially those who have been resuscitated, and their bodies will grow quickly.

Although Ding Juncai is only ten years old, he is much taller now, and he looks like fourteen or five.

The little prince smiled and said, "Half a month broke through to the fourth stage of congenital, not bad, you really are very strong!"

Ding Juncai smiled happily, "Isn't it thanks to the little prince's Pill of Heaven?" After he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to ask, "What is the reason for the small waste?"

The little prince's face suddenly turned gloomy, "This kid has practiced Tibetan Yuan Gong, which looks like four stages from the outside."

"What?" Ding Juncai felt a bolt from the blue, he thought he was fast enough.

However, he stabilized his emotions and comforted himself. After all, he is a super-first-grade genius.

He opened his mouth and said, "After all, small waste is a super-grade one, and it's normal to cultivate faster than me! This kid is really tricky, he also cultivates some Tibetan Yuangong, his real cultivation base should be longer than mine, the most is Five paragraphs and six paragraphs, you can guess, what else can you hide?"

The little prince smiled bitterly, "His actual strength is already in the seventh stage, and the lone wolf was killed by him."

"What!" After Ding Jun heard this, his open mouth couldn't close for a long time.

"How could it be possible for the first seven dan? You know, three to four, six to seven, there are two bottlenecks here! How could he break through the bottleneck so easily? I don't believe it!"

The little prince said, "Now I have found out that his flame beast fairy root has a fairy root skill called Pingbu Qingyun. Therefore, he can get twice the result with half the effort in his practice, and he can easily pass through the bottleneck, so his cultivation is far beyond ordinary people."

"Fairy pace..." Ding Juncai felt a bitterness in his mouth.

Originally, he thought that the little prince was his backer, and with his desperate efforts, one day he could defeat Ding Hao.

But now it seems that this is just a dream at all! An impossible dream!

He easily ran ahead, shaking him out of sight.

"God, why do you do this to me?" Ding Juncai shouted with his fist clenched.

The little prince moved his eyes and said again, "If you really want revenge, I have a way."

Ding Juncai immediately puffed to the little prince and knelt down and said, "Little prince, the purpose of my cultivation is not for my own future. I just want revenge and kill Ding Hao! If the little prince has a way, Ding Jun will all be willing, even if it is hard. No matter how tired or even terrible, I am willing to accept it!"

"Okay!" The little prince slapped his hands. "You tell me, I know the leaders of a certain race outside the territory. They benefit from my Tang family and are willing to help me..."

"Extraterritorial race!" Ding Juncai heard his heart pounding and blurted out, "That's not the way of the devil..."

The little prince did not hide it from him, and said with a gloomy expression, "You can choose to refuse!"

"No, I want to go, as long as I can be promoted to the maximum before the test, I am willing! Even if I fall into the abyss! I will never regret it!"

"Good!" The little prince was overjoyed!

While he was talking to Ding Juncai, Duhu paled outside and ran back and said, "It's not good, Little Prince, Yinhao said this silver ticket is a fake ticket."

"How is it possible? This silver ticket was issued by them the day before yesterday!" The little prince took it over and looked at it, exactly the same as before.

Duhu said, "But the mark of Providence on the silver ticket has expired!"

"How is it possible!" The little prince tried the mark of Providence with his hand, and his handsome face was suddenly pale, and he roared, "What's going on! Fifty million taels! Ah! How could the mark of Providence become invalid! money!!"

(End of this chapter)