Anger flashed in his eyes, and Gong Yang Ming said, "I heard that you were bullied by a boy in the rock neck. He is seeking death."

"It's Talmu telling you again, this dog slave."

"I asked Talmu and he told me what I had nothing to do." Gong Yang Ming spent a lot of effort to bribe Talmu's follower guard, but he didn't want to see Talmu being sent away.

Nangong Chunshui's gorgeous eyes slightly turned, and he looked at Gong Yang Ming and said: "Look at your calm breath, it seems that you have advanced to the first level of Qiankun Realm to cultivate, which is good."

Gong Yang Ming's face flashed with pride and said modestly: "The Nangong Clan Chief has been too rewarded and has made a breakthrough a few days ago. Compared with the Mansion Village back then, it is not worth mentioning."

Nangong Mei curled her lips and said, "My mother is not necessarily a little worse, she is much better than you."

It is not unreasonable that Nangong Chunshui is called the legend of a woman in the desert. She advanced to the Qiankun realm at the age of 27, and now she is at the sixth level of the Qiankun realm at the age of 38. Her talent and achievements are so high that she can rank among the top ten in the Tianhuang Desert.

"Of course, how can I compare with the Nangong clan leader?" Gong Yang Ming smiled bitterly.

After her proud body turned around, Nangong Mei said with a strange look in her eyes: "You really have to help me take revenge."

Gong Yang Ming nodded and said coldly: "Of course, I also want to see who doesn't have eyes."

"Okay! But you have to remember that everything you get outside is mine, you are not allowed to look at it and touch it." Nangong Mei was a little moved. A monk from Qiankun realm was beside him. The boy should be dead, but he was a little afraid that Gong Yang Ming would compete with him for those good treasures. After all, that boy should have many secrets.

Gong Yang Ming was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, why would I fight with you? Xiaomei was joking!"

Nangong Mei snorted, "Let's go out tomorrow! You go back first."

After leaving the Nangong family complex, Gong Yang Ming walked on the street with a stern and a stern face, "Little bitch, I thought I was something, but I didn't even want to miss me. If your mother hadn't become the patriarch, I would have used some tricks, and you wouldn't be able to get it right. This time I went to chase that kid, and you must be my obediently. Of course, this matter must be more secret and you can't let Nangong Chunshui know."

"Bang"

Gong Yang Ming staggered slightly and took a step back.

"I'm sorry! I accidentally bumped into you. I have something urgent to do at home, so I'm rushing back." A nimble young man bent over to Yang Ming, apologized, and then hurriedly ran towards the alley next to him.

A cold light flashed in Gong Yang Ming's eyes, and he subconsciously touched the wallet on his waist, and disappeared.

"Looking for death." Gong Yang Ming, who was worried that there was no place to ejaculate, curled a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, clenched his fist with his right hand, and a light blue light gathered on it, and then attacked the Jiajie Youth from afar.

"boom!"

A blood hole exploded behind him, and the agile young man made a swirl and flew onto the wall, and then slowly slid to the ground.

"A monk in Qiankun realm!"

Many sneaky figures around him took a breath and all hid and hid.

"What's wrong!" On the avenue not far away, several patrol monks walked over with gloomy faces.

Gong Yang Ming said arrogantly: "I want to ask you what else! My dignified young master of the Yang family was actually stolen in Mota City."

Several patrol monks saw Gong Yang Ming's appearance clearly and were shocked. They said respectfully and humbly: "Young Master Gong Yang, you are frightened. I will punish these people severely immediately and I will give you an explanation."

One of the patrol guards walked to the dead young man's body, kicked the other person away, and picked up the purse that was grabbed by the other person, "You dare to steal the money from Master Yang, you deserve it if you die!"

After saying that, he kicked the corpse a few more times before coming over and handed the purse to Gong Yang Ming.

"Forget it, the person is dead, I don't want to pursue it either. You guys are busy with yours!" Gong Yang Ming turned around and left, saying indifferently.

“Yes, yes…”

The patrol captain asked, "Do you see who the stolen boy is?"

The patrol monk who went to get his purse replied: "It seems to be Li Baoer from West Lane."

The ordinary alleys in Mota City also have names, and only those poor and dilapidated places represent the names of the alleys in one direction.

"It seems his mother is sick! This kid is a novice."

"Oh, he is unlucky. If it were someone else, why did he choose Master Gongyang? Now that people die, his mother can only wait for death." A patrol monk with kind face sighed.

The patrol captain said lightly: "We have collected some money and sent it over!"

Lin Fenghan rode on the running salamander, running his true energy and nourishing his dantian. After a few hours, Lin Fenghan looked at the sky and called the salamander, "Stop and spend the night here today."

The body of the salamander slid several feet on the sand surface and stopped.

At night, a little fire swayed and turbulent in the vast desert. From a distance, you can see a tent lying on the back of the hill, and the fire rays came out from it.

Sitting cross-legged on the mattress inside the tent, Lin Fenghan closed his eyes slightly, and he adjusted his breathing slowly, calmly and vigorously.

Outside the tent, a huge black shadow was blocking the front, and the violent panting sound of "huffing" seemed very obvious in the quiet night, with two big eyes staring at the starry sky blankly.

The true essence produced by the Transformation Yuan Water is extremely pure. With this, Lin Fenghan continues to nourish the most serious dantian, which is much faster than absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into true energy to repair it.

Feeling a drop of Transformation Water transformed into a vigorous true energy in the body, Lin Fenghan tightly guarded his mind and worked hard to regulate the true energy and the true energy in his body to make the small circulation.

One hour later, the true essence group in the Dantian increased by a little.

Two hours later, the true essence group in the Dantian increased by a point again.

After three hours, the true energy group in the dantian swelled hard for a few times, but in the end it only increased slightly.

When his eyes opened, a ray of light flashed through his pupils. Lin Fenghan slowly let out a breath and felt the strength of the true energy. He should have reached the peak of the fourth level of the Basic Realm. After the Dantian is completely repaired, he can recover to the third level of the Daochu Realm. As for other injuries in his body, he has to take it slowly and cannot be anxious.

One night passed.

The sun is scorching and the yellow sand is long. Lin Fenghan, standing on the back of the salamander, could already see the huge yellow city in the distance, like an ancient monster entrenched in the desert, with the majesty revealing the vastness of the desert.

"We have to part for the time being. If you are willing to follow me, wait for me at five miles in front of Huangsha City. If you don't want to, live your own life!" Lin Fenghan jumped to the head of the Salamander and patted the other party's big head.

The Salamander panted, his eyes rolled and he shook his head.

Lin Fenghan was surprised and asked, "You are willing to follow me."

The Salamander nodded and stared at the ring on Lin Fenghan's hand.
Chapter completed!