People look at Oriental ink like what they look at, this is just a ding, do you still need to communicate feelings?Especially Jiang Zhiguang knows that this is something that is often used when Ke Jian medicine is used, and it is still a shit!

“Did you get well?”Ginger deliberately tugged at oriental ink.

Oriental ink nodded: "Just coaxed."Then, he said to his own lonely Fengding, "Nightingale, quickly release the drug, yourself come out, after all, this Ding was also once a Zonglin thing, and I saw the excellent disciples of Zonglin's cultivation of medicine!"Eastern Mo said so on purpose.

Jiang Zhiguang heard this, suddenly felt that the words of Oriental Mo, or not the dream, or what else he did not see and do not know!

Look at this boy's face, it's not the former!

Involved, Jiang Jiang Zhiguang clenched his fist and held the colorful emulsion in his hand!

Suddenly, there was a golden light in people's eyes, not a simple one, but a lot of them, although they gathered together, and then, this ding seemed to be surging, inside the golden light, the chest of Oriental ink, suddenly appeared eight golden glitter things!

Looking closely, the outside of these eight drugs, all covered with a layer of golden light, golden light, even like dragon lines, Oriental ink is still calm smile, eyes on the body of ginger: "What hurry you are in a hurry, mine is dragon-printing spiritual medicine!" 」

“Oh my God!”

“I’m going, what do I see!”

“Mist grass, this is a dragon-printing spirit!”

After people were quiet for a moment, they suddenly realized what kind of god reversal appeared in front of them, Oriental ink, this just refined a color, reluctantly a young man who was forced to do it, and now, even refined out of the dragon-patterned emulsature, which really subverted people's cognition!

Even Jiang Zhiguang looked at these drugs in front of Oriental Mo.

Eastern ink is a big wave, these dragon-patterned spirits medicine received their own palms: "Jinger to light, our medicine is the same, and, I can tell you, all these medicinal herbs are used, can completely refine eight densits, you are a bit wasted!" 」

“The trough!”People no longer know what words to use to describe their mood, can only say such a word, expressed their shock.

Grade, crushing, quantity, crushing, ginger light loss is very thorough.

“Did you take it?”Oriental ink in one hand holding these eight dragon-patterned elves, the momentum is definitely condescending to look at the ginger to light, lightly ask questions.

"Oriental ink, you don't fly out for half a day, how did you come to the dragon's ethereal medicine!"Jiang Zhiguang is a little crazy, really do not want to believe the facts in front of him!

Oriental Mo's face suddenly colded down: "I have seen the shameless, I have never seen you so shameless, I ask you, how many dragon-patterned elves do you Zonglin school have?"

In a word, ask Jiang to light a little short, yes, the whole Zonglin school, only the master in a particularly smooth situation, once refined the dragon-patterned ethereal medicine, has now been left in the hands of the suzerain treasure as a town, even if there are as many as ten, but it is accumulated in the millennium, this oriental ink even refined eight in one breath...

When he realized this, Jiang Zhiguang's cold sweat came down, and he finally realized that he seemed to have entered the trap of Oriental ink, and it was a huge pit!

Oriental ink coldly smiled: "I didn't want to hide it from you!"“Hm!”Oriental ink directly a spirit flew into the lone phoenix, still with a bit of momentum, "Lonely phoenix ding pothole nomenclature nightingeer where."

“Master, the Nightingale is here!”With this clear voice ringing through this space, people only feel the body shaking in front of them, and the Oriental ink bows respectfully and respectfully, with a slender body and a faint blue color on their bodies.

The instrument.

When people still came from somewhere this spirit, Oriental Mo has brought the lone Fengding to himself with his own spirit: "Jing Zhiguang, this lonely Fengding in your Zonglin school for thousands of years, even no one knows that this is a magic weapon, so I won from Ke Jian's hand bet, can't let such good things never buried in your Zonglin school!" 」

"Cough..." When I heard the words of the instrument of the spirit soldier, everyone could not hold, the instrument of the spirit soldier, in this hidden heaven of the holy place means this!

Even Jiang Zhiguang's lips trembled: "This is a weapon soldier."

“Aren’t you blind?”The East said coldly.

Reach out and pull the nightingale up: "The nightingale is this solitary instrument, his body is the excellent Ulan, and finally, tell you, you do not have to move this lonely phoenix's mind, he has confessed to me, and is absolutely subject to it!"

Including Jiang Zhiguang, it's all stupid, like a chicken!

Finally, Oriental ink's eyes fell on Jiang Zhiguang: "Jian Zhiguang, if you do not believe, you can go back and ask Ke Jian, he saw this lonely phoenix recognition process!"

Jiang Zhiguang could no longer say a word, and it was as if he had been blocked in a clump of cotton in his throat, especially just now that he had used these colorful ethereal drugs to taunt people, what a joke!

"This..." Jiang Zhiguang's intestines are full of regrets, he has always been cautious, this time, how to enter the Great Pit of Oriental Mo?

Besides, why had he never heard of it?Now, Jiang Zhiguang suddenly realized that on the other side of the flood cave, it must be something that he did not know!

When the cold eyes of Oriental Menasen fell on his body, Jiang Zhiguang only felt that his back was cold, which was not related to cultivation, only the absolute aura, and the eastern ink field was strong.

I thought that Oriental Mo would shoot Jiang Zhiguo, but let people be surprised, Oriental Mo just turned back to his own spirit and said: "Nighting, these eight dragon-patterned elves for you to take out for cultivation, which is useful to you and your body of another divine knowledge, and then I will give you another knowledge of the body and its use, and then I will give you another time."These eight dragon-patyllic linguists oriental ink directly drifted and threw to the nightinge.

The nightingale lip horn was pumped, and his master was really generous, he had cultivated for so long, he had not touched the dragon-patterned ethereal medicine, suppressed the excitement of his heart, and reluctantly calmly took this dragon-patterned ethereal medicine to collect it.

Eastern Mo thought and let the nightingale return to the lonely phoenix.

This situation, but many people present in the scene swallowed a mouthful of water, especially some monsters, even very unscrupulous in the heart shouted: "Oriental ink, do you want to be spiritual, I am particularly willing to be your spiritual pet, you can personally go to find you to lock the soul jade!"

Naturally, these oriental ink are not known.

Gently clapping his hands, Oriental Mo turned to Jiang Zhiguang: “Now, I want to take my bet!”The last word fell, and Oriental Mo's eyes were already the same as the ice knife!

Jiang Zhiguang "pedaling" back, unable to control the trembling, touched the nine palace bracelets: "Oriental ink, I can give you all the things I have, I do not leave at all, but..." If Oriental Mo really wants to cut off his hands, how he will refine medicine in the future, how to cultivate, almost half a life, especially in Zonglin, a good disciple fell to this field, how to live.

The people around them raised their eyes, and the identity of Jiang Zhiguang was so embarrassed after losing the bet?

Jiang Zhiguang ignored the eyes of others, as long as it was the hands that could keep him, even if it was on his knees to ask for forgiveness, it did not matter!

But Oriental Mo did not give him this retreat at all, coldly said: "Give me all the nine bracelets on your body, if you can't do it, I'm willing to help you this!"

Jiang Zhiguang's fear has reached the extreme and has become anger, after all, this is a big relationship!

"Oriental Mo, what is this place, this is the Zonglin faction, do you really want to sow the field here!"Jiang Zhiguang changed the humble just now, straightening his back.

Oriental Mo coldly smiled: "Yes, this is the place, this is the Zonglin school, but also the mountain gate of the Zonglin school, you talk in front of so many people, so you do not count, what qualifications do you have to lick your face and say that you are a disciple of the Zonglin faction?"Should I teach you a good lesson for your teacher?”

People: “... is completely covered!

“Oriental ink, come and get it!”Jiang Zhiguang, for his own hands, has no face dignity, directly raised his full aura.

Oriental ink sneer, the power of his own blood directly stimulated, repaired to skyrocket, and raised his own cultivation between the fingers to a higher than Jiang Zhiguang, a nine-level occult king!

Ginger was shocked, what kind of means is this, too counter-intuitive, right?Doping for drugs?

However, Oriental Mo will not explain to him at all, and will not give him the space to think: "Then I will not be polite!"

The palms of the nine porous determination techniques, although only the first level, but the pressure of the nine-level king has suppressed the ginger light, ginger light can only barely use the strength to resist, Oriental ink easily reached out his waist between the nine palace bracelets left all the hands!

"Jian Zhiguang, these are part of your loss, the next, is..." At this moment, the Oriental ink's hand is a jade sword, green with purple, sometimes warm and mellow, sometimes cold, and the sword pointed, is Jiang Zhiguang's hands!

“Oriental ink, why do you cut off my hands, it doesn’t do you any good?”Jiang Zhiguang was a little desperate, and the huge pressure made him unable to escape if he wanted to escape!

Eastern Smiling, “Why?To give the innocent dead spirit!"Oriental ink's head can also clearly reflect the helplessness and unwillingness of the animal woman.