blood contract

The middle-aged male and female monks looked at each other, as if they had a clear understanding of each other.

The middle-aged female cultivator smiled gently and said, "She has a Xuanbing Toad in her hand."

The words are simple and clear. The monks who come here are not here for Xuan Bingchan.

The man turned his head slightly, quickly looked at Lingling with his ice-blue eyes, and then said coldly: "Just because she is a mortal and has the Black Ice Toad in her hand, do you want to kill her?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged male and female cultivators knew that this person was not on their side. Although this person's cultivation level was one level higher than theirs, if they really wanted to fight, this person might not be their opponent.

He snorted coldly, "Your Excellency, this is not your first day in the world, so you will not know the principle of survival of the weak and the weak. Isn't it a bit self-defeating to make enemies between a mere mortal and me?"

The middle-aged male cultivator said this cleverly, implying that the world of cultivation is inherently cruel and rare treasures are hard to find. Now mortals have treasures in their hands. After killing her, the three of them will share the treasures equally. Wouldn't they be happy?

Lingling was not afraid either, and his smart eyes kept scanning back and forth on the three of them.

"..." The ice-blue eyes under the man's half-mask were even colder, and he snorted coldly, "Then what you mean is that I am stronger than you, so I can kill you all at will."

As soon as these words came out, Lingling immediately stepped back and left the man's side.

The middle-aged male cultivator shouted to the female cultivator: "Do it."

Suddenly, the middle-aged female cultivator held out a treasure fan, the runes flashed fluorescently, and it flew towards the cloaked man with a swish.

Wherever he passed, the trees were broken. The middle-aged male cultivator drew a big knife, his body turned into a black light, and he also slashed across it.

One in front and one behind, forming a pincer attack. The man in the cloak pursed his thin lips tightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He calmly raised his left hand and waved it, and easily flicked the precious fan away. With a slender finger of his right hand, he pinched the middle-aged man. A broadsword that slashes horizontally.

The cloaked man's attack looked so easy and effortless.

Ice instantly formed on the blade he was embedded in and spread rapidly up the blade. The middle-aged male cultivator also reacted very quickly. He decisively abandoned the knife and made a seal with one hand. Balls of fire flew out of his hand and hit the man directly. .

hum!

The man's slender fingers drew in front of him, and a formation was quickly formed. Hundreds of ice arrows were condensed and shot at the middle-aged male cultivator.

Bang! Bang! ……clang! clang! …

After the middle-aged male cultivator's fire ball was extinguished by the ice arrows, he struggled to block the ice arrows that flew in one after another. Seeing this, the female cultivator circled her fingers, and the precious fan quickly rotated and enlarged, blocking it in front of the male cultivator.

"Ding ding ding..." The sound of the two objects hitting each other was endless.

The power of the ice arrows that came quickly forced the two of them to retreat.

The cloaked man didn't really want to kill the two of them, so he didn't use any killing moves, but just like that, it was already very difficult for the two of them to fight against each other.

Lingling watched the show happily, found a place to sit down, rubbed her chin with one hand and watched carefully.

Not long after, she saw the eyes of the male and female monks interacting with each other, and she understood that they had begun to withdraw. She turned over and took the black ice pick in her hand, deliberately letting the middle-aged female monk look at it, and then put it back in the ring. He smiled at her slyly.

Smelly girl, you dare to be so arrogant by taking advantage of the power of a fox and a tiger.

The middle-aged female cultivator's eyes narrowed, she raised her hand and waved her palm, and a bolt of lightning struck Lingling from the sky.

Seeing this, the man in the cloak ripped off his white cloak and threw it towards Lingling, covering her body. At the same time, there was a "boom", thunder and lightning struck the cloak, and a burst of smoke came out.

At the same time, the man groaned and pointed with his fingertips, "Come out."

hum!

Something flew out of the body, silver light flowed, and the silver light quickly passed over the female cultivator.

"Ah!" the middle-aged female cultivator screamed and fell to the ground dead.

"Junior Sister..." The middle-aged male cultivator called out urgently, turned around and ran away. With a 'swish' sound, silver light burst out from his body, then returned to the man and disappeared in a flash.

The middle-aged male cultivator's vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

died.

The man clasped one hand behind his back and stood in the backlight. He was dressed in a white robe and his silver hair was tied half up and half down. He was pure white and spotless, like an elf in the snow, making people stay away from him.

Ice blue eyes looked at Lingling coldly, "They have begun to intend to retreat, why do they have to put themselves to death?"

Lingling pursed her lips and looked at him as if he were a fool, "Are you really not understanding or are you just pretending to be stupid?"

The man was not angry at her rudeness, but said coldly: "I don't want to kill anyone."

"If you don't like it, why are you helping me? If he and I are not dead today, why should I wait for them to come and kill me someday?" Lingling twitched the corner of his mouth.

"...I know, but I just don't like killing people." The man was a little stubborn.

Lingling waved his hand and said impatiently: "Oh, he is dead anyway. You have helped me. Tell me, how do you want me to repay you?"

Although Lingling felt that the man's help was just a meddling in other people's business, after all, he had taken action, and she had to repay the favor.

The man shook his head, "I don't want the girl to repay you for helping you."

"..." This statement was unexpected to Lingling. She tilted her head and glanced at him, "It's really unnecessary."

"Need not."

"Oh! Okay, then I'm leaving." After saying that, Lingling walked away without any courtesy.

"Please wait!" the man shouted suddenly.

Lingling turned around, blinked, and asked, "Master, what else do you want?"

The man asked softly: "Can you sell me your Xuan Bing Toad?"

Hearing this, Lingling narrowed his eyes slightly, raised an eyebrow, and said, "What if I don't sell it?"

Seeing her misunderstanding, the man in white explained: "Don't get me wrong, I don't want to steal the girl's things, I sincerely want to buy them. I wonder if the girl wants things in exchange or money?"

Lingling is the type who takes soft things rather than hard opinions, talks things through easily, and discusses matters easily.

Seeing that the man was indeed sincere in the deal with her, Lingling turned over and took out a piece of Xuan Ice Pick, "There is no Xuan Ice Toad, I only picked up this one, do you want it?"

As soon as this object came out, the man's body trembled, and he blurted out with a slightly excited voice: "Ice and Fire Mysterious Cone!"

"Yo! He is a knowledgeable person." Lingling raised his thumb and praised.

The man said: "I know that the girl is not a real mortal, but has an abnormality in her body. I have Guzhu Powder, Taibing Ni Yang Pills, Strengthening the Body and Soul Nourishing Pill... all of which can help the girl recover. If you need spiritual crystals, , the girl just says the price."

Lingling was really surprised when he saw the man take out seventeen or eight kinds of high-grade elixirs.

Sell ​​medicine!

"It's useless." Lingling glanced and shook his head, "These pills can't cure my disease."

The man was surprised, no matter what kind of disease, taking these medicines would be useless, unless...he didn't dare to say for sure. But out of curiosity, he still said, "Can I take the girl's pulse for a moment?"

"Young Master is a spiritual doctor?" Lingling asked, looking directly into the man's eyes.

People's words can lie, but their eyes cannot.