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Unexpected gain? Why does it feel like I've been tricked?

The young ancestor looked at him with disdain, "Why are you running if you don't know? Come out, I see you. " She really did probe around.

"Bullsh * t. You'll never find me in your entire life."

The little ancestor rubbed his hands together, the bones in his hands creaking. Suddenly, he stretched out his hands and pulled out the little Supreme Realm cultivator. "Hehe, I said I saw you."

"Splitting the Void with his hands?" The little Honored Warrior stood on the spot in a daze. His eyes were filled with shock.

"This is only meager cultivation experience, I know a lot." We never know what modesty is.

The little knight gave another thumbs up, "Strong! I gave you that pot of Origin Dew just now. " He wasn't surprised at all that no one here didn't have some strange abilities.

"Not enough. I want to live inside." The Little Patriarch was certain that nothing would change.

"This... I say, as a father, don't you know how to manage a child? " He just asked Ling Jun.

The little ancestor shouted, "He is not my father!" As he spoke, he stomped his feet.

The little Honored Warrior jumped again, "Where did you come from? I want to take one too. "

Ling Du was destined to be temporarily unable to speak. The young ancestor was already rubbing his hands together. "His hair is a bit loose when he walks." You want to kidnap me? "Hmm, I beat you to the point where you are showing your true form."

The Little Ancestor once again displayed his Inverse Heaven Technique. With a wave of his hand, the little Honored Warrior flew up into the air. His body curved and distorted at all sorts of strange angles before finally collapsing to the ground like a pile of mud.

Not only did the Little Ancestor not vent his anger, he was even more enraged. How dare he fight back?! You have angered the Little Ancestor!

Roar ? Ling Jun had already acted to stop her, but was still unable to stop her Breaking Void Roar.

Wow, I fell for it this time. The little Supreme Realm cultivator madly spat out a mouthful of blood and miraculously stood up. He didn't look like he was going to get beaten up at all. "Stop, you've won."

Now is not a question of winning or not. This little ancestor is angry. She was about to lose her temper again, so Ling Jun quickly covered her small mouth. Since the other party agreed to it, why aren't you stopping?

I'll roar at whoever stops me. The little ancestor bit down on it without even thinking. His limbs were still expressing his anger.

The surrounding audience all raised their eyebrows. The roar just now was too terrifying. It could crush any melee attack.

"It wasn't until both of them bled profusely that the little ancestor released his grip." If you continue to protect others, I'll tell Grandfather. "

Roar, she still wants to complain ? If they didn't unite on the front lines, what would they do?

"Haha, the pathfinder squads have sent 13 teams to recruit people. Each of them has 10 jars of Source Dew. There are still two slots left. " While the little Supreme Realm cultivator was rubbing his chest to catch his breath, a Dharma Idol of the same age as him walked out from the crowd. He was obviously here to steal her away.

The little Venerable Lord jumped up and said, "I found it first. Lan Roughpeak, you stay by the side."

The Little Ancestor stood in front of Mist Roughpeak and said with a face full of desire, "Take it out for me to appraise."

With a whoosh, Ling Jun carried the Little Patriarch and left Mist Roughpeak at a distance of ten zhang. Mist Roughpeak was the Law Saint whose name shook the Middle Kingdom 10,000 years ago. His reputation was known by everyone. Getting close to him was not a good thing. Ling Jun was confused. Why was he only a Supreme Realm cultivator?

As soon as they entered the ancient city, they felt strange. The cultivation of the people here wasn't very high, not a single Saint could be found, and they didn't even see a few emperors.

"Haha, I'm afraid of you. Get out of the way. " The little supreme expert walked while floating as he laughed towards the sky.

Mist Roughpeak shook his head. "He should be more afraid of you. Old bastard, I'm taking these two for sure." There was no hint of viciousness in his tone, but his words carried a lot of weight.

No weight at all... All the onlookers had a glorious past! The little Supreme Realm cultivator didn't even bother to toss Mist and Roughpeak. He took out a jar of Elemental Dew and handed it over her. "Little girl, I'll give you another pot."

Bang! The cloud mud on the altar flew out and the sparkling Origin Dew flew out from the altar. It drew an arc in the air as it ran towards the little mouth of the little ancestor that was facing the sky.

He didn't even have to swallow a single jar. A pot of water would weigh about thirty catties. What a big mouth. Everyone revealed happy and worried expressions as they shook their heads in unison.

Puff ? Just as everyone was sighing, the little ancestor suddenly spat out all the Elemental Dew in his mouth.

Within a radius of 500 feet, it began to rain. "The rainstorm is filled with the anger of the Little Ancestor." Liar, why did you change it? "

Mist Roughpeak and the Little Lord were both expressionless. Ling Du tightly held onto the little ancestor, preventing her from flaring up. Being surrounded by a group of monsters was not a good thing.

Poor quality... Gulp, gulp. "What did you give her to drink?" he asked in a low voice.

"Critical Elemental Dew!" The little Supreme Realm cultivator was already preparing to escape. He couldn't afford to offend this fellow.

"They belong to you." We can't afford such a person. The price of ten pots of critical origin nectar was too high. What was new was just pulling. There was no other way.

The little knight's face was ashen, "The critical liquid has already been drunk by her."

"Haha ?" Don't cry about being poor. You've been there the most. Let you love to show off... "Haha." "Time to leave." "It's getting harder and harder to get by, could it be that there's a war going on outside?"

Ling Du was confused. This was not a good place. The Saint has been demoted to the Supreme Realm? This was too terrifying! "It's not that they don't want to leave, but they're bound by something." Something to do with the Origin Dew? "

With the help of the little ancestor, he had also been exposed to a bit of dew rain. The rain contained a vigorous life force and abundant spiritual energy, it was indeed a good thing. What was the problem?

"The Little Ancestor is still releasing her anger. Liars are hateful. She doesn't plan on letting go of the little knight." Bring two jars, or I'll break your bones. "

Err, the little knight immediately stopped feeling sad. He cleared his throat and said, "Drink another jar without getting drunk. I will bring you to find Yuan Lu. You can move in when the time comes. "

"No, I want all of your identical Origin Dew." The Little Ancestor jumped to the ground with his hands on his hips, looking extremely arrogant.

He asked with his spiritual will, "You can't drink this, it will restrain your cultivation."

"Don't worry. I am invincible." The Little Ancestor was very confident and didn't forget to tempt Ling Jun. "It tastes very good. Should we go all out?"

"Damn, I'm not going to be fooled if you provoke me." "Alright, let's see who can make the most out of this." He had long since become extremely greedy. How can you know the strangeness of it without experiencing it first hand? Are we still afraid of our cultivation falling?

"Haha, that's more like it. Who is that?" The Little Patriarch pointed at Mist Roughpeak, who had retreated into the crowd. "Don't run. Even if it's you, hand over your items."

Err, really ignorant, "Drink it first, we'll talk later if you don't get drunk." It was rare to encounter someone who wasn't afraid of death. Even though his cultivation was a bit low, it was still quite strange. One could tell that he had two brushes just by looking at the storage ring.

There was a great need for excitement here, though they had long forgotten all the troubles of the world. However, he was still happy to watch the big event of getting ready to drink.

Peng, peng, the little devil took out two pots of Origin Dew and cleanly placed it in front of Ling Du and the little ancestor. His clenched teeth betrayed his heartache.

The Little Patriarch opened the lid of the altar and took a deep breath. "Mm, at least you're sensible." She held a jar with one hand and placed it in front of Ling Jun. "Pick a pot to test your eyesight."