Chapter 152 The fish that slipped through the net

  His space now has seventy-five acres, and his time is one hundred and four times that of the outside world.

  The elixir produced in the space is more than enough for himself, and the rest is more than enough for his more than forty subordinates.

  Especially some low-level elixir, which matures in 20 or 30 years, and can be harvested several times a year.

The area of ​​the space is still growing, and there will be more and more elixir produced in the space in the future, just like his second-order spirit wine, piled up in the space, he can't eat that much by himself, and the sales are not very good shot.

  It is impossible for him to let the land of space be barren, as

  He does not want to expand the supply scale of Xiandao Trading Company for the time being, because he does not have that strength.

   Even with the current scale, plus his own store income, there will be an annual income of more than one million.

   Except for various expenses, he threw the rest into the space.

  However, all the spiritual stones he earned this time were invested in Liu Changsheng.

  It is not easy to cultivate a power. The initial investment is large, and there is no output, and continuous additional investment is required.

  Wang Hong spent a few more days to deal with and arrange various affairs in Qingxu City.

  Eldest Brother and his group returned to the Zongmen two days ago, so Wang Hong had to go back to the Zongmen alone.

  Wang Hong was driving a flying magic weapon, and flew towards the Zongmen without any haste.

  When he flew above a mountain, a black light suddenly shot out obliquely from below, directly hitting his forehead.

   In a hurry, he didn't have time to think about it, and sacrificed the golden light bowl, a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

  The golden light bowl had no time to change, and directly collided with the black light.

   With a "bang", the black light shattered and dissipated, and the golden light bowl was knocked over several times, but there was no damage.

   "Hey! Unexpectedly, a small Qi training monk will also have a middle-grade defensive spirit weapon."

  At this time, a monk came out from the hill below, dressed in black robes and holding a **** bow.

  If the elder brother was here, he would definitely recognize him. This is the shadow-killing foundation-building third-floor cultivator who sneaked up on him at that time.

  At that time they smashed up the shadow killing den, there were more than a dozen people outside, and they were lucky to slip through the net.

  The killer was one of those lucky ones, and after the den was destroyed, he went into hiding.

   It was also his luck that he found Wang Hong leaving the city alone.

  He took over the assassination mission of No. 107 before, but unfortunately failed, and he was punished by Steward Xing. Now that Steward Xing was beheaded, he survived.

  When he took on the task of No. 107, he also knew something about the target of No. 106.

  When he saw Wang Hong leaving the city, he quietly followed him and attacked when he found an opportunity.

  Although the hideout is taken away and everyone is hidden, it won't be long before the headquarters will send people over again.

  If he makes some contributions now, he can also show his face in front of the new chief executive.

  Although his cultivation level was higher than Wang Hong's, he still chose to sneak attack out of the killer's professional habits.

  Wang Hong waved, held the golden light bowl in his hand, and stared coldly at the man in black opposite him.

  He didn't expect that someone would come to assassinate him so soon, and he was still a monk with a third-floor foundation.

  He turned the flying magic weapon and fled back. Although he still has the strength to fight now, running away is in line with the identity of the ninth level of Qi training.

  The opponent is two small realms higher than him, but the sea of ​​his dantian is wider. In a real fight, it should be five or five.

   If you can paralyze your opponent and then take advantage of his unpreparedness, it will be better to win.

   "Hahaha! I still want to run." As he spoke, he held the **** bow again, and slowly pulled the bow away. Mana gathered on the big bow to form a black arrow.

   Then a black arrow shot out of the string and shot behind Wang Hong.

  Wang Hong held the golden light bowl and poured a little mana into it, which only made its shape a little bigger, as if its spiritual power was insufficient to activate it.

  When the black light arrow was about to reach behind him, he held the golden light bowl and directly blocked the black light arrow.

  The black arrow collided with the golden light bowl, which produced a huge counter-vibration force, but for a body-training monk like Wang Hong, it was nothing at all.

  But he still pretended that the golden light bowl almost flew out of his hand, and he couldn't stand stably.

   "Hahaha! Take another arrow from me!" Then he shot another arrow, which was still reluctantly caught by Wang Hong with the golden light bowl.

  The opponent shot several more arrows one after another. Although Wang Hong caught it seemingly reluctantly, he still caught it without hitting the ground.

  He was furious, retracted the **** bow, sacrificed a flying sword, and slashed at Wang Hong.

  Wang Hong drove the flying magic weapon to dodge left and right, and used the golden light bowl from time to time to barely block the flying sword.

  Unknowingly, the distance between them narrowed to about six feet.

  Wang Hong suddenly dodged, and in a split second, he appeared in front of the black-clothed killer with a man and a flying magic weapon.

   It is the Dragon Snake Escape Movement that he has practiced based on the Transformation Movement Technique, and now he can move about seven feet quickly in the air.

   After approaching, without giving the opponent a chance to retreat, Wang Hong directly used the golden light bowl as a weapon, and slammed the black-clothed monk hard.

   Body-training cultivators are invincible in melee combat.

  Jin Guangbo carried Wang Hong's strength of 100,000 catties, and took a head-on shot. The black-clothed monk tried to stop him.

  As soon as the arm came into contact with the golden light bowl, the bones were shattered by the huge force.

   With a sound of "snap!", the monk in black was slapped from the air to the ground by a huge force.

  After landing, the monk in black no longer maintained his human shape, but turned into a lump of rotten flesh.

  Wang Hong looked around and found no other people or traps, so he fell to the ground.

   Pick up the flying sword that the monk in black dropped on the ground, it is a low-grade spiritual weapon.

  Looking at the rotten meat that he patted, Wang Hong didn't want to get his hands dirty, so he found a branch nearby and pulled the pile of rotten meat away.

   Turned around for a while, and picked out a storage bag from it with a branch.

   Pick up the storage bag and shake it, shake off the meat paste on it, and rinse it several times with several cleaning techniques.

   Only then did he open the storage bag, use his spiritual sense to poke in, check it out, and showed a satisfied expression.

  Wang Hong let out the spiritual fire he obtained from practicing "Wood Fire Burning the Sky". After cultivating it for a period of time, the small flame is now as big as five embroidery needles, which is five times larger than it was at the beginning.

  I saw this little flame standing in Wang Hong's palm, jumping constantly.

  Then he stretched out his hand and pointed at the pile of rotten meat on the ground, and the little flame swooped down and landed on the pile of rotten meat on the ground.

   "Pfft!" Suddenly, the pile of rotten meat burst into flames.

  The fire was fierce, and in just a split second, the pile of rotten meat was all turned into fly ash.

   This is the first time he has let out a small flame, and it seems that the power is very impressive.

  After the fire was extinguished, a small, inconspicuous flame floated quietly above the corpse.

  Wang Hong put away the flames, and drove the flying magic weapon away again.

   Thank you for the plan of falling into the world y