A reckless rampage all the way.

Can Ling only felt a buzzing sound in his head, and then his sea of ​​consciousness felt like it was being hammered hard.

He rolled his eyes, lost consciousness, and fainted.

Lu Shaoqing's figure slowly emerged.

Seeing Can Ling fainting, give him another blow.

Give him the Jingshen Jue again.

Can Ling, who was unconscious on the ground, twitched several times and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Can Ling, who was not seen by anyone, was already seriously injured, and his sea of ​​consciousness was severely damaged.

"Hmph, Cang Zhengchu, you old man is bullying us," Lu Shaoqing cursed, "I'll start with your grandson.

Charge some interest.”

Then came the skilled looting process.

Take off Cang Zhengchu's storage ring.

Open it and take a look.

Lu Shaoqing was overjoyed, "Oh, you are worthy of being the grandson of that old guy, he has a lot of good things."

"But why are there always so few Mao Lingshi?"

"Magical weapons, elixirs, and materials still need to be cashed in, which is troublesome."

While looting, he despised, "Can't we prepare more spiritual stones? We have to get so many physical objects."

Soon, Cang Zhengchu was stripped of all his clothes.

All the small defensive items he was wearing were taken away, leaving nothing behind.

Looking at Can Ling with only a pair of obscene pants left.

Lu Shaoqing fell silent, weighing things in his mind.

Finally he said, "Forget it, let's spare his life."

"That old guy Cang Zhengchu is here. If he kills his descendants, he is afraid that he will be targeted."

Xin Zhi's incident told him that if you kill the descendants of Nascent Soul, you will still have a lot to gain.

He still has one problem that he hasn't solved yet.

There is no need to provoke Cang Zhengchu.

Cang Zhengchu, old man, let the senior brother do it.

Lu Shaoqing turned around and left, his figure slowly disappearing into the formation.

"I hope others in Guiyuan Pavilion will not disappoint me."

After a few hours, the formation dispersed, and Lu Shaoqing's figure was revealed.

The disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion were lying on the ground, and everyone fainted.

Moreover, they all suffered the same fate. All they had left was a pair of obscene pants, and everything on their bodies had been looted.

There was blood on the corners of the mouths of all the disciples, and they were all more or less injured.

Looking at them, Lu Shaoqing hummed, "Just leave it to Junior Sister."

Then he was cursing while erasing the traces of the formation.

"Don't everyone like spirit stones?"

"The total number of spirit stones for everyone is less than 10,000, you are a poor man."
Chapter completed!