Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 218 214. Counterattack Overture【3641】

   "The next initiation time, in three months, I will be waiting for you in Yandang Pond, Fellow Jiang Dao."

  Three days later, in the garden of Liu's house, Shan Qiuli, whose expression was still a bit lonely, was sitting leaning behind her leopard in a very ladylike posture.

  In the past three days, she didn’t talk a few words with her smelly brother.

  Even if Lao Jiang was willing to agree, but Shan Qiuming's stubborn temper was obviously not going to bow his head in front of her sister.

  My sister is leaving today. He would rather spend time in the market, playing arcade games with those local street snipers, and hesitate to come and give it away.

  The relationship between sister and brother is really tense.

  "Okay, fellow Taoist Mountain, I will try to get there on time."

  Jiang Xia nodded to Shan Qiuli, and handed her a small Najie without the imprint of spiritual thoughts, and said:

  "This is the goods for Hongyanhui this time. By the way, say hello to Xiao Ya'er. If you can persuade her not to bargain stubbornly with me next time, I will be more satisfied."

   "That's probably unlikely."

  Shan Qiuli, the senior chuckled lightly.

  She put on her veil, patted Ling Leopard Cat’s head, and said to Jiang Xia:

  "The life in Aquarius Mountain is very boring. Xiao Ya'er points to the daily quarrel with the guests. Even if you are a distinguished guest, you can't deprive her of the rare fun.

  Also, the spiritual spear and magic weapon that the dao friends gave me Hongyan will sell, and I will send it together. The settlement of the first batch of goods will be counted in the next transaction.

  But as an appraiser, I still have to talk to fellow daoists.

  Your spear weapon has some advantages, but it is estimated that the market will not be better than the ash treasure medicine. After all, there are many magic weapons that can replace it.

  Instead of pursuing small profits but quick turnover, it is better to specialize in the business of boutique spirit guns, which may make more profits.

  And based on my years of experience in appraising treasures, this new magic weapon may be more popular on the evil repair side. After all, it is really suitable for sneak attacks and massacres. "

   "At least you must first let the daoists know what the spirit gun is, so that they have a little idea of ​​this new type of magic weapon, and then it will be more smooth to start a boutique business in the future."

   Jiang Xia smiled and said:

   "I didn't expect the first batch of spirit guns to make much money. Everything has a gradual process. I understand this principle and I am patient.

  As for evil repair"

  Lao Jiang reached out and took out two immortal coins copper plates, placed them in front of Shan Qiuli’s eyes, and said:

   "Put these two celestial coins together, can fellow Taoist Shan say which one is more noble? Isn't the money of evil repairs, isn't it money?"

  Shan Qiuli is speechless for a while.

  She shook her head quickly, and stopped talking about this topic, but blinked at Jiang Xia and said:

   "Friends, don't forget what you promised me."

"Um."

   Jiang Xia took a step back, arched his hand to the beautiful monk in front of him, and said:

   "Give me your brother, don't worry.

  I have a set for dealing with bear kids. I have prepared a very fun game for him. According to my experience, he will soon enjoy it.

  At least before he reaches the **** cultivation realm, he probably won't rush to commit suicide impulsively. "

"This is enough."

  Shan Qiuli smiled and said:

  "The breakthrough of body refiners is not so easy, not to mention that there is still a problem with my younger brother's foundation. In this way, I can practice with peace of mind for decades.

   I won’t say it anymore, fellow Jiang Dao.

  I wish you a prosperous business, Hongyanhui, and will continue to serve you wholeheartedly. "

   After finishing speaking, she croaked a big cat under her hips.

  Four claws rise under the clouds, carrying the master into the air, rushing into the sky leisurely, and quickly disappearing into the clouds.

  I have to say that this spirit beast with Paixiu bloodline is beautiful and elegant in appearance.

  Much better than the black silly monster Liu Hui.

   is being raised and abandoned.

  It is said that this big cat, playing very well with Ruyue these days, was lured by Ruyue's continuous food supply, and even allowed Ruyue to help him smooth the hair.

   and rubbed the belly.

  So, from a practical point of view, a silly monster who is self-motivated, willing to practice, and hungry for power, really abuses this very good looking leopard.

  Lao Jiang watched the seniors leave.

  He turned and walked out of the garden. Ru Yue and Su were already waiting for him at the door. Su was fully armed and changed back to the wasteland costume.

  It can be seen that he can't wait to go home and fight a war that belongs to him.

   "Are you arranged?"

   Jiang Xia asked.

  Su nodded, and Ru Yue nodded and said:

  "I put Gu Miao on the pomegranate side. The little monster has been putting the end of the local evil repairs in the past few days, and it just happened to let Gu Miao run with it to gain insight.

  The kid now has a high degree of affection towards us.

  Maybe it’s time to put a chip implant for her on the agenda. "

   "Wait for a while."

   Jiang Xia thought for a few seconds and said:

   "Gu Miao's situation is different from Wutong.

  I always feel that the girl still has not been completely honest with us about her origins, especially she has been deliberately avoiding problems related to her parents. "

   "That's true too."

  Ruyue thought for a while and said:

   "I still remember the scene when she touched the natal chart when I started, and the speed of the natal chart was obviously abnormal. Maybe her fate was abnormal."

   "So, wait a little longer."

   Jiang Xia laughed and said:

  "Good things are hard to come by."

  "唰"

  The black silk screen umbrella jumped into Jiang Xia's palm, and as the umbrella surface opened, spiritual power was injected into it. Lao Jiang held the umbrella and called the Qibao Tree in the Sea of ​​Knowledge.

  The branches cast by starlight sway like water waves in the air.

  In the next instant, the three figures suddenly dissipated in the Suffering Wood Realm.

"what?"

  Far away in Shangtong Peak of Moshuang Mountain, Elder Shi Yan, who almost cried into tears, was stunned when he watched the movie of Da Chuan.

  She paused the movie in the field of vision before her, sat up, and repeatedly confirmed the multi-band communication in the chip communication.

  The information flow interaction between Jasmine and other wasteland ascenders is normal, and Wang Liufu is still immersed in the sea of ​​academic information in the A-14 data partition.

  But Jiang Xia and Su, as well as the data signal of Ruyue, disappeared strangely in this moment.

   "Where did they go?"

  Shi Yan closed her eyes.

  She had the heart to trace the coordinates of the disappearance of the data signal, but as soon as she moved, Jasmine, who had second authority under Jiang Xia, immediately noticed the data abnormality.

  The gaze and retrieval cast in the stream of information, like the arrival of mighty power, forced the elders to immediately hide their signals in the stream of data.

  Her power contrasts with Jasmine who has no spiritual roots.

  It is almost like Tyrannosaurus rex is better than an unarmed baby, but in the field of data and information security, Jasmine has a hundred times more methods than Elder Shi Yan.

  She is a beginner hacker after all.

   Now that he has hacked into the information data system of the Wasteland Gang, he can only rely on self-study and exploration. It has not been exposed to data and information since childhood and regarded it as an instinctive opponent of Jasmine.

   "It's so difficult."

  After nearly five breaths, as Jasmine was in this area, pulling away from her signal, the embarrassed Elder Shi Yan, only secretly probed the Viet Cong again.

   "But this kind of confrontation is quite interesting."

  In her messy cave, the big monk, who was only one step away from the Taoist realm, chuckled lightly, as if recalling how weak he was when he first started practicing.

  She whispered:

  "Revisit the state of mind of practicing road.

  Oh, it seems that when I was young, the old ghosts who accidentally provoked the scrupulous, had to take Xiao Chuer to hide in Tibet.

  The little girl is really amazing.

pity.

   but without spiritual roots, it won’t be a big thing in the Suffering Wood Realm. "

   "But, where did my stubborn rebel?

  These three treasures!

  What’s wrong with giving him, he has to give him the umbrella, if he keeps holding the umbrella, Ben Xiu will not be able to perceive him.

  Xiao Chu'er said that my rebel has a big secret. Now it seems that Xiao Chu'er is really eye-catching, and the fate that ignites the main star palace is really wonderful.

Um.

  I have to think of a way to pull out the secret of the rebel. "

——

  "Om"

  The figure of the three people emerged in the turbulent air.

  Su is okay, and he is back in the wasteland.

  The familiar, harsh desert wind made him feel the long-lost tension and relaxation coexist, and the chaotic surge in his mind made him unfamiliar and familiar.

  But Jiang Xia and Ruyue felt a little uncomfortable.

  Before he was a mortal, he didn’t have aura, it didn’t matter if he came here, but now he is also a cultivating monk, and suddenly he came to a place without aura, like a fish being thrown into the desert.

  Uncomfortable is certain.

   But still persist.

"give."

  Lao Jiang threw a bag of clinking celestial money, and rubbed his head around Ruyue, and took out a few by himself, like a coin.

   Throw it into the storage compartment of the left arm prosthesis.

  Before, when he was rescuing pomegranate, he discovered that he was absorbing the refined spiritual energy from the immortal money at a very slow speed, allowing the spiritual power in the body to continue to run.

   can offset the exhausted world of the body and extract the torture of spiritual power.

  However, this tricky method is only suitable for low-level monks. Once Lao Jiang breaks through to the realm of existence, this method will not work well.

  Wasteland is a magical place.

  Pomegranate spit out here last time, the higher the realm of the monk and the closer the connection between heaven and earth aura, the more uncomfortable it is to be sent to the wasteland.

  According to Pomegranate's estimation, if a great monk who cultivates the gods is thrown into the wasteland and does not prepare in advance, the torture and pain he will endure is probably no less than that of Ling Chi's execution.

  Unfortunately, with Lao Jiang’s current manipulation limit on the Seven Treasure Tree, it is impossible to forcibly throw the cultivator of the gods into this ghost place to suffer.

   is like an ant, no matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to lift a giant.

It's a pity that    has a good hole card.

   "Yo, see who this is!

  The noble Kunlunfang boss has come to the ghost place of the Dead Desert. It really makes me flourish here, my lord, let me know before you come over.

  Let us ordinary people, prepare in advance for the pick-up.

  Look at you now

   Gee, it’s really embarrassing. "

  The strange sound of yin and yang, soon accompanied by the sound of the door opening, sounded in front of Lao Jiang.

  He raised his head and saw a black fox wearing a wasteland trench coat and messy hair standing akimbo at the entrance of the observation tower roof, still holding three cigars in his hand.

   "Sir!"

  Su immediately raised his hands, closed his hands and feet, slapped, and made a military salute to the Black Hand.

  Ruyue is also the same as before training, conditioned reflex to straighten the waist.

  As for Jiangxia.

  The boss is the boss.

  Holding the closed umbrella with eyes closed without changing his face, as if he hadn't heard the joke at all, he took a step forward and unceremoniously grabbed the cigar from Roger's hand and held it to his mouth.

  Look down from the top of the watchtower again.

  The reflection of the streamer at dusk in the desert, this base surrounded by wind and sand is very lively now.

  The warehouse in the northwest was temporarily converted into a rest area.

  Dozens of locomotives with a wasteland style are parked there in a mess, as if they were holding a knights' meeting.

  A large group of wasteland rangers, who can be called a flurry of demons, also gathered at the semi-outdoor warehouse, accompanied by loud heavy metal music, holding their exposed companions one by one, drinking the best spirits in this desert.

  Yes,

   is the "military supplies" sent from Kunlunfang in the Suffering Wood Realm, and after adding a small amount of purified water and pigment, the "desert whiskey" is made.

  Don't look at being processed by such a poor commercial quality, but they are still rare and good drinks in the wasteland. They have become the darlings of all walks of life in this desert, and they have become popular in recent times.

  There are also some guys from Versailles.

   disdain to drink stale spirits with these vulgar companions. They use luxurious tall glasses, or some weird bone utensils, containing a cup of expensive clean water.

   Judging from their noble and noble posture at this time, the pretense value of this cup of clean water at this time is much higher than its own drinking value.

  This is no wonder.

  Pure, clean water without any pollution, has been "out of stock" in the wasteland for decades.

  Although Rogge is very considerate to lower the price.

  But it is still not something that can be enjoyed by any gangster.

  It’s not a person who grew up in such a ghost place. It’s really hard to understand the twisted desire of these lunatics for pure things, the symbolic meaning of a glass of clean water.

   is far greater than its practical significance.

  Like a person no matter how dirty, deep down, there will be occasional longings, hoping to see a completely clean self in a dream.

  "These are the cannon fodder hired by you waving my bills?"

  Jiang Xia lay on the roof railing, took off the lit cigar, expelled a pungent smoke, and said to Roger, who was leaning against him and blowing the air:

   "It looks amazing, how many immortal spies are in it?"

   "A lot."

  The black fox shrugged, leaned back on the railing, and said casually:

   "Many people came all the way, just for my worthy head.

  But unfortunately, they are destined not to receive Emma's reward. In their crazy mind, they can't even guess what I am going to do on the edge of the desert this time. "

   "Are our people over there?"

   Jiang Xia looked at the other side of the base again.

  Compared with the chaos in the northwest corner, there is much better there. There are dozens of people busy carrying things beside dozens of rusty Bigfoot and heavy trucks that the modified mother does not know.

  Some people are taking out various weapons from the underground warehouse and placing them on these wasteland vehicles reinforced with steel wires, iron plates, and spiked armor.

  They are silent.

   There is little communication with each other. Compared with the more free Rangers of the Wasteland, these guys have a trace of the order of the army and some taste of penance.

   "Yes, some are stationed here to deter the lawless cannon fodder."

  Rogge breathed out smoke and said:

   "The rest are in the previous base. When tomorrow morning, they will leave earlier than us."

   "Are you sure you will win?"

  Jiang Xia stood up straight, feeling the harsh wind of the death desert hitting her delicate face head on, he asked a question, and Roger turned his head to look at him.

  The eyes of the black fox are shining.

He says:

  "Previously, 70% to 80%.

  You came on time, then I have nothing to worry about. If you can't win with the help of otherworldly immortals, you'd better kill me with a shot tomorrow.

  Lest I be mentally disturbed by my humiliating failure, and lose the last trace of decency. "

"and then?"

   Jiang Xia flicked the soot, and in the blood-red light of the setting sun, he said gently:

   "After victory, what are you going to do?"

  Roge laughed and took a step back.

  This wasteland rough man, like acting in a drama, made an exaggerated old etiquette at this moment. He bowed his head slightly to Jiang Xia.

Say:

  "Then, I will serve you destined for a great cause wholeheartedly."

"my boss."

  (End of this chapter)