Go crazy!Martial spirit of the whole people, you are the only one who cultivates immortals?

"Cheng Lang, I was killed by your rabbit!"

Xie An looked at the gladioli that had been devoured by the rabbits, and his heart was bleeding. After the mimic culture was researched, the price of the gladiolus had increased several times. This pot of flowers was worth half a year's pocket money.

Ning Fan pushed Xie An, who was still distressed, and said eagerly: "I can't run away now, I'll go out and negotiate with these three people first, you and Cheng Lang are ready, if the other party's strength far exceeds us, you two Run immediately! Find someone to save me. If their strength is not high, you two are ready to sneak attack at any time."

"it is good!"

Cheng Lang picked up a brick from the ground, ready to go.

The middle-aged man and the other two walked towards this side cautiously, still saying: "Is there anyone else here? Didn't I tell you to clear the place?"

"Nonsense! I have checked this unfinished building long ago, and there is not even a hair. You must have been followed by someone accidentally!" Another person snorted coldly.

"Okay, let's see what's going on first, and be careful."

Just when the three of them were about to approach the corner of the stairs where Ning Fan and the others were hiding, Ning Fan swaggered out with his schoolbag on his back.

"Didn't you say that there is a black market here? Could it be that I was deceived... Huh? There are really people, three big brothers, asking you something."

After Ning Fan walked out, he pretended to be surprised and looked at the three of them.

The three of them looked Ning Fan up and down with vigilant eyes, and relaxed their vigilance when they saw that it was just a high school student.

The middle-aged man said lightly: "If you don't go home after school, what are you doing here?"

"Hello Uncle, I heard that there is a black market here, so I came to see if there is a black market around here." Ning Fan looked around curiously as he said that, with a perplexed expression on his face.

The three looked at each other, and the middle-aged man continued to ask: "You came at the wrong time, the market is not open today, go home quickly."

"Ah? The market isn't open. I've been away for a long time. Thank you, uncle." Ning Fan shook his head in disappointment, and his emotional movements were well performed.

Just when he thought he could get away with it, the other person suddenly said, "Wait a minute, what are you doing in the black market?"

Ning Fan paused, his understanding of the black market was only what Cheng Lang and himself said, so he turned his head and responded with a smile: "Isn't this the third year of high school, and the college entrance examination is about to take place, I want to work harder before the college entrance examination , so I came to the black market to buy something similar to Wuhun for the mimetic cultivation of Wuhun."

"You can't buy your Wuhun imitation in the ordinary market? What is your Wuhun?" The man said aggressively with sharp eyes.

"This... my martial soul is..."

Ning Fan hesitated, just like what the other party said, there is no need to come to the black market to buy mimic items, as the other party said, the flower and bird market outside can meet 90.00% of the demand.

But is the Wuhun in his file normal?

No, not only unusual, but very peculiar!

But [Internal Breath] In the eyes of outsiders, there is no need to cultivate this kind of martial spirit, let alone buy a mimic on the black market!

As long as you spend money to buy things like farts, I believe many people will be willing to sell them, and they can also guarantee freshness.

Seeing Ning Fan's hesitation, the other party's eyes instantly became sharp: "Huh? Is there something wrong with your martial soul? Or did you just lie to us?"

Ning Fan secretly sighed in his heart, originally wanted to rely on fooling around to pass this test, obviously the other party's IQ was a little higher than imagined.

"No, no, it's just that my martial spirit is a little... hard to say, it's written on the student ID card, you should read the student ID card." Ning Fan took out the student ID card from his schoolbag, and the martial soul column on it was just filled in today. of.

On the surface, Ning Fan was showing them his student ID card, but quietly put his other hand behind his back and gestured for Xie An and Cheng Lang to make a move.

From the aura released by the three just now, it can be understood that the strength of the three of them is about the black iron middle level.

A martial soul user will have soul power fluctuations before making a move, and the strength of the opponent can be inferred according to the fluctuation of the opponent's soul power, but this method can only be used on low-level martial soul users, after all, advanced martial soul users already know how to restrain their breath up.

Three black iron intermediates can be dealt with!

The only thing that is uncertain now is the rank of the other party's martial soul, both of which are black iron intermediate, the combat effectiveness of a rank a martial soul is very different from that of an f rank martial soul.

But to be able to become a gangster in the black market, the rank of the martial soul should not be that high, at least it is not possible to be the S rank, the S rank has long been offered by various organizations as their ancestors, and it is as bad as a rat's nest Shady business in the poop?

Xie An and Cheng Bo were ready to go after receiving Ning Fan's signal.

The three of them also looked curiously at the student ID card in Ning Fan's hand.

Martial Soul: Elemental Spirit

Grade: f

With such a wonderful martial soul, the three of them were also taken aback for a moment: "Elemental system? F-level? There is such a stretching martial soul in the elemental system?"

"I seem to have heard of the martial soul called Inner Breath. It seems to be a fart, a waste martial soul that is rare in the whole world."

"Today is really a prickly ass, open your eyes, there really is such a wonderful martial spirit in the world... No! This kind of martial spirit still needs to come to the black market to buy mimicry..."

Before the opponent could react, Ning Fan took the lead in launching the attack.

The kung fu works, the spiritual power flows in the body, and a punch is blasted out.

Why not just use the soul-dispersing iron claw, Ning Fan thought too!However, he has never used this skill since he learned it, and he is not proficient enough to use it for a surprise attack.

But this punch full of spiritual power is enough for the opponent.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately defended himself, but Ning Fan's punch still made his stomach churn.

At the same time, the other two were also attacked deliberately.

Cheng Lang held up the brick, and he deliberately aimed the corner of the brick at the top of one of the people's head.

The opponent's pupils shrank slightly.

Fuck!edges and corners?This kid is really stupid!

Xie An's movements were not slow either. He summoned the martial spirit sword orchid, holding a long sword-like leaf and rushed straight to the opponent's back door. Seeing how he gritted his teeth, there was some personal emotion in it.

It has to be said that the surprise attack of the three of them was very effective. Although the other party took emergency measures to avoid danger, they were all injured to some extent, which reduced their combat effectiveness.

"There are helpers! You really heard our deal!" The middle-aged man said fiercely.

"Don't you guys know how dangerous strange beasts are? If it enters the second stage, how can ordinary people resist it!" Xie An scolded.

Unexpectedly, the other party smiled coldly: "What does it matter to us? As long as we don't enter the second stage in our hands, it will be fine."

After finishing speaking, they looked at Ning Fan and the three of them: "Two black iron juniors, and a waste who is not even black iron wants to be a hero like others? You want to die!"

Xie An and Cheng Lang came to Ning Fan's side and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and call someone! Your martial spirit can't fight."

"Walk?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and a faint blue light appeared around his body: "Martial Soul, Vigorous Black Ant!"

With the release of the martial soul, the middle-aged man's muscles swelled a circle, full of deterrence.

The other two released their martial souls, also with blue light, but they were weapon martial souls, one holding a sickle and the other a hammer, barely considered weapons.

When the three of them release their martial souls, they all emit blue light, which is the characteristic of D-rank martial souls.

Ning Fan couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, D-level, the problem is not big!

"Ning Fan, be careful!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation, and Ning Fan came back to his senses, only to see the middle-aged man attacking him with a stride, extremely fast!

"Boy, you punched very hard just now. Reciprocity, you try my punch." The middle-aged man's fists the size of sandbags came straight to him with the sound of whistling wind.

Ning Fan hurriedly blocked with both hands, and immediately activated the iron cloth shirt.

'Boom! '

With a muffled sound, Ning Fan was beaten and flew upside down, falling from the second floor of the unfinished building into the nearby woods.

"Ning Fan!!"

Xie An and Cheng Lang worried, they subconsciously wanted to save people, but they were targeted by the other two.

Ning Fan shouted: "I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm strong! Be careful..."

"You still have the strength to speak?"

The middle-aged man looked at the direction where Ning Fan flew out in surprise. Logically speaking, a waste martial soul can't stop his attack?

He said to the other two people: "I'm going to deal with that kid, and I'll leave these two to you."

After finishing speaking, he jumped down and chased in the direction of Ning Fan.

When he arrived, he found that Ning Fan was relaxing his muscles and bones, as if he was not injured at all.

"Interesting, your martial spirit doesn't look that useless." The middle-aged man looked at Ning Fan.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's fight!"

Ning Fan's eyes were full of fighting intent, this was his first battle in cultivating immortals!

You must win beautifully, otherwise you will be unlucky in the future.