"You guys wait a while." Jiang Lan said.

He is still a little wary of these people.

Many of the fellow disciples who suddenly appeared were for killing him.

Although as his superficial cultivation improves, this kind of thing gradually disappears.

But you can't let go of your vigilance.

boom!

A figure came to Jiang Lan at an extremely fast speed.

Bang!

A huge attack hit Jiang Lan.

However, there was no storm.

Even if the first level of cultivation is the weakest, there is still an early stage of returning to the virtual world.

What kind of storms can a golden elixir cause in the middle stage?

At this time, Jiang Lan's hand pressed against the head of the spirit beast, which was a spirit beast similar to a tiger and leopard.

Blood can be used.

Bounce it gently.

The spirit beast fell to the ground with a bang.

He didn't die, he just fainted.

In this way, he cut open the bloodline of the spirit beast and began to collect blood.

After a moment, Jiang Lan healed the wound for the spirit beast and turned around and left.

"I won't bother my junior brother and sister."

Jiang Lan greeted the three of them and left with a sword.

Yu Xin and the other two watched Jiang Lan leave in disbelief.

"Do you know this senior brother?"

"I don't know you, you look very strong, but I have never seen you or heard of you."

It took two days for Jiang Lan to collect enough blood.

No spirit beast was killed.

There is no need to kill.

At this time, he was standing on the streets of Qingcheng Town.

Last time I promised Xiaoyu that I would buy her an umbrella.

The streets are coming and going, and it’s so lively.

Over the past century, the streets have improved a lot and the buildings have been renovated several times.

The number of people continues to increase.

There is no sign of decline.

Very rare.

Then Jiang Lan stood in front of the oil paper umbrella stall.

He was thinking about what color of umbrella to buy is more suitable for light rain. A white dragon should buy a white one.

It is best to have peach trees painted on it.

After asking the boss, the boss gave him a paper umbrella.

A white umbrella is painted above a peach tree, and there is a beautiful shadow holding an umbrella under the tree.

"How much."

Jiang Lan is very satisfied with this.

"Thirty-five cents." The boss said with a smile.

After paying, Jiang Lan bought two more strings of candied haws.

When he wanted to go back, he suddenly felt the god position shaking.

There was one of the three dots that was originally extremely bright.

It is a point belonging to the Ba Guo Qingmu.

"What happened to the country of Pakistan again?"

At this time, a murmur sounded in his ears.

More or less, you can hear clearly.

They are all unparalleled fist gods.

The sound is loud, far beyond the past.
Chapter completed!