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The ninth-level spiritual cultivator's spiritual power palm was smashed, and he was also backlashed, the pain in the bone marrow made him look angrily at Kunpeng, He Tian and others.

Looking at it, he still couldn't determine who hurt him.

You know, his strength is at the ninth level of the spirit rank, and in the spirit race, it can be regarded as the top combat strength. Who dares to provoke him, let alone hurt him?

But now, someone really hurt him.

Kunpeng looked around, there were no other spiritual monks.

"He Tian, ​​is he the only spiritual monk in Qinglong City?"

"No, there are six people in total. He is in charge of Qinglong City, and the other five people are in charge of the spaceship. Qinglong City is small, so there are only six spirit race monks in total."

"Very good." Kunpeng turned to the spiritual cultivator again, "We are short on time, and please seniors to raise your hands, let us go, and don't embarrass us."

As he said, he flew up slightly, leveled with the spiritual monk, and handed him a handful of jade, the total amount was about tens of thousands.

"Haha, your kid is pretty sensible. Okay, let you go. But the banshee has to stay. You are going to catch the spaceship. It's still early. I promise to let her catch the spaceship in time."

Liren probably still couldn't understand what this meant, and there was no expression on her face.

Kunpeng frowned: "Senior, we will all go to the Demon Realm Competition, or else, when we finish the competition, I will personally take her to apologize, okay?"

"No. Boy, don't shame you, Lao Zi's patience is very limited. He Tian, ​​take them away, this banshee, an hour later, come to my room to pick him up."

He Tian could only turn his gaze to Kunpeng and ask his opinion.

He almost died under the giant palm of the spiritual monk just now. Although he didn't see who saved his life, he could guess that it must be the young man in front of him. He has the strength to fight against the cultivators of the spirit race, which he did not expect. How dare he offend such a person.

Spirit Clan monk, he can't afford to offend, he seems to offend the people in front of him even more, this is his instinct.

"Well, He Tian, ​​here are 900,000 jade stones. First, take a few disciples from this seat to help us buy ferry tickets. Now I take this little girl to the room of the predecessor of the Spirit Race."

"What are you going to do? Get out if you don't want to die! The banshee, Lao Zi knows to take it away, and you don't need to send it away!" The cultivator of the spiritual race is obviously not a bird Kunpeng.

In fact, he also had doubts about the person who smashed his great spiritual power. It was probably this young man. If he follows to his room, I'm afraid there will be no good.

If he can succumb to his lustful prestige, that's good, otherwise, he must quickly contact other spiritual race monks and destroy this young man.

Dare to smash his giant hand of spiritual power, not only is courage enough, but the strength should not be weak. How could the sixth-order dragon demon have the strength to compete with him? Therefore, this young man has a problem. Before, so many spiritual monks died, and no one was found. If he was caught, then his official career would be on the same stage.

Kunpeng said indifferently: "Senior doesn't know anything, my younger sister is very dependent on this seat, wherever you go, she will go wherever you go. Therefore, if you want her to go to your room, this seat can only take her there."

"A liar, she dare not follow, Lao Zi knocked her out!"

There was anger in Liren's eyes.

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