But what's so special, this guy is a "successful failure is more than failure"!

His uncle's, and he doesn't know what Lu Jing has been tinkering with in recent days. According to the "Poison Classic" that he doesn't know where he has experimented with, the powder he takes out is scattered in the air...

Got it!

Even the chasing and the escaping, all four were hit, and for a moment, no one could use their spiritual energy.

It can be said to be a model of "killing 800 enemies and destroying 3000 by yourself".

At that time, Lu San Gongzi's expression could be described as "splendid", whoever saw him felt that he would "righteously kill relatives" in the next moment. Relying on the rich experience of escape from monk Budu and Banshou who have not been beaten to death, the two of them rolled and crawled to the ground to drag Lu Shiyi and escaped into the alley.

The three of them relived the taste of running wildly across most of the city on the night of Candle South, and they almost exploded their lungs.

"Poor monks have also encountered poison cultivators, but ordinary poison cultivators are not as capable as you, Lu Shi?"

The monk Budu was puzzled. In just a few days, he could bring down the third son of Lu, the Buddha of Buddhism, and a half-counter whose strength was fluctuating at the same time, although there were a few people who were unsuspecting. Yes, but this is a bit too much... The feeling of "healing Lu Shiyi" is actually a natural poison?

"Can you bear it?" Banshou raised his head and muttered, "Bald donkey, don't look at what he is experimenting with all day... All the herbs that he has tossed about can be bought in Zhunan. Is it the whole street?"

The monk Budu twitched his cheeks.

He suddenly realized that Banshuizi's arrogant bullshit made a lot of sense. Thinking of the poison cultivators he had encountered before, which of them didn't spend all their energy, rushing around to gather materials, the utensils for refining poisons were all exquisite and expensive, and a piece of pure and flawless spar would cost three hundred gold. Ordinary monks have been together for decades, but they may not be able to put together a complete set... Therefore, ordinary poison repairers are not on the way to bargain with the treasure pavilion of Shanhaige, or on the way to save money...

Who is like Lu Jing, who, after arriving in various cities, gets off the flying boat, walks into the sub-pavilion of Shanhai Pavilion first, puts the waist badge of the young master of Yaogu on the counter, and packs all the medicinal materials in the pavilion into mustard bags. Then he walked to the Refining Village attached to the Tiangong Mansion, put the waist card on the back, and packed all the suitable utensils in the village...

It is said that Lu Jing's mother was partial to this young son, and when she died of illness, she left the bank in her name to him.

After monk Budu pondered the key points, he suddenly realized.

It turns out that there are so few poisonous cultivators in the Twelve Continents. The real reason is:

- No money?

What kind of drugs do you play without money.

"...Buddha, you say that all living beings are equal, but why do poor monks look at them and feel that the gap between all living beings and all living beings is really big?" Monk Budu twisted the Buddha beads with a bitter look on his face, "Sure enough, Master Qiu. It's the truth, heaven craftsmanship is played by rich people, and poor people only deserve to practice hard..."

His words changed suddenly.

"Master Lu, the reward for getting you out of trouble is three hundred taels of silver. Do you want to pay it in cash? Or do you want to write it down first? The poor monk won't give you compound interest anymore.

Lu Jing's eyes widened: "Hey, hey, bald donkey, you're going too far. We have nothing to do with each other. You still have to pay for this trivial matter? Are you a friend?"

"Donor Lu's words are not good enough," said the monk Budu, with his hands folded, "you and I didn't have a good relationship, it all depends on you to spend money. Donor Lu, if you want to have a lot of fate with me, you should spend a lot of money. ."

"I bother!"

Lu Jing took out an ingot of gold and hit him.

"You have to be greedy."

The monk Budu caught the gold, smiled, and enthusiastically promoted: "The poor monk Guan Lu, you have to meet with your brother, as long as you pay another three hundred taels of silver, in this rotating city, the poor monk will be your free thug, and you can shout. Come as you come. If you add another six hundred taels, the poor monk will be able to hold the sack of Third Young Master Lu for you..."

"Strange," said the half-counter next to him, "Master Lu, since you came to Xuancheng, you should have expected to meet Brother Ling, why are you so nervous?"

"How did I know it would be my third brother?" Lu Jing touched the bruise on his face and grinned, "It stands to reason that it should be my elder brother who is here... oh, it hurts, it hurts to death. Uncle's, isn't it just because he accidentally entered the brothel and was scared away and went out bald? As for the ruthless attack."

"My uncle is also your uncle."

A sound suddenly sounded.

Lu Jing suddenly turned his head.

Lu Shenchuan of the green -gray shirt appeared on the wall of the yard. The calmness of the first appearance of the Bailu Building had disappeared, and the sleeves did not know where the wild dogs were bitten and tattered, and the crown fell. The expression is so gloomy and gloomy: "And, I haven't been to the Qinglou! No matter how nonsense, beware of your skin."

There is a murderous!

Boyu monks took two steps back together.

"Nine hundred and two silver!" Lu Jing shouted decisively, "Monk! Taoist! Help!"

The monk and the half -soup slap on his shoulder, and patted him: "Lu Sanzi, make your brother catch it!"

-What is joking!

Their aura was also in a state of chaos because Lu Jing's "belonging to the same fan", and Lu Sanzi, who was crazy, flashed the light of the hand of the horn, apparently fired as higher than them, and he recovered earlier!

Lu Shenchuan floated down from the wall.

"Bald donkey! Bull nose! You mix of accounts"

Lu Jing was caught by his third brother and pushed the tattered room.

boom! boom!

Oh!

The monk and the half of the scholars stood in the desolate yard, and they concentratedly twisted the Buddha beads, and they pushed the star plates with all the attention.