Chapter 510 (1/2)

The voice spreads out, the people around are stunned and look at Lu Ming with consternation.

Where did this guy come from? He was so bold that he not only hurt the holy wind and robbed him of his storage ring, but also let the two of them hand in 50000 pieces of Spirit Crystal each?

This is a blatant robbery.

The crowd has been in disorder, and shengkong two people, is a look of amazement, incredible staring at Lu Ming.

”What are you talking about? What do you say

Another Saint youth almost suspected that he had heard wrong.

In Tianxuan City, how dare someone do this to them? Even the heroes of the Mu family dare not.

”I don't want to repeat it again. Within three breaths, each hand over 50000 spirit crystals, one!”

Lu Ming started counting directly.

”You Don't go too far. This is Tianxuan City, not the eastern palace. You are looking for death

Shengkong screamed wildly.

”Two!”

Without a pause, Lu Ming began to count to two.

”Damn it! Damn it, you guys, come on, get this kid

Roar at the iron soldiers.

But the armored sergeants were indifferent.

They are under the jurisdiction of the palace master of Tianxuan branch palace and are only responsible for guarding the city gate. As for the personal gratitude and resentment of other emperors, they will not interfere.

”Three!”

At this time, Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.

”Back!”

Shengkong and another Saint youth fly back, as fast as lightning.

But they are fast, Lu Ming is faster.

Shua!

Lu Ming's spear is pulled out directly.

Touch! Touch!

The barrel of the spear was directly drawn on the faces of the two saints.

They screamed and flew out from afar.

”Now, it's not the problem of 50000 spirit crystals!”

Lu Ming strode to shengkong and the two of them passed by.

”Lu Ming, you die, you die!”

Shengkong screamed hysterically, only half of his face was not his own.

”Bold, who dares to beat the people of my holy family and seek death!”

At this time, the city gate, heard a violent drink, and then, a figure swept over like a strong wind.

Whew!

Whether people come or not, a water sword condensed by the current stabbed Lu Ming's eyebrows.

The sword of water contains a powerful artistic conception of water.

Lu Ming's face changed. The sword made him feel a strong threat.

In an instant, the real yuan in his body broke out crazily, and the artistic conception converged, and a gun was stabbed forward.

Touch!

With a clear sound, Lu Ming finds that the sword of water flow is harder than the ordinary four level spirit soldiers. At the same time, a vast force breaks out. Lu Ming's body shakes and he can't help but retreat.

At this time, a figure emerged and appeared beside the two saints.

This is a young man in a blue robe. He is twenty-five or six years old. He is handsome, but there is a trace of coldness and arrogance between his eyebrows.

”Holy river, holy river!”

As soon as the young man appeared, there were bursts of exclamations.