Chapter 122 The Winner Is Justice!

The old soul saint who opened the medical hall summoned his own martial soul, which was a plant that looked like a morning glory. The seven spirit rings around his body flickered slightly, and then one after another light shot out from the morning glory, covering Flender.

In the light, Flender's palm that shattered into flesh was wrapped in a layer of silkworm cocoon, as if it was about to break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly.

Half an hour later, the old soul saint stopped his hand, withdrew his martial soul, and wiped the sweat that appeared on his forehead.

Flender moved his palm wrapped in silkworm cocoon, and then clenched his fist with force, and the silkworm cocoon was torn apart, revealing a new white and tender palm.

"Okay!" He nodded involuntarily, with a satisfied smile on his face. After all, it’s just an injury from being hit by an external force. If this kind of injury is placed on earth, the only option left is amputation. But in this world, it is quite simple to heal pure physical injuries with Soul Saint.

Only soon, when Flender got the medical bill, he couldn't laugh.

Fifty thousand gold soul coins!

Healing one palm cost him fifty thousand gold soul coins!

But this money is not enough, after all, this is a fair trade. And to tell the truth, 50,000 gold soul coins are not expensive. It is really worth the price to cure the almost disabled hand. Even if he only charges 50,000 gold soul coins, it is still considered cheap because he is a soul saint. .

finally.

Flender still paid fifty thousand gold soul coins without smiling. It's just that I hate the white-blue-haired boy more and more in my heart!

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the other side.

Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing had already returned to the hotel at this time, opened the door and walked into the room.

"Why do you have to use this crystal? The quality of this crystal is so poor, what's the use?" Zhu Zhuqing sat on the bed and couldn't help asking.

"This is not an ordinary crystal. The dirty appearance is only an appearance, but in reality, there is a universe inside." Hemingway smiled, and took the crystal the size of a human head out of the storage ring and placed it on the table.

Zhu Zhuqing knew that Hemingway was mysterious. Since he attaches so much importance to this crystal, it must contain some secrets.

Hemingway didn't explain much, because in fact he didn't even know what was in the crystal? I just vaguely remember that there is a treasure in this crystal. As for what kind of treasure it is, we can only know it by opening it.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the crystal,

The soul power in the body was transformed into armed color, and a layer of golden light spread from his palm, covering the entire crystal. As his mind moved, he saw the golden light that enveloped the crystal, shrinking violently!

"boom!"

There was a dull explosion in the golden light.

After confirming that the movement inside stopped, Hemingway let go, the armed color dissipated out of thin air, and the torn crystal was also revealed, and I saw that there were particles pouring out of it.

These particles are golden, and the size of each golden particle is very uniform, similar to rice grains. The whole body is perfectly round, with a faint golden light. Zhu Zhuqing came over curiously and picked one up and pinched it in his hand. He found that the golden particles were slightly It's a little soft, but it's full of elasticity, and with her soul power, she can't squeeze it flat.

"These won't be pure gold, right? But even if they are pure gold, they're not as valuable as the hundred gold soul coins he started asking for." Zhu Zhuqing asked strangely.

"It's not as simple as pure gold." Hemingway found the clue. He reached out and picked up a golden particle and placed it in his palm. Soul power surged in his body, and a sea-blue light appeared on the surface of his palm, and a strange scene appeared. .

Under the injection of sea-blue soul power, the golden particles slowly spread out, and after a while, they turned into a thin golden thread. It looks several times thinner than the hair, more than three inches long.

Fortunately, it was golden in itself, making it easily recognizable in Hemingway's palm.

"What is this?" Zhu Zhuqing asked in surprise.

Hemingway looked at this thin gold needle, and a thunderous flash flashed in his mind. I finally remembered what this thing was.

"This is the gold produced by the hair crystal," he said.

"The hair produced by the hair crystal?" Zhu Zhuqing, who heard this term for the first time, expressed doubts.

According to the information recalled in his mind, Hemingway explained: "The so-called crystal formation is that when some natural crystals are influenced by the outside world under certain circumstances, some golden thread-like objects are produced inside the crystal. This kind of golden thread is called Crystal hair is also called hair gold, just like crystal hair. No matter what color crystal, as long as there is a crystal hair in it, its value is more than the best natural crystal. Crystal with crystal hair is called hair. crystal."

Zhu Zhuqing was very smart. Looking at the golden particles scattered from the cracked crystal on the table, he suddenly said: "So this is the hair crystal. So these particles are gold threads. But what is the use of these hair gold?"

Hemingway explained: "Leaving the protection of the crystal, the golden hair will automatically curl up and form a particle. With the infusion of soul power, it will reincarnate into the golden hair. Once it loses the infusion of soul power, it will again Get back to curling up."

Zhu Zhuqing asked suspiciously, "What's the point of this?"

Hemingway smiled slightly, already remembering the purpose of this thing, he continued to inject inner strength, then picked up the blond, and stabbed his finger lightly, but not even the skin was broken. This made him stunned for a moment, and then he was cruel and stabbed hard!

This time, a small hole was finally pierced, and a drop of blood spilled from the fingertips. In just a split second, the hole was healed. With his current resilience, this minor injury is not worth mentioning at all.

Then he continued to explain: "The hair crystal is so slender, its tip is naturally thinner than a needle, and the piercing force will become extremely strong after the soul power is injected. What will be the effect."

As he spoke, he withdrew his inner strength and made the hair golden back to the previous golden particles, and then flicked his fingers with a flick of his finger!

I saw a subtle golden light flashing quietly, silently submerging into the quilt on the bed.

A strange situation appeared. With the injection of the gold wire, the quilt was twisted quickly. In the blink of an eye, a bulge appeared.

"Fajin is extremely tough and has amazing elasticity. Once it leaves the support of soul power, it will curl up again." Zhu Zhuqing said, suddenly understood, and hurriedly came to the bedside, grabbed the twisted bulge at the quilt, and pressed hard. Under the squeezing, a little golden light was exposed, pinched on the golden light with your fingernails, poured in the soul power hard, and then slowly pulled it out...

With a light ding sound, golden particles reappeared in her palm.

"This, if this is shot on someone..." Zhu Zhuqing only felt goosebumps all over his body.

Hemingway said indifferently: "It can be imagined. And after the injection into the human body, because the gold needle is as thin as a cow's hair, it is not easy to pull out. If you want to take it out, you can only cut off the curled muscles in one piece."

Zhu Zhuqing said with lingering fears: "This kind of blond is too vicious!" In his mind, he was even imagining the terrifying effect it would bring when it was injected into the human body.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's fearful appearance, Hemingway shook his head and said, "This kind of thing is also called a dragon's beard needle, which is a hidden weapon. In this world, whether a weapon is vicious or not is not determined by the weapon itself, but by the use of the weapon. It is up to people to decide, use what is right is right, and use evil is evil.”

Hemingway felt that this dragon beard needle is really a good thing, and it is really suitable to be used for Yin people sometimes. As for this despicable act of intimidating people? Not upright enough?

They are all enemies of life and death, who will tell you about the morality of the rivers and lakes. It must be something that is easy to use, just use it. Anyway, history books are written by the victors, and only the winners are the righteous ones.