Chapter 885 Tangning's Shot

The man straightened his collar, glanced at the person he shook off, and snorted softly, "What are you doing? Do you want to deceive people?"

Hei Feng was shocked a few steps back without noticing, and after stabilizing his body, he strode forward: "How dare you run into someone?"

"Master, your hand is bleeding!" Xing Tong looked at Tangning who was holding the broken mirror, and saw that her hand was cut into a small saliva because she touched the broken mirror, and blood was seeping out.

Tangning looked at her hand in a daze at this time. There was a cut in her hand, and when blood inadvertently dripped onto the mirror, something came into her mind.

She narrowed her eyes and covered the dark light in her eyes. From the eyes of others, she looked as if she had been frightened, only staring at her bleeding hand.

Xing Tong held her hand and looked at it, while saying: "Fortunately, there are no fragments stabbed in it, I'll just sprinkle some medicine and bandage it."

At the back, Hei Feng saw that Master Tang's hand was cut and bleeding, and punched the man in the face: "I told you to bump into someone without apologizing!"

"Dare to do it with me! You are courting death!" The cultivator was not good-tempered, and he directly attacked Heifeng.

"Hei Feng, forget it, don't fight." Tangning turned around and shouted, telling him not to fight that person.

"This person deserves a lot of beating!" Hei Feng said, he punched out and was blocked, and kicked his foot again. The man grunted and kicked back. The two went back and forth without stopping at all. down.

Seeing this, Tangning stood up and saw the monk at the stall shouting, "Hey, you haven't paid for the broken mirror yet!"

"How much?" Tangning asked the cultivator.

"Five hundred spirit stones." The cultivator stretched out a hand and said the old god.

"You don't go grab it!" Xing Tong snorted: "It takes five hundred spirit stones for a broken mirror, what a big lion!"

The cultivator snorted softly and said, "What broken mirror? This is an ancient mirror handed down from my ancestors, but it is a rare treasure. Now that you have broken it, you have to buy it back, or you have broken my things. Don't want to pay? Want to enter the dungeon in the city? You can think clearly, it's you who are unreasonable, so as not to lose money and suffer disasters in the end!"

Tangning looked over there. Hei Feng fought against the cultivator, but he didn't have the upper hand. The man's cultivation was higher than his. After the battle, the corners of Hei Feng's eyes were swollen.

Seeing that man was merciless, he grabbed Hei Feng and fell to the ground with both hands, and when he clenched his fist and hit Hei Feng's belly, there seemed to be something caught between his fingers, and a cold light flashed.

Her eyes turned cold. She doesn't want to cause trouble, but it doesn't mean that she really sees the people around her being bullied. This person has made a mistake first and is merciless, and now she wants to use secret tricks to hurt people's lives, and her heart can be punished!

Just as the cultivator's eyes flashed a cold light and his fist was about to be shot down, a small figure flashed.

"What is this in your hand?"

The cultivator's wrist was clasped, and what was clasped at his wrist was actually a small hand with tender white flesh. It was obviously the hand of a five-year-old child, but he couldn't even move.

"Boy, let go!"

The cultivator was furious, and waved his other hand towards the child. Unexpectedly, he was kicked in the lower plate, his knees numb, and the whole person knelt down on one knee, and the small hand on his wrist also became aggravated. He pushed it outwards with great force, only to hear a click, and the sound of bones breaking.