The man tidied up his collar, glanced at the person who was shocked by him, and snorted softly: "What are you doing? Do you want to cheat someone?"

Hei Feng was shocked a few steps away from him without hesitation, stabilized his body and then stepped forward: "How dare you hit someone?"

"Master, your hand is bleeding!" Xingtong looked at Tang Ning holding the broken mirror and saw that her hand was cut a tiny saliva when pressing the broken mirror, and blood also oozed out.

Tang Ning looked at his hand in a daze at this time. When blood was accidentally dripping on the mirror, something appeared in his mind.

She closed her eyes and covered a dim light in her eyes. To others, her appearance seemed to be scared and she was only staring at her bleeding hands.

Xingtong held her hand and looked at it, saying, "Fortunately, there are no fragments thorned inside, so I'll just sprinkle some medicine and bandage it."

Behind, Heifeng saw that Mr. Tang's hand was cut and bleeding, and punched the man in the face: "Isn't apologizing if I ask you to hit someone!"

"Dare to fight with me! You are looking for death!" The monk was not of a good temper, and he directly attacked Heifeng.

"Heifeng, forget it, don't beat it." Tang Ning turned around and shouted, telling him not to fight that person.

"This man deserves a beating!" Hei Feng said, punching him out and being blocked, kicking him again. The man groaned and returned the kick. The two of them went back and forth, and they didn't stop at all.

Seeing this, Tang Ning stood up and saw the monk from the stall shouting: "Hey, you haven't paid for your broken mirror yet!"

"How many?" Tang Ning looked at the monk and asked.

"Five Hundred Spirit Stones." The monk stretched out his hand and said the old god.

"You don't go and grab it!" Xingtong shouted: "A broken mirror requires five hundred spirit stones, it's really a lion's mouth!"

The monk snorted and said, "What a broken mirror? This is an ancient mirror from my ancestors, but it is a rare treasure. Now that you have broken it, you have to buy it back. Or do you break my things and don't want to compensate? Want to go to the dungeon in the city? You can think clearly, it's unreasonable for you to avoid losing money and suffering from disaster in the end!"

Tang Ning looked over there. Heifeng and the monk fought against him, but they did not gain the upper hand. The man's cultivation was higher than his. After a fight, Heifeng's eyes were swollen.

Seeing that the man was merciless, he grabbed Heifeng with both hands and threw it on the ground, and clenched his fist with one hand and hit Heifeng's belly, something seemed to be stuck between his fingers, and a trace of cold light shone.

Her eyes turned cold. She did not want to cause trouble, which did not mean that she would really watch the people around her being bullied. This person was wrong first and was merciless. Now she still wanted to make a secret move hurt people's lives, and her heart would be punished!

Just as the monk's eyes flashed through, and his fist was about to be shot down, a small figure flashed, and the next moment, the tender little breasts were heard with a hint of coldness.

"What is this on your hands?"

The monk's wrist was held, and what was tucked against his wrist was a white and tender little hand. It was obviously the hand of a five-year-old child, but he couldn't even move.

"Boy, let it go!"
Chapter completed!