"It's because I know there are only ten places, so I only have seven or eight." The sect leader looked at it for granted, "Or I would have spoken for more than ten or twenty long ago."
The smile on the sword saint's face was almost unrestrained, "Sect Master, don't joke. There are only ten places in total. I can't give you so many."
"Then you are not bullying!" The clan put the tea bowl on the table, "We in the past, the Phantom Sect didn't come to snatch any of them. If we really go to heaven and heaven, it really has nothing to do with the human race, and we will be excluded, right?"
"Sect Master, who is bullying people?" Even the good-tempered sword saint also slapped the table. "In the past, the spiritual realm was opened, and we didn't seem to prohibit the disciples of the Illusion Sect from joining. It was obvious that there was no one in your sect!"
"Fuck! Who said that I have no one in the Illusion Sect?" The sect leader looked angry, "Who made this the rumor!"
The Sword Saint suddenly thought, "Sect Master, don't forget that the highest cultivation level for entering the spiritual realm is the fusion stage." Just you, an old hooligan, can't let this opportunity go in vain if you have a bargain.
"Why, people in our sect have no choice but to have high cultivation. Even if they have high cultivation, they will be discriminated against?" The sect leader said angrily.
The Sword Saint stopped responding this time.
Who doesn’t know that the Immortal Sect is famous for its few people. Others have tens of thousands of people in any sect, and only the Immortal Sect can produce five hundred and have to be firecrackers to celebrate.
The spiritual realm is actually a spiritual power tide, which appears every five years. According to the character of this old gangster, if someone is stuffed in his hand, he will stuff one or two. There has been no movement over the years, which shows how much the Illusion Sect has withered.
But this time he came to the door in person and asked for so many places. Could it be that the Huan Sect has collected a batch this time?
The sect leader glanced at the sword saint, and the dead old man who was pretending to be indirectly stopped saying a word, so he reluctantly took a step back, "Okay, how many places can you move out? If there are one or two less, then I will be generous and not care about it."
"I'm afraid it won't be possible if one or two are missing. I can only move one out for you at most." The Sword Saint looked like he was telling the truth.
The main reason is that the spiritual realm is opened and the quota is not only the forces of the second level, but even those who hear this news will come up. It is just that the younger generations of the second level are even more likely to get it.
"One?" The sect leader's eyes widened, "Old Man Jian, do you look down on our Illusion Sect? Our Illusion Sect has been nesting in the Yungong place where chickens do not lay eggs and birds do not poop for so many years. You are just treating us like this? Do you have any conscience?!"
"Yungong chickens do not lay eggs and birds do not shit. Do you dare to say this again in front of the Lord of the Dead Realm?" The Sword Saint has completely broken his face with this old gangster at this moment. "Anyway, there is only one place, do you want it, do you want it?"
"One is too few! At least five. If you don't agree to me, I will lead our Yun Palace and move them all back. Anyway, you know that the Monster King City is eager to move away. They will be just right when I leave." The sect leader threatened. As for the words slandering Yun Palace just now, it was all the time for Old Man Jian to hear it.
"Are you threatening me?"
"You just understand now? Give me the quota quickly. After this matter is settled, I have other things to be busy with. Don't waste my time."
The Sword Saint spat blood in his heart. He finally knew why Lao Qin hid out immediately when he heard him coming.
This old gangster... the reputation of the Fantasy Sect was ruined by him!
"Two." He no longer wanted to continue to get entangled, "I can only give you two of the ten places, I can't give you more, and there aren't. Is that the same thing, do you want love?"
The sect leader tried to persuade him again, and he was forced to fight and threatened, and could not pry open the old guy's mouth. In the end, he had to leave with these two places. When he left, he said he would come to visit him next time.
"Don't come here, I don't welcome you here." The Sword Saint said with a bad look on his face.
As soon as the sect leader left, Qin Sheng reappeared.
"What's this guy here for?"
The Sword Saint glanced at the old guy in anger, "What else can it be for? The spiritual realm is about to be opened. Come here to ask for a quota."
"Oh, their Immortal Sect has a new disciple?" Qin Sheng's tone was inevitably gloating.
The existence of a illusionist should not exist.
"How many places have you asked for?"
"I just need seven or eight people to open my mouth. I replied, but in the end I gave him two."
There are too many monks and fewer meat. Thousands of forces are inevitably fighting openly and secretly in order to compete for these ten places. Now there are two places left. I guess there will be something to make a fuss again.
"Two, tsk, it's really a lion's mouth. But don't bother with it. The Huan Sect's private request for two places will definitely not be able to resist. The one who will suffer will be their own disciples."
Others are beaten to death for a place, and you just need to talk to get it. If this is spread, there will definitely not be many people calm down.
A trace of worry flashed across the sword saint's face, "I'm afraid that things will turn against you if they are extreme, and the Illusion Sect cannot fall!"
In fact, no one is more worried about the affairs of the Immortal Sect than them. The younger generations of the Immortal Sect have withered. The three old men helped to select disciples to send them to them. They also asked them to relax their conditions and support the sect, but they were all rejected in the end.
Now after so long, he felt a little comforted that there would be another new person in the Fantasy Sect.
As long as the Illusion Sect does not fall, the monsters will definitely have concerns, and the human race will still have time.
"Don't worry so much, the boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge." Qin Sheng knew that his friend's favorite thing was to worry about the human race. "Actually, I'll think about it. What we can think of is that the old hooligan would never have imagined. Maybe he did this on purpose?"
"Intentionally?" The Sword Saint was stunned, "It's unlikely."
As a result, on that night, news came from the largest auction house in the second heaven that there was a mysterious strong man who auctioned the spiritual realm quota at a high price.
The Sword Saint who knew this news almost vomited an old blood.
"How dare he!" It's okay to forget about this kind of thing in private, but he actually took it out for auction openly.
But the auction house immediately went to the law enforcement officer to verify. The sword saint bit his teeth and finally nodded with a smile, saying that the quota was given to the Huan Sect, but it was indeed beyond his expectations that they took it out for the auction.
But this proves from the side that the news of the auction is absolutely true. So everyone was dissatisfied with the unfairness of the law enforcement officers, but they tried their best to get the quota.
"Why do I feel like I've been cheated?" The Sword Saint said to the old friend.
Chapter completed!