Although it is still a long way from the eighty spirit beads I brag down.

However, after Shen Qinglan finished the third level battle, the total number of spiritual beads she obtained was already the largest number of the entire human cultivation clan!

There have been many geniuses for thousands of years, and the most are forty or fifty.

It is probably a bit difficult for her to break this record now.

There will be fewer and fewer monsters behind you and stronger.

The monk smiled and said, "You can sell a lot of spirit stones when you take out this bag. You can do it. Three spirit beads can be exchanged for a wooden card. You have harvested five on the third floor. Now these twenty-two, think about it.

How many spirit stones!”

Some people are particularly short of one, and the first wave of buying it at home will definitely be more expensive than the auction house!

Shen Qinglan couldn't even close her mouth when she was said, and happiness came too suddenly!

She continued playing with the spirit beads in her hand, "I plan to keep two wooden signs."

The monk was stunned, "Leave two pieces? What do you want to do?"

Shen Qinglan glared at him, "What can I do? I just want to give my friends a chance to practice. I have a friend who vows to be the first female sword cultivator in Tianyuan Continent, and she should like it here."

After fifty years, Zhou Ling didn't know how many levels of foundation building would be cultivated, but judging from that girl's personality, this kind of experience that focuses on fighting will definitely make her excited.

As for the other part, she didn't think of who to give it to.

Let’s look at it when the time comes. If there is no suitable candidate, it will not be too late to sell the wooden sign.

Judging from the island master's mansion's heroic spirit this time, this thing is probably going to reach a new high in the number of spirit stones shot in the next world.

The monk smiled and said, "You seem to like being alone and not willing to interact with anyone, but I heard you mention your friends a few times, it seems that the donor Qinglan is a very good-hearted person."

Shen Qinglan looked at him, "Is there a possibility that I treat all my friends very well, I only treat you like this, but I just don't want to interact with you? After all, no one likes chattering!"

Monk:...

He really had an extra question!—

The more the nine-story demon tower reaches the higher the battle, the harder it will be, so it will take longer to rest after the battle.

Looking at this hourglass, it will probably take two hours to start.

Those injured monks and demon cultivators should give everyone a basic recovery time at least.

There is no distinction between night and day in the Nine-level Demon Tower, and more than ten hours have passed since they came in.

The high-intensity battle made everyone exhausted, and this was not comparable to the intensity of practicing for several days.

Cultivation will not lose your life, but the battle will be done.

Everyone else seized the time to practice, but Shen Qinglan wanted to go to bed!

Over the years, she has been accustomed to eating, sleeping and practicing regularly every day, and sometimes even taking a nap.

After fighting for so long, she felt that the rejuvenation spirit alone could no longer satisfy her, and she wanted to sleep.

Sleeping can relieve her mental fatigue!

Her hands were faster than her brain. She took out a tent from the storage bag, chose a place with fewer individuals, threw it down and got in.

Before entering, he threw a sentence, "Don't wake me up even if I come."

Monk:...

Why can this guy be so willful!

In the tent, the soft monster fur was filled with a faint fragrance of bamboo. Shen Qinglan fell asleep quickly after falling down.

It is said that she is tired, probably in this situation.

Only sleep can save her at this time.

The monk sighed silently. He originally thought that Shen Qinglan would take out something delicious to share with him, but after a few words, this guy took out a tent and went to bed!

Seeing someone walking towards this side, the monk moved to Shen Qinglan's tent to block the entrance, intending to be a janitor for the time being.

He picked up the rosary and started chanting.

Alas, the little monk has chanted a lot of scriptures recently.

I wonder if there will be a hint of comfort when the master finds out?

Wu Yuezhu, who was originally planning to come to find Shen Qinglan, saw the monk's actions and hesitated for a moment, then turned his feet and walked away.

If you still have a chance, don't bother and make others upset.

——

Compared to the quietness of the human cultivation side, the harmony of the demon cultivation clan is solemn.

When the original advantage was teleported to the fourth floor, there was almost no more left.

Before, people could not practice enough to separate them, but now the two sides are evenly matched in terms of quantity.

The demon race is naturally angry and wants to find out where the strong man of the human race is.

The female cultivator before disappeared, but now, except for Shang Jinxing and the bald monk, no one seems to be a threat.

But the powerful monsters did not come back!

If you lose in a simple battle, you will naturally be teleported.

But now that it is gone, it means death.

These people are too ruthless in their practice.

Compared to the solemnity of the demon cultivator, Shang Jinxing was much more relaxed.

The current results are not good in recent hundreds of years.

"Young Island Master, the winning situation this time is very big."

Meng Wanhai is a honest person. He can tell that he has a big chance of winning, which is because he really realizes that human cultivation has a higher chance of winning.

"That's not what you said before." Xiao Liu joked.

Meng Wanhai didn't care, just smiled foolishly, "Shen Qinglan was not in our plan before."

Indeed, Shen Qinglan's value before was not as good as a monk in their expectations.

But now, let alone that monk, even Shang Jinxing, the most powerful in the entire team, has to stand aside.

Xiao Liu glared at him and said less without saying anything. Didn’t he see that the young island owner looked a little bad?

Shang Jinxing looked at them and said, "Am I the one who ignores the overall situation?"

Meng Wanhai laughed, "It's just that the young island master doesn't like monks from the outside world."

Xiao Liu had a headache and had to send a message to Meng Wanhai, "Brother, I beg you not to speak!"

At this time, why don’t the foreign land make it unhappy for the young island owner?

Meng Wanhai realized what he said, and the young island owner was the most disliked about what he mentioned.

He actually blurted out just now, indeed seeking death.

"I'll go to practice." He threw down a sentence and ran away immediately, fearing that Shang Jin Ching would get angry.

Xiao Liu sighed and sat cross-legged beside Shang Jinxing silently and began to regain his spiritual energy.

Shang Jinxing closed his eyes but was unwilling to practice.

Outerland?

The ancestor also said that if he has too deep obsession, it will hinder the great way.

But so what?

Many things are not something he wants to let go of.

No one could let go of his obsession with a woman who almost ruined the entire Moon Island.

If the ancestor hadn't discovered it in time, the current Wangyue Island would have changed hands long ago.

Even if this woman is a fucking woman, even if she says she has no choice.

Even if she said she would never hurt her son.

But she helped outsiders seize the merchant’s Wangyue Island!

Thinking of his father being entangled by the inner demon for many years, he had no hope of advancing, and now he has no intention of practicing, just like a useless person.

He couldn't forgive the woman he kept calling him mother!

The woman from the outside world!

I'll have a day off on New Year's Eve. I'll try my best to make up for it before the end of the month!

I wish all fellow Taoists good luck, happiness and health in the Year of the Rabbit!
Chapter completed!