Sure enough, the young man smiled leisurely, and his smile was like peach blossoms blooming under the spring breeze: "The Dragon Clan Hua Qianye came to congratulate the Phoenix Emperor on his success in Nirvana. I presented two ginseng fruits, please accept them with a smile."
He had a white jade-like palm, and there was an jade plate out of thin air. Inside the plate were two ginseng fruits, snow-white, pink and tender, with eyebrows and eyes as if they were little dolls.
All the immortals took a breath. The ginseng fruit of the dragon clan is more precious than the peach of the queen. It is a naturally generated spiritual tree, with only one between heaven and earth.
The ginseng fruit produced on this tree can be immortal. The immortal family can increase its strength for three thousand years. It is really a treasure.
Except for the Dragon Clan, people from the outside world have never seen them even if they see them.
I didn’t expect that I would send two in one breath today!
It's really a big deal!
A glimmer flashed in the eyes of Xiao Fenghuang, and he solemnly thanked: "Thank you, the Holy Lord of the Dragon Clan. I am grateful. Uncle Yunkong, please keep it for me."
Yunkong was naturally so happy that he smiled. With these two ginseng fruits in his hand, I was afraid that if the little Holy Emperor could not only gain six thousand years of skill out of thin air, but also immediately took off the phoenix body and directly turned into a human form.
He hurriedly stepped forward and solemnly put it away, and invited the young master of the dragon clan to sit down at the VIP seat, and did not mention it.
Many immortals sent gifts one after another, and naturally they were all kinds of rare treasures, so I won’t go into details here.
As noon was approaching, all the fairy furniture that should have arrived, a banquet was held. For a moment, the water and land were all here, and the whole Phoenix Platform was filled with laughter and wine, and the wine was mingled and the food was very lively.
Xiao Fenghuang was watching the bustling and lively below on the stage, and his black eyes flashed slightly.
That person didn't come this time-
Are you afraid that it will embarrass him?
Its mouth showed a hint of ridicule, and it yawned lazily, and it became a little sleepy again-
The ceremony finally came to an end, and the immortals began to leave one after another, and the young master of the dragon clan, Hua Qianye, also left with two guardians.
However, he did not go back to the Dragon Clan Holy Land directly, but turned a corner and went to the villa where Indra was located.
In the villa, Indra was sitting under the flower stand in a casual white robe, drinking tea as usual.
His face was slightly pale, and his long silver hair looked like haggard.
"The god is so comfortable in the voice." Hua Qianye laughed and floated in.
Di Shiyin glanced at him, and flicked his sleeves. A jade plate was added on the stone table, and a small white light ball rolled around in the plate: "The eight thousand years of thought power is here, you can take it away.
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Hua Qianye smiled and sat down opposite him: "At least I will do you a favor, don't you invite me to sit down and have a drink?"
Indra raised his hand and poured a cup of tea himself, took a sip, and said lightly: "You exchanged ginseng fruit for my eight thousand years of mental power. How can you calculate how you can make money? What else can you do to help?"