Chapter 390: The wind left traces and the geese plucked their hairs
"Oh... thanks to my uncle's love, my nephew will no longer be polite. I will accept these Earth Element Magnetic Crystals which are updated the fastest. From now on, whenever something happens, Uncle Yunxia just needs to give an order. Go out of the fire and come back in the oil."
, my nephew will never dare to refuse."
Turning his head, the boy gave the old Taoist in the main seat a provocative glance.
Master Qingjun was so angry at the bottom of his heart, his face was sullen, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a long time. Thinking of the things under the Tianyuan trench, he finally chose to compromise and said with hatred: "Ahem... cough... That's right, we people are the elders, so fly
The boy is a guest from afar, so he must bring something to entertain him. Otherwise, when he returns to the Evergreen Realm, by saying this and that, wouldn’t it appear that our Heavenly Sword and Jialan sects don’t know how to treat guests?
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This old bastard! It’s on him again. That guy is clearly here to do something for you, someone from the Tianjian Sect, and he’s doing his own shit! This old fox is nothing like that! Although Zen’s sweetheart looks calm on the surface, he can’t.
In fact, I scolded Master Qingjun bloody in my heart.
"That's right, that's right. Master Fei's nephew is a guest from afar. We in Yunfan Realm cannot treat him badly. Brother Qingjun, as the landlord of this place today, I will not take away the responsibility of setting an example from you."
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"Hehe...hehe..." Master Qingjun squeezed out an ugly smile on his face. There was no other way, he was stabbed to the left and right!
"Um..., but I wonder what my nephew is most interested in in his life? Although our Tianjian Sect does not have the ability to catch the moon, we still have the ability to stir up troubles." Since you can't avoid it no matter what, why not reveal it?
Some courage.
"Uncle, good teacher, knows that my nephew's favorite things in his life are nothing but magic and sword techniques..."
Techniques, sword techniques? Since these words were spoken to the Tianjian Sect, the techniques were naturally not what he wanted. The real purpose was the sword techniques! Master Qingjun smiled slightly, followed his wishes, and said: "I want to
Our Heavenly Sword Sect is a sword cultivating sect, and there is nothing amazing about its techniques. However, the sword techniques are not something that any veteran can boast about. Looking at the entire Chuyun Star Territory, our sect is ranked second, and no one dares to claim the first place.
…As a result, the sect’s secret skill is the ‘Heavenly Sword Art’. Apart from the ‘Heavenly Sword Art’, I don’t know which one my nephew would like the most?” Master Qingjun spoke eloquently, naming dozens of sword art techniques in one breath.
Although it was worth three thousand, Lang Fei could only hold on to one scoop. He smiled slightly and said: "These little nephews are not very interested. As early as in the Evergreen Realm, they heard that the Master Tianjian left a "Wanxian Senluo Sword Art"
', but I wonder if my nephew can borrow a few of them?"
"Huh? 'Senluo Wanxiang Sword Technique?'" Master Qingjun was stunned when he heard this. It was not that he was reluctant to part with it, but what this boy wanted was a bit strange. He chose this one despite so many mysterious sword techniques.
An extremely useless ancient sword technique? Could it be that he really thought that he was a genius like the Feixing Patriarch, and could he understand some things from it?
"Fei boy, there is no shop like this after passing this village. The 'Wanxiang Senluo Sword Jue' is not a piece of cake. Why don't you think about it carefully?" Fairy Yunxia said with a wink.
Lang Fei shook his head. "Uncle, I have made up my mind, I will choose it!"
Master Qingjun glanced at the two of them, and after confirming that Fairy Yunxia was not inciting him to ask for the "Wanxiang Senluo Sword Art", he laughed. "In that case, it is true that there is no such shop after passing this village.
Junior nephew, don’t regret it!”
As he spoke, he quickly took out a simple jade slip and threw it to Lang Fei very quickly.
The Jade Slip of Divine Consciousness was made by a true immortal. Now let alone refining, ordinary monks can't even take a look at it. When Lang Fei started with the jade slip, he naturally knew that it was genuine. He put it on his head and tried hard for a long time.
, but to no avail, so I had to call Fairy Qingxia in a low voice and ask her to help record it in a volume.
This scene made everyone on the sidelines smile. Qingjun smiled angrily. "You kid, are you afraid that I am a fake as an elder? How can you, a refining monk, get your spiritual consciousness?"
Naturally, he didn't know that Lang Fei not only had spiritual consciousness, but was also much higher than the ancestors of Qi Transformation. However, he did guess correctly about Lang Fei's intentions. This kid has always been very naughty, and he was afraid that the boat would capsize in the gutter.
, as early as when he was pretending to hold the jade slip, he had already recited the contents silently, and what he did next was just to deceive others.
"Brother Zen Heart... Look..." Seeing the boy taking over the copy copied by Fairy Qingxia with satisfaction, Master Qingjun glanced out of the corner of his eye, only to see Zen Heart's sweetheart squinting his turbid old eyes and laughing.
Non-stop. "Old bald thief, I don't feel well, and you don't want to feel better either." Thinking of this, Master Qingjun took back the Wanxiang Senluo Sword Jue handed over by Lang Fei and winked at him. "Fei.
Boy, Jialan Sect’s ‘Da Liuli Qingjing Sutra’ is an incredible practice technique.”
"You..." Zen Sweetheart stared as if her tail had been stepped on, staring angrily at Master Qingjun. "Old bastard, you... you are teasing me."
Master Qingjun had a smile on his face, with a sinister expression on his face that said he wanted to be beaten.
"Buddhist Kung Fu? Not interested!" Just as the two looked at each other angrily, Lang Fei weighed the pamphlet in his hand and suddenly said this.
Master Qingjun was stunned when he heard the words. But Zen Heart Patriarch on the side shouted the Buddha's name loudly. Just as he looked at the beard-blowing Master Qingjun opposite him with a look of gloating on his face, Lang Fei's next words
And he fell from the clouds to the earth in an instant.
"Well, I'm not interested in the martial arts, but I've never seen the relic!"
Upon hearing this, Master Qingjun was overjoyed. He nudged Patriarch Zen Xin with his elbow and nuzzled at Lang Fei.
"Haha... Fei Xiaozi was joking. That thing is gray and pretty. There isn't much else here for the old monk. There are a few bottles of Lingyuan Dan. But it's a third-grade Qingdan. If you don't mind, just take it.
How about giving it a try?"
Without waiting for Lang Fei to reply, Master Qingjun on the side rushed to say: "Brother Zenxin Taoist, isn't your Buddhist sect always about being kind and charitable? Why are you so stingy now? It's just Lingyuan Dan, and you deceive the ignorant.
It’s just a child. I think Master Lang Fei’s nephew was born in the alchemy sect, and Taoist brother Xuanyu has saved so much for him. How can he care about your bottles of elixirs? Not to mention that I can’t understand the old man, even these next to him
The juniors will laugh at you, so I advise you to show some sincerity."
"Uh... It's just that the old monk didn't think it through well. Nephew Lang Fei, otherwise, I still have a few extra magic weapons on hand, why don't I give them as a gift? Do you think this is a good idea?"
Lang Fei didn't answer, patted the Xumi belt, reached out and took out the Nether Bone Burning Heart Lock and placed it on the edge of the pool, followed by the Soul Binding Shuttle, then the Nether Soul Hundred Ghost Banner, the Heavenly Emperor Demon Banner, and the Black Prison Demon Banner.
, Mo Luo Ban Axe, Wu Tu Banner, Kui Niu Jin, Jiutian Ruler, Yuanyang Baogai... and the half-scraped Youluo ancient bronze bell, etc.
The Zen sweetheart's face turned green as he looked away. No matter how you look at this kid, he is just a refined man, but his wealth is much more than that of himself in the later stage of becoming an immortal. In this way, what else does he have?
It would be embarrassing to show off with the few scraps of metal in my hands.
"Hehe...hehe..." The old monk smiled, while the corners of his eyes kept shaking. After dilly-dallying for a long time, under the half-smiling eyes of Master Qingjun and Fairy Yunxia, he reached into his sleeves and trembled.
He took out two pieces of black stuff that looked like irregularly shaped stones. "I used a few when the Demon Sect came to attack last time, but now I don't have much left. I gave these two to my nephew to take a look."
"Hey..." Master Qingjun grabbed the two relics. "Brother Zenxin, this is your fault. Over the hundreds of thousands of years since your Jialan Sect, there have been endless eminent monks. What happened after they passed away?
The number of relics left behind should be in the thousands. After taking into account the requirements for strengthening the ancestral protection array and making offerings, you can use more than a hundred. What's the matter? Just take out these two mere relics right now.
You are fooling my nephew Lang Fei? You are too funny. Look at Fairy Yunxia, she is Fei Xiaozi’s future mother-in-law. The family has settled accounts clearly, how can we have the nerve to humiliate him as a junior? You only take these two relics
Don't say they can't stand it when you come out to deal with things. Even I, my brother, feel really sorry for you."
The Taoist's words seemed to be for the sake of the ancestor of Zen Xin. Everyone present felt uncomfortable hearing this, let alone the old monk who was involved.
"What the fuck!" The old monk was furious. Master Qingjun was so scheming that he bribed the boy with a useless sword technique, and then turned around to see his own joke. This was not the case.
It's not over yet, but they are blindly joining forces at the expense of others and are forced to vomit blood. The old monk became more and more angry as he thought about it. He gritted his teeth and stared at Master Qingjun, as if there was a day and two between them.
The hatred is as great as the hatred of the Three Rivers and Four Seas.
Master Qingjun felt a little frightened by what he saw. He felt that this was going too far, so he stopped trying to criticize the old monk. He smiled and put the two relics back to their original places.
Looking at Lang Fei again, he looks like he is sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, saying nothing, looking at his nose with his eyes, and his nose with his heart.
"Alas!" Zen sweetheart sighed, dug in his sleeves for a long time, and finally took out a number of pills in his palm, and put them in front of Lang Fei together with the previous two.
"Thank you very much, Master Zen Heart Master, for the generous gift, but my nephew is so disrespectful." This boy knew how to stop when he saw a good thing. He pulled the seven relics into the Sumeru Belt with a smile on his face. Then he straightened his face and said, "Two Master Masters."
Don’t worry, the affairs of Tianjian Sect are my business, and the affairs of Jialan Sect are also my business. Dealing with the beast tide will be left to my nephew."