The Sanxuan Sect is a large-scale fairy sect with tens of thousands of disciples and many masters. They are attached to the Ji family and can stand on an equal footing with the lords of the beacon city.
In Fenghuo Liancheng, Luo Lin naturally didn't take anyone seriously.
"Twenty thousand gold coins!" Luo Lin had already stepped onto the fifth floor of the Juese Tower. His heavy dark iron boots shook the iron-wood tower with a loud noise, and a layer of light gray floated up.
Twenty thousand gold coins is already a huge number, enough for Miss Yuchan to devote herself to drinking with you!
Twenty thousand gold coins is naturally not a small amount for Luo Lin, but he can still afford it. Sanxuanmen makes a fortune from mining spiritual stones, and the price of a piece of Zhenyao spiritual stone is equivalent to hundreds of thousands of gold coins.
"Twenty thousand and one gold coins!" Mr. Wuxia's voice was leisurely. Not only did he not take the 20,000 gold coins seriously, he didn't even take Luo Lin seriously.
At this moment, the entire Juese Building became quiet. Many people were frightened by the 20,000 gold coins, while some were suppressed by the auras of the ten generals and were unable to move.
Feng Feiyun still had a smile on his face, and suddenly gestured to Liu Qiansheng with his eyes.
Liu Qiansheng understood what he was thinking. He smiled, coughed twice, and said at the top of his voice, "Miss Yuchan is beautiful and beautiful. Twenty thousand gold coins is like inviting a girl to come out to sing and drink with you. It is simply an insult to Miss Yuchan."
, doesn’t anyone dare to raise the price higher?”
These four thieves are all afraid of chaos in the world. Wang Meng slapped the table again and shouted: "If I were as rich as Young Man Luo, I would just add 30,000 gold coins."
"Thirty thousand gold coins are just a drop in the bucket to Master Luo!" Luo Tuozi said with a smile.
Luo Lin's eyes slightly glanced at the private room next to him. Although he knew that these people were irritating him, he still showed an air of excitement and seemed to be enjoying it, and said: "Thirty thousand gold coins."
"boom!"
After the price was reported, the whole place was shocked, and all the cultivators almost stood up from their seats.
Ten thousand gold coins was already scary, but now it has climbed directly to thirty thousand gold coins. In normal times, such a price can already attract two red card girls at the same time.
“It’s so expensive!”
"Only the young master of the Sanxuan Sect can offer Zheng Wanjin like this. It seems that no one will raise the price anymore. Thirty thousand gold coins is already too scary."
"Tonight, Miss Yu Chan will be the forbidden meat on Luo Lin's bed."
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Many women in the stunning building looked at Luo Lin with beautiful eyes and enchanting figures, hoping to seduce this God of Wealth under their skirts.
But Luo Lin didn't even look at them. He had long been tired of playing with women of this level. Only the red card girls could make him feel the excitement. He imagined in his mind that Yu Chan would be pressed under him and ravaged, so he let him
His whole body was shaking.
"Thirty thousand and one gold coins." Master Wuxia said calmly.
The smile on Luo Lin's face suddenly froze, and there was murderous intent in his eyes. He stared at the vermilion door of the elegant room. Through the purple screen window, he could vaguely see a young man inside smiling at him. He was smiling so hard.
Very disdainful.
"You really don't know how to live or die!" One of the ten generals flew out, took a step nine feet away, and landed directly outside the door of the private room.
This warrior's entire body was shrouded in iron armor. Due to years of fighting, the smell of blood on the armor could not be washed away, and the resentment accumulated on the armor could not be dissipated.
Blood energy and resentment swirled around his body, condensing into a ferocious and terrifying "war spirit".
"Ouch!"
The translucent war spirit roared, and the war general broke into the private room with a spiritual thorn as long as an arm.
"Bang!"
The door to the private room was closed immediately, and no one could see clearly who was inside, and there was not even any sound coming from inside.
The ten war generals are all figures at the peak of the divine base, and they are all people who have survived a hundred battles and have withstood the washing of war and blood. They can definitely compete with two or three cultivators at the peak of the divine base.
Such a powerful person actually started killing people, and no one dared to stop him.
There may have been blood splattered in the elegant room five steps ago...
"Bang!"
A black shadow was thrown out of the private room, smashed the railing, and fell directly to the ground on the first floor from the fifth floor. The thick iron armor smashed gaps in the ground.
It turned out to be... that warrior!
This general was a feared figure in the city, but at this moment, the armor on his head was imprinted with deep footprints. The armor was dented by someone's kicks, and he fainted on the ground.
like a statue.
Squeak!
The imperial uncle of Borneo came out of the private room, stood on the corridor on the fifth floor, smiled at Luo Lin and others from a distance, and said: "Who dares to step into this private room again?
It’s more than just a kick in the head.”
The imperial uncle of Borneo shook the sleeves of his brocade robe and returned to his private room.
Being able to kick a warrior with an extremely high level of cultivation away and causing him to faint to death on the ground, it seems that there is an extremely skilled person in that elegant room.
"How dare you be so arrogant in the midst of a war-torn city? Today I want to see who you really are." The chill on Luo Lin's face became even worse, and he was about to rush in with the nine generals.
Many monks held their breath and looked at the fifth floor, feeling that a huge battle was about to happen.
Feng Feiyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, changed his voice, and said: "Master Luo, please think twice!"
Luo Lin suddenly stopped, glanced slightly at the private room next to him, and said sternly: "What do you mean?"
"I'm afraid that you will suffer a big loss and offend people you shouldn't offend." Feng Feiyun naturally didn't want to save Luo Lin, but didn't want him to die in the hands of Master Wuxia now.
Luo Lin, a playboy, can be of great use to Feng Feiyun!
"Haha!" Not only Luo Lin, but also the nine generals laughed.
"There are still people in Fenghuo Liancheng that I dare not offend?" Luo Lin puffed out his chest and stared at the sky, looking very arrogant.
Feng Feiyun said slowly: "If you say such words, Mr. Wuxia will probably be very unhappy."
As soon as the four words Mr. Wuxia fell, all the laughter disappeared, and several exclamations came from below.
"Is the person in the elegant room the legendary Prince Wuxia?"
"Oh my god! Let me tell you why the imperial uncle from the Borneo Kingdom walked out of the private room. It turned out that Young Master Wuxia was inside."
"No wonder he can kick away a general with just one kick. What a character Mr. Wu Xia is. He is a hero for all time and will never be defeated in a hundred battles!"
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Countless monks became enthusiastic, especially the Qingcheng Jiadai in the Juese Tower, whose eyes shone brightly. Young Master Wuxia was known as the most beautiful man in the world, and he actually came to the Juese Tower?
These four words, Mr. Wu Xia, are enough to make all the women in the world scream and go crazy for them.
But Luo Lin's expression changed in vain. Even the nine generals trembled slightly, arousing the fighting spirit in their bodies, ready to fight to the death at any time.
Facing an opponent like Mr. Wuxia, no one can be calm. Even people like them who have never died in a hundred battles are starting to get nervous.
Mr. Wu Xia lightly tapped the table with his fingers twice and said with a smile, "I wonder which friend recognized Su Yun?"
After being personally acknowledged by Mr. Wu Xia, the entire Juese Building fell into madness.
I'm afraid only Feng Feiyun and Mr. Wuxia can be calm now!
Feng Feiyun also lightly knocked on the table twice and said with a smile: "Master Wuxia only loves beauties and only remembers beauties. Unknown people like us and big shots like you will naturally not remember them."
Feng Feiyun added: "Young Master Luo and Young Master Wu Xia are both good and bad. In this romantic land, it would be unmanly to be violent. As an unknown person, I would like to make a suggestion: Today
In the end, we will only compete with who pays the higher price, not the cultivation of tactics!"
Luo Lin knew that Feng Feiyun was trying to help him. After all, even if he practiced for another thirty years, he would not be able to be on an equal footing with Master Wuxia, so he quickly responded and said: "I agree, for Master Wuxia's sake, I naturally have to do it."
Give."
"Comparing money, 叏哓, I like it!" Mr. Wuxia smiled faintly.
Luo Lin also laughed!
Feng Feiyun naturally smiled even more happily and thought to himself, I will make sure you don’t laugh out loud later!
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