"How...how much?" Qiong Yunting's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe her ears.
Qi Yuan glanced at her and said speechlessly: "Did you not remove earwax last night and blocked your ears? You didn't even hear me when I spoke so loudly, 500 million spiritual stones!"
Qi Yuan was afraid that there was a lot of wax in her ears and she would raise her voice.
The sound spread throughout the hall.
Suddenly, many people stared at Qiong Yunting's ears.
Some people who are not at home even cover their mouths and laugh.
When Jiang Lingsu heard this, she hugged Qi Yuan's arm and almost pressed her face against Qi Yuan's arm, laughing non-stop.
She felt like she took a deep breath.
Qiong Yunting's face suddenly turned red and she became angry: "What nonsense are you talking about? I...I took out earwax!"
"It seems that he didn't clean it thoroughly and wasn't diligent." Qi Yuan concluded directly.
Qiong Yunting was furious. Even though she had already established the foundation, she was still breathless by Qi Yuan's words.
She had expected that rumors would spread throughout Yuntian City today that Fairy Qiong Yunting did not like to pick out earwax.
"Hey, actually, don't be shy. Now be bold and remove the earwax. Otherwise, I will be very tired by talking so loudly." Qi Yuan continued to persuade.
"You!" Qiong Yunting's eyes were red, and she almost cried at Qi Yuan's words.
"Don't be shy, sisters, we must refuse to be ashamed of picking out earwax and be ourselves openly!
Back then I even knew a fairy who even created her own way of picking noses in order to better pick her nose. You should learn from her and don't care about other people's opinions!"
Qi Yuan was a little excited as he spoke, and his words were also inflammatory.
Qiong Yunting's eyes were red. She originally thought about how to humiliate Qi Yuan, but she had long forgotten it.
At this time, Wang Yunteng, who was wearing a green robe, spoke with an extraordinary air: "Fellow Taoist is from the Jiang family... my son-in-law. Are you here to borrow the spirit stone at the Divine Infant Banquet?"
This time, Jiang Lingsu blushed.
"No, I'm not a son-in-law, and I don't pour foot-washing water." Qi Yuan shook his head, "Today, the earwax fairy said that her husband's family is very rich. If I am short of money, I can come to the Divine Infant Banquet. Her husband will
Solve my problem."
Wang Yunteng looked at Qi Yuan with an arrogant expression: "The Jiang family is a big family in the East. They have encountered some problems with their industry in Yuntian City. Lord Benzhen knows something about how many spiritual stones are needed?"
Before the Divine Infant Banquet was held, he heard Qiong Yunting mention Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu.
At that time, he also promised that he would give Qi Yuan's prestige a good shake, and if he could, he would take possession of the Jiang family's property in Yuntian City.
"500 million!" Qi Yuan said again.
He felt that these Taoist couples did not pick out their earwax every day.
They should remove each other's earwax at night before going to bed.
A look of displeasure flashed in Wang Yunteng's eyes: "500 million spiritual stones, are you kidding me?
With so many spiritual stones, I’m afraid even Yuntian City can buy them!”
Wang Yunteng doesn't know whether 500 million spiritual stones can buy Yuntian City.
But buying Zifu Daxiu's life is definitely enough.
"I'm not kidding, it was calculated.
Your Wang family has forty-five spiritual stone mines, operates five auction houses, and has stakes in more than 300 commercial firms. If they were all sold, they would be worth 1 billion spiritual stones.
As for the Earwax Fairy, her family is even poorer. She has a gambling father, a seriously ill mother, and an ineffective younger brother. The family only has about 50 million spiritual stones."
Qi Yuan had a smile on his face.
"I'm here for an appointment this time. Do you want to lend me the money?" He held out his palm.
Wang Yunteng's expression did not change, but the way he looked at Qi Yuan also became different.
The other monks also looked at Qi Yuan with strange expressions, and some looked like they were watching a show.
This red-robed monk actually knew the details of the Wang family so clearly.
It's not as simple as borrowing money.
Wang Yunteng naturally knew the truth, and he sneered: "I wonder who is standing behind Brother Qi, who has such confidence to borrow 1 billion spiritual stones!"
The powerful aura belonging to the Divine Infant cultivator swept through him at this moment.
When the surrounding monks saw this, some were watching the show while others stayed away.
Jiang Lingsu approached Qi Yuan and did not feel the aura of the Divine Infant cultivator. Jianshui looked at Qi Yuan with her eyes, and her mentality had undergone many changes.
When Qi Yuan heard this, he stretched himself.
To be honest, he has never bullied others.
Today, I came here to play with my junior sister and have nothing to do.
He thought for a moment and replied: "Behind me stands... the Blood Clothes Alliance!"
He directly used his own strength.
After saying this, Qi Yuan felt a little relieved.
No wonder those second-generation ancestors always like to say, who is my father, who is my grandfather, and who is my master.
This feeling of bullying others is really refreshing!
"Blood Clothes Alliance?"
The faces of the guests present changed slightly, and some had a look of fear on their faces.
"It turns out to be someone from the Blood Clothes Alliance!"
"He is wearing a bloody robe..."
"The Wang family has been targeted by the Blood Clothes Alliance. It's over!"
Who doesn’t know about the Blood Clothes Alliance today?
The experience of the bloody sword god can be considered inspirational.
He left home in middle age and embarked on the path of immortality, becoming a late bloomer.
When I returned home, I found that my daughter had been humiliated by the Palace of Light and put in a doghouse!
Thus, the blood-clothed sword god started his legendary journey with hatred.
Destroy the Palace of Light, kill the Yin God, and create the Blood Clothes Alliance!
Later, he offended the Shenhua Club and was banned.
The blood-clothed sword god went to the headquarters of the Shenhua Club alone and killed the leader of the Shenhua Club with one sword!
The Divine Flower Club has also become the object in the palm of the Blood-clothed Sword God.
The bloody-robed sword god is now the most famous legendary figure in Eastern Earth and more than twenty surrounding areas.
If there really is a blood-robed alliance standing behind this blood-robed man, the Wang family will be really in danger!
In Helanzhou, the Wang family is the overlord.
But if the Blood Clothes Alliance takes action against the Wang family, it won't work even if the Wang family has Wang Yunteng who has the talent of the underworld.
When everyone was worried about Wang Yunteng, Wang Yunteng gave a rare chuckle, with sarcasm in his laughter: "These days, all the deceptions and abductions are coming to my Wang family.
Did you know that the senior Blood-clothed Sword God of the Blood-clothed Alliance has agreed to accept Ben Zhenjun as his disciple immediately?"
Wang Yunteng said proudly.
The important thing that the Wang family wants to announce at this Divine Infant Banquet is the news that Wang Yunteng has been accepted as a disciple by the Blood-robed Sword God.
"What, Wang Zhenjun was attracted by the senior Blood-clothed Sword God and accepted him as his disciple?"
"It's great to congratulate, this is really jealous...Kun'er turned purple!"
"The Wang family has a real dragon!"
"Wang Yunteng's talent is outstanding. If he were to participate in the Eastern Territory Talent List, he would definitely be one of them. It is understandable that he would be favored by the Blood-clothed Sword God and be accepted as his disciple!"
"I didn't expect that Senior Blood-clothed Sword God would also accept disciples!"
Everyone on the scene was shocked and extremely envious.
"Then Qi Yuan actually made trouble for the Wang family. Isn't this because the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple?"
"This red-robed monk is in trouble!"
These people looked at Qi Yuan with regret on their faces.
Even if he is really a member of the Blood-clothed Alliance, if he offends a disciple of the Blood-clothed Sword God, he will be finished.
At this time, Qi Yuan was confused.
The development of the situation was a bit beyond his expectation.
"Hey, that's a little too much. I'm obviously the Dragon King and God of War!"
"Why are you so shocked by him?"
"Also, why are you stealing the show of my crooked mouth?"
Qi Yuan Wuyu was in a rare good mood and accompanied his junior sister to play the role of Dragon King and God of War, but failed.
He looked at Wang Yunteng and said calmly: "You said you are a disciple of the Blood-clothed Sword God, but what evidence do you have?
If you are his disciple, I...I will be the Blood-clothed Sword God's father!"
Qi Yuan was going to say that he was the Blood-clothed Sword God.
But the other party is not the disciple of the Blood-Clothed Sword God, he is the Blood-Clothed Sword God, so this sentence cannot be taken into consideration, and it may be a wrong sentence.
"You dare to be disrespectful to the Blood-clothed Sword God. You are finished. No one in this eastern land can protect you!" Wang Yunteng had murderous intent in his eyes.
It seemed that he really regarded the bloody sword god as his master.
"Call out your master, the Blood-clothed Sword God, and let me see!" Qi Yuan put his hands on his hips.
He wanted to see if there was anyone with the same name as him.
Doesn't this mean that... his copyright has been infringed?
You have to ask him for some compensation.
"The Blood-clothed Sword God is not here, but I am."
At this moment, an old voice came.
I saw an old man wandering out, with a wine gourd hanging on his waist and a strong smell of alcohol on his body.
The tip of his nose is red, indicating obvious rosacea.
He appeared suddenly, seemingly escaping the perception of everyone present.
The monks present looked fearful when they saw the old man appear.
Because he seemed to appear out of thin air.
"I've seen the Drunken Master!" Wang Yunteng immediately saluted respectfully, and then said, "The Drunken Master is a legendary immortal figure. Even my master, the blood-clothed sword god, must call him "Senior" when he sees him!"
Wang Yunteng introduced the Wine Master to everyone present.
The wine master took the wine bottle and poured wine into his mouth.
The monks present smelled the aroma of the wine and looked shocked.
Because there seemed to be endless divine power brewing in that wine.
It seemed that the Yin God had transformed it into wine with its own spiritual power.
If this drunkard can drink such wine, he must be a yin god!
They looked at the drunkard and believed him even more.
The wine master finished his drink in one sip and burped: "Wang Yunteng is a very good kid with great talent. I like him very much.
It's a pity that I thought it was troublesome and didn't want to accept a disciple, so I gave him to the guy in blood clothes."
Qi Yuan looked at the drunkard with a calm expression.
In his eyes, everything about the drunkard was invisible.
The drunkard in front of me is indeed a strong Yin Shen, and he is also a great master, an extraordinary great master.
"Have you ever seen the Blood-clothed Sword God? If you throw Wang Yunteng to him, will he agree to accept him as a disciple?" Qi Yuan asked.
"When I was slightly awake from a hangover and lying on the carriage, this guy in blood clothes was very considerate and kept vigil for me." The drunkard said carelessly, "It was his honor that I gave Wang Yunteng to him. He was eager to please me!"
The wine master said with a proud smile in his eyes.
Qi Yuan's eyes were calm.
In the first half of the sentence, his nose grew slightly, which shows that... what the wine master said was false, and Xueyi did not keep vigil for him.
In the second half of the sentence, the nose has not changed, which shows that what the wine master said is true, or in other words, he thinks it is true.
"You are so confident. I am 99% sure that the Blood-clothed Sword God will not accept him as his disciple." Qi Yuan said calmly.
"In this matter, even if you are really the father of the Blood-clothed Sword God, the Blood-clothed Sword God still has to listen to me." Jiu Fuzi was full of confidence, "In this world, the strong people, the stronger the Great Master, the more they ask for.
I, because, only I can give them a way to survive!"
The drunkard said boldly, full of pride.
Qi Yuan looked calm: "I heard that the Blood-clothed Sword God is the strongest in the world. Does he still need you to help him survive?"
"Little baby, you don't understand." The wine master said, "I take off my shoes, and the bloody sword god has to put them on for me.
Aren’t you from the Blood Clothes Alliance? Call him over and I’ll ask him to put on my shoes on the spot!”
The drunkard is as confident as a peerless master.
The expressions on the faces of the monks present changed drastically, and some became silent.
Because what this drunkard said is too exaggerated.
The only thing that could really be heard by the Blood-clothed Sword God is...
"Hey, I dare to say this because I am confident.
The Blood-robed Sword God is very powerful, but there is no name on the mythical monument, hehe... that's all." Jiu Fuzi continued.
Wang Yunteng said at this time: "There are large sects and hidden organizations in the world. Jiu Fuzi is the deputy leader of a hidden organization!"
When the others heard this, they were shocked.
Could it be said that this drunken master is a real dragon?
However, whether it was the blood-robed sword god or the drunken master, they were both people they could not afford to offend.
The wine master looked at Qi Yuan with a sad expression: "Boy, help me put on my boots. I won't argue with you about the offense today.
Otherwise...hey, if you make me unhappy, your sect, that girl behind you, and the Jiang family will all become Huihui!"
Hearing this, Qi Yuan looked calm: "The atmosphere in the world of cultivating immortals is really corrupt.
I had just wiped out the Feng family, and when I came here... I met another potential murderer.
Alas, why are there so many bad people in the world even though I work so hard?"
A gust of wind blew by, and Qi Yuan's bloody robe moved instantly.
The monks present were slightly stunned when they heard Qi Yuan's words.
What? The Feng family was wiped out?
They were shocked, as if they heard something extraordinary.
Suddenly, they thought of something and looked at Qi Yuan in surprise.
Today is Wang Yunteng's divine infant banquet. It stands to reason that the Feng family will also come in person, but no one has come yet.
this……
They quickly transmitted the message and sent it out.
"Destroy the family?" Jiu Fuzi frowned, his powerful spirit swept over at this moment, and suddenly, the tragic situation of the Feng family came into view.
He glanced at Qi Yuan with a look of surprise in his eyes: "You are so awesome, you really wiped out the Feng family!"
As Jiu Fuzi spoke, his powerful soul attacked Qi Yuan at this moment, wanting to see Qi Yuan's true identity.
However, when his powerful soul touched Qi Yuan, it was like a spring breeze entering the water, without causing any waves.
"You kid..." The wine master looked suspicious, "Could it be that he is really the father of the Blood-clothed Sword God?"
The monks present were a little confused when they heard this.
After a while, countless messages were transmitted to their ears, and the way they looked at Qi Yuan completely changed.
Because just now they got the news that the Feng family was wiped out.
The people from Feng Palace seemed to be rushing to Yuntian City to apologize.
Because, the person who destroyed the Feng family was... the legendary bloody-robed sword god.
They were shocked and puzzled.
How come they only know about such a big thing now?
They had no idea that where Qi Yuan appeared, ten suns would shine in turn, and the effect of forgetfulness would be aggravated.
"The Blood-clothed Sword God, he is the Blood-clothed Sword God!" A divine infant monk trembled, his heart shocked.
They never expected that the Blood-clothed Sword God would appear here.
Moreover, it seems that he is still the Jiang family’s son-in-law!
The monk who had previously secretly laughed at Qi Yuan turned extremely pale at this moment.
The others' expressions became awed.
"Greetings to the Blood-clothed Sword God!" Immediately, a divine infant monk saluted.
The other monks also saluted.
Although the drunkards brag about it and seem to be strong, they have no idea how strong they are.
The Blood-clothed Sword God is different, he is really ruthless.
When Wang Yunteng saw this, his face turned pale.
Qiong Yunting also had a look of disbelief in her eyes. She glanced at Jiang Lingsu and then at Qi Yuan, her expression on the verge of collapse.
Only the drunkard was just a little surprised and still sat there, as if he were sitting on a fishing platform.
"Are you the Blood-clothed Sword God? Come on, give me some boots!"
There was confidence in the wine master's voice, which was confidence in his strong strength.
When the other monks present heard this, their eyes showed shock.
Wang Yunteng also turned pale, and in his heart he really expected that this drunkard... wouldn't be a big talker.
Otherwise, the Wang family will really be doomed.
However, Wang Yunteng breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of the strangeness of the drunkard.
At this time, Qi Yuan looked at Master Jiu with a smile in his eyes: "To paraphrase an ancient saying, no one who is better than me is allowed to exist in this world of Canglan!"
He couldn't stand it, this drunkard was so good at pretending.
If he didn't compete, he would feel itchy like ants all over his body.
Of course, after the competition, what Qi Yuan is best at is... killing, killing, killing.
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