This is not over yet, the evil-minded young master prefers to see these sanctimonious immortals blowing their beards and staring in anger.
His charming eyes looked straight at Jiang Qinfeng, and the Ningcai ink in his hand changed unpredictably.
"What I just said is that it is true that you have been a little too wild and it is not in line with the rules of your immortal way. You should apologize to the young master."
"Hmph, it seems that demon cultivators are not all people who don't understand etiquette!" the immortal monk snorted coldly.
Jiang Qinfeng didn't think so.
"I heard that Mr. Xuehun was once selected as the most beautiful woman on the list of geniuses. With jade as his bones and snow as his skin, he should choose a good time and auspicious day to be betrothed and accept a good fortune. He will marry the young master with eight-carriage sedans and thousands of miles of red makeup.
Dasha**, a blood ritual, forming an everlasting contract, our souls are separated even if we are separated, we will be happy for thousands of years, and our hearts will be forever bonded.”
After saying that, the Ningcai ink in Yuan Zeshan's hand transformed into the shape of a bouquet of roses.
The obsidian-textured rose bouquet has fine serrations on the edges of the petals. It is so beautiful that it is breathtaking, but it has the danger of killing people.
"Snapped."
Ye Tong, a physical cultivator in the Jindan period, crushed the tea cup in his hand and stared angrily.
"Fuck your shit!"
His mother committed suicide after giving birth to him because of the rape of a demon cultivator. She did not have a good death. Naturally, she hated such a demon cultivator with evil desires.
Ye Tong immediately flew up and struck out with his iron fist, turning the star-catching stage that held all the world's treasures into a ring, insisting on knocking this ignorant boy off the stage in public.
Huohuo's fist wind hit, Yuan Zeshan stretched out his arms, tapped his toes, his limbs were slender, and his body was graceful, like a red paper kite flying in the air.
"Do you want this flower?"
He raised his lips and smiled, with black hair flying behind his back. Thousands of black petals flew towards the powerful body cultivator, overwhelming the sky and covering the ground with coldness, targeting his face, neck, chest, waist and knees.
Ye Tong was able to resist once, but he could not remain unharmed every time.
After several rounds, his clothes were in rags, his body was covered with injuries, and his speed was getting slower and slower. He only heard a pop, spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, and his eyes widened in shock——
I can't believe that he was a high-ranking Golden Core monk and he was defeated so quickly.
The three elders on the box also had their own thoughts.
Gongsun Ying frowned: "On that flower, there is a dispersion that makes people move slowly."
"Quickly, send Ye Tong out for treatment."
Qing Lingyue's eyes were full of concern.
"Dad, this demon cultivator is so arrogant, why do we just let him ride on our heads and run wild? But then again, this Ye Tong is really useless." Chen Baohu said angrily.
"What do you know? No matter how hateful Yuan Zeshan is, he is just a descendant in the fasting stage. According to the upright and upright rules of our immortal way, in the eyes of everyone, who has the face to take action? Don't you look at Mrs. Qing? What did Jiang Qinfeng do to his son?
That’s it, it’s just a contest of spiritual power, not a fierce fight.”
"Then he has followed the rules of the immortal way correctly? It seems that the rules of the immortal way are not a good thing sometimes, and they are frustrating."
His words expressed the thoughts of many monks.
The rules of immortality are indeed out of date sometimes.
Chen Baohu rolled his eyes: "Isn't Jiang Qinfeng very powerful? **Young Master likes him, why doesn't he go up? After all, he is just a turtle with a false reputation. I don't know how he got into the master's sect and still has the face and kindness.
I boasted about how good he was back then."
"How could I have such an incorrigible son like you?"
Chen Jinsheng slammed the tea lid shut and shouted harshly.
"Do you think he's acting out of a script? He makes wild remarks and uses provocative words. As a man, Jiang Qinfeng has to avoid suspicion. It's not convenient for the strongest rookie to come forward, and he has also incurred a lot of stigma. It seems to be a wrong move, but it has a miraculous effect."
"You, you have to learn from me."
At this time, after a fierce fight, Chen Baohu's role model, his clothes were not messed up, his chin was raised, like a beast king who had won a great victory in the competition for his spouse, and he smiled triumphantly at the spoils.
He had a sable on his shoulder, and his two claws had a firm grip on it, but he was a little dizzy as his master swayed in a cool manner, and his little eyes turned into circles of mosquito coils, protruding and spitting out strings of orange seeds from his cheeks.
It turned out that Sable Baoer had secretly eaten the Tegon tangerine on Jiang Qinfeng's desk without him noticing.
Jiang Youlin had obviously fed him before.
Jiang Qinfeng: "Hey, this mink is pretty awesome."
Yuan Zeshan: "???"
As expected of his favorite type, his perspective on things is indeed very strange.
Then, the confident young master raised the bare flower branches in his hands, and with a brushing sound, the petals and blades inserted on the stand returned to the branches one after another. After fusion, they turned back into a perfect bouquet, just like the first.
If it weren't for the fact that the floor made of ten thousand-year-old sea cedar wood was covered in bruises, no one would believe that this thing was a big killer.
"How is it? Did the performance just now impress the young master? Ten thousand spiritual stones, one price, do you want to buy it?"
He recalled Jiang Qinfeng's mood just now, and felt itchy in his heart.
It turns out that Yuan Zeshan had the idea of ​​using his reputation to promote himself.
It's really emotional, but it makes people feel stressed.
Jiang Qinfeng's face was expressionless: "...I'm not impressed."
**The smile on the young master's face disappeared, and gradually returned to a slightly violent calm. He was a thousand times scarier than usual in this state, and even Mo Wanwan, who was a magic player, did not dare to disobey the young master's order.
Jiang Qinfeng peeled an orange and put it in his mouth. It was really sweet. No wonder the little marten sneaked in and wanted to eat it.
"Come on, come on, Brother Xie, Ayou, Xiaofeng, and Sister Yan, come and have a try."
Xie Lingtan: "It's delicious and very sweet."
Jiang Youlin: "I carefully selected and brought it to Xiaofeng. This is a royal item. It will not lose face even in the world of cultivation."
Xu Xiaofeng: "Another basket, please. Thank you."
Yan Yiyun: "Can pandas eat oranges?"
Xie Lingtan: "It's okay to be omnivorous."
The hidden secrets of the three teams of Shangqing, Kaihuang and Lingbao shocked the whole family: The atmosphere in this row is too wrong! Are you going on a spring outing?
"Don't accept the move? That's fine."
Yuan Zeshan returned to his smile, returned Ningcai Mo to its original state, looked at the Immortal monks who were about to make a move, and said lightly: "Ningcai Fantasy Mo has countless changes, and can be imitated by all the heavenly warriors in the world. Even the weapons created by oneself can kill countless people."
"The starting price is 100,000 spirit stones, and the price will increase by 10,000 spirit stones each time. Come on, everyone, if you are impressed, you can start bidding."
The monks present: "????"
Did their ears suddenly become infected with spiritual turbidity?
Otherwise, why would you think this number is so shockingly dirty and unreasonable!
"Wait a minute, Young Master Yuan, isn't it a one-time price of 10,000 spirit stones? That's ten times the price..." Huang Jiaojiao, who had been waiting for a long time, said aggrievedly.
Yuan Zeshan followed the good advice: "What I gave to Xiaofeng is the price of a Taoist couple, so naturally I won't——"
Before he could finish his words, and before he could see clearly who hit him, his chest felt tight and painful, and he stepped back repeatedly. He took a while to catch his breath before suppressing the blood that surged into his throat.
"you again?"
Xie Lingtan pulled out Broken Gold and pointed the sword directly at the arrogant Demonic Player: "You lost to me last time, let me see your progress."
"Then take action," Yuan Zeshan smiled coldly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth calmly, "The bravery of a martial artist, this is how immortal players deal with things. Xie Lingtan, I think you are a smart person."
"Really?" Xie Lingtan took out a hair ball from his arms, "Does this thing look familiar?"
Yuan Zeshan looked startled and quickly touched his shoulder. It was empty.
"you--"
When exactly?
The next moment, with a hiss, Xie Lingtan threw the black hair ball towards the auction seat.
"Why?"
Jiang Qinfeng caught it.
Who is this chubby little guy if not Bao'er?
The little villain curled up in his palm, shivering, and looked extremely pitiful.
Hey, it's just an innocent decoration, don't torture it.
Jiang Qinfeng smiled knowingly and looked up at the man.
The purple-haired monk coughed a few times, feeling embarrassed.
"Don't you like it? I'll grab it and give it to you."
Chapter completed!