Looking at the storage ring that shone with temptation, Lan Tu, the Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, fell silent.
Chen Yu played with the exquisite wine cup and smiled playfully. As for Ji Jianting, he looked cheerful, but his heart was bleeding.
After pondering for a long time, Lan Tu picked up the storage ring, looked inside with his consciousness, and his expression was shocked.
The pile of spiritual stones must be at least seven or eight thousand. God, how could this damn fat man be so rich? He is almost as rich as one-third of the spiritual stone reserves of the six major sects in the Xuanling Realm.
Lan Tu was just about to put away the storage ring, but his eyes suddenly froze, and he thought of a key point.
If Ji Jianting and the so-called Tian stripped naked just to see the beauty of the miniature formation, there was absolutely no need for such a big bloodshed.
You know, Ji Jianting gave Lan Tu about 11,000 spiritual stones for free before and after. Let alone a small sect, even a second-rate leader cannot be so wealthy.
The six major sects in the Xuanling Realm have a reserve of between 30,000 and 50,000 spiritual stones, and the Holy Spirit Sect has 43,000.
On weekdays, only Wan Sheng, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, can use these 43,000 spirit stones at will. The rest, not even the Great Elder Lan Tu, including the former Wan Sheng's only son Wan Guoting, do not have this power.
Lan Tu had heard of people spending a lot of money just to make Beauties smile, but he had never seen anyone willing to pay eleven thousand spirit stones just to take a look at the miniature formation.
If Ji Jianting paid so many spiritual stones because he wanted to obtain the miniature formation, it would be reasonable.
But it was just a glance. Such a big deal is not normal!
Extremely abnormal!
"Great Elder, what's wrong with you? Are you too young?" Ji Jianting asked, obviously sensing something was wrong.
Lan Tu didn't speak, he just put the storage ring on his right index finger and looked at Chen Yu.
"Elder Ji, have I ever seen this friend of yours?" With a strange intuition, Lan Tu always felt that the aura of the strange man in front of him was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember it.
"Hey, Great Elder, you have everything on your plate. My friend is just a small casual cultivator. How could you two have met?" Ji Jianting gave a sly smile.
"Elder Ji, I didn't carry the micro array with me, so I'm going to get it for you." After saying that, Lan Tu stood up and left.
"Wait!" Chen Yu suddenly said.
Lan Tu glanced at Chen Yu and said, "This stripped Taoist friend, what do you want to say?"
Ji Jianting and Chen Yu looked at each other and saw something wrong in each other's eyes.
If Lan Tu leaves and doesn't come back, then won't the game that the two of them worked so hard on be in flames?
Chen Yu didn't care. At worst, the sect-protecting formation was no longer needed and would be directly destroyed violently. But Ji Jianting would be in dire straits. Eleven thousand spiritual stones would definitely be wasted.
Chen Yu didn't think much and said directly: "Elder Lan Tu is the mainstay of the Holy Spirit Sect. It is my honor to exchange cups with you."
"Bishui Lake is so big, with thousands of twists and turns and hundreds of corridors, how can I have the nerve to let you waste your strength?"
"I'm almost done drinking. Let's do this. The Taoist priest and I will accompany Elder Lan Tu. What do you think?" yyls
Chen Yu's meaning is very simple. From now on, he and Ji Jianting will be tied to Lan Tu. Wherever the elder of the Holy Spirit Sect goes, they will go.
Lan Tu glanced at Chen Yu with a sinister look, then looked at Ji Jianting and said, "Elder Ji, what is your friend's level?"
Ji Jian straightened his white teeth and said with a smile: "This friend of mine is amazing. He has a middle-level cultivation of Jindan, which is a whole level higher than me."
The middle stage of golden elixir?
Since it's only the middle stage of the Golden Core, why can't he see through it? Lan Tu pondered.
The Xuanling world is huge, with tens of millions of monks and numerous sects. It is not unusual to have several weird techniques that cover up the aura of one's own realm.
How could he, the dignified elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, be afraid of two juniors?
Without any warning, Lan Tu took action. He struck out with his left hand and stamped his palm on Ji Jian's chest.
Poor Ji Jianting, who weighed more than 300 kilograms, was as light as a feather in front of Lan Tu. He flew straight out, smashed the door of the house, and rolled down in the courtyard. He was so embarrassed.
At the same time as he shot out his left hand, the Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect made a fist with his right hand and slammed it into Chen Yu's face. The air flow was turbulent. This punch was as heavy as a mountain, as if it could explode Chen Yu's body.
Facing this punch, Chen Yu looked calm. The index and middle fingers of his right hand formed a sword and struck Lan Tu's fist hard.
"Ah!" A miserable howl sounded, and the fist of the Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect was directly punched by Chen Yu until the skin was torn apart, the bones were shattered, and blood dripped down.
Without giving Lan Tu time to breathe, Chen Yu moved as fast as lightning and tapped all the acupoints on his body.
Lan Tu looked at the bloody hand and stared at Chen Yu in horror, "You...who are you? How dare you break into our Holy Spirit Sect!"
Ripples appeared on Chen Yu's face, and he revealed his true appearance. The Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs trembled.
"The casual cultivator named Chen, how could this happen?" Lan Tu's teeth were chattering, and his heart was wrapped in fear.
Lan Tu was not present at the pinnacle battle between Chen Yu and Zhu Shiji, but he also heard too many people speak highly of the casual cultivator surnamed Chen, calling him the 'leader of the world'!
That's right, the Xuanling world is vast, billions of miles away, but those who dare to enter the Bishui Lake blatantly are like people visiting their own backyard. There is only one casual cultivator named Chen in the world.
Lan Tu lost the chance to resist. His acupuncture points were tapped, the spiritual power in his body was blocked, and his limbs were numb and stiff, making it difficult to even commit suicide.
"Immortal god, Taoist Master, I have lived for so many years, and I have never suffered from this kind of cowardice."
"You're such a bastard. You dare to attack a poor man. You're so tired of living." Ji Jianting, who received a solid slap from Lan Tu, felt his internal organs burning and his lungs stinging. He became angry and walked from the corner.
He picked up a brick, rushed into the house, and cracked it in front of the Holy Spirit Sect's elder.
After beating him violently for about ten minutes, Ji Jianting was tired and covered in hot sweat, so he gave up.
Poor Lan Tu, the mainstay of the Holy Spirit Church, was beaten into a pig's head by a grave digger. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and even a few of his teeth were lost.
"When you feel better, stand aside. I have something to ask him." Chen Yu, who was sitting on a chair watching the show, said indifferently.
"Does the beating feel comfortable? Oh, it's not enough. I'm going to beat Master Dao's shit out of his mouth." Ji Jianting spit hard at Lan Tu.
Ji Jian's character was so slippery and his ability to flatter was so good that even Chen Yu was fooled by this guy back then.
Chen Yu really wanted to kill this fat man, but he couldn't do it, and he didn't know why.
As far as Ji Jianting is concerned, even the dignified 'leaders in the world' have never touched him, and they still call him brothers and need his help. What qualifications does Lan Tu, the great elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, have the right to slap him?
"Okay, time is limited, don't make trouble!" Chen Yu pushed Ji Jian to sit on the chair.