Li Qingtong could still calm down because in the scene where the spiritual cauldron was revealed, the scene was more than just two or three people.
The monk who appeared at this time was just... not even an oriole, at most one of a group of praying mantises.
When a battle between two people can determine the ownership of the magic weapon, and no one dares to act rashly in the confrontation between the three of them, Li Qingtong, the owner of the magic weapon, has been completely ignored.
"The nights are long and there are many dreams. It is not suitable for us to do this... How about an equal share?" The newcomer Li Qingtong also had a chance encounter and is still a member of the patrolling and law-enforcement monks.
The hearts of these people are simply black.
Li Qingtong's eyes showed sadness.
"Boy, you don't need to be like this. Your cultivation has not even reached the second level of the Qi Refining Stage. Holding a medium-grade magic weapon is like a weak child swaggering through the market with gold. I will erase your recent memory later and I will not give it to you.
Leave a knot in your heart!" Li Qingtong had a profound understanding of the four words "sanctimonious" because of his appearance, which he thought was handsome and elegant.
"Okay!" The female nun agreed.
"Sure!" The sturdy man also agreed with the elegant male monk's method of handling the matter.
"Present it." The latest elegant monk who arrived has the highest level of cultivation and has the perfect strength of the eighth level in the Qi refining stage.
He didn't stretch out his hand, and his calm tone was like a high-ranking emperor looking down on his subjects.
It gives the impression that... Li Qingtong is only right if he offers his treasure!
He scolded the three guys in his heart, and Li Qingtong showed various expressions on his face.
There is confusion, fear, unwillingness, and deep despair!
With his expression changing, Li Qingtong's hand held a medium-grade magic weapon that was as heavy as a thousand gold and slowly reached out to the eighth-level perfect monk in the Qi Refining Stage.
The other party was not angry because of Li Qingtong's struggle and slow movements. On the contrary, he enjoyed the process extremely.
This is the sweetness of power!
"What a shameless person!" came a voice, lingering.
The three monks present were suddenly startled, and then breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the person coming, and their expressions turned ugly again.
The benefits have to be spread thin again!
Li Qingtong also seemed to be frightened, and his half-stretched hand suddenly retracted.
The scene fell into silence again, but Li Qingtong was able to capture the criss-crossing spiritual sound transmissions from the Lingding's perception.
These Qi Refining Stage monks are discussing a new distribution plan. The reason why they don't speak out directly is not because of Li Qingtong, but because they themselves are scheming and collaborating.
But this thought... is in vain!
The orioles further away finally met each other.
The embarrassment only passed in an instant, and these monks who had the same idea released their own aura and slowly surrounded them.
They were all fellow disciples who knew each other well. When seventeen monks who had the same idea gathered together, no one knew what to do.
A medium-grade magic weapon is obviously not worthy enough.
You won’t lose face and only gain seven or eight spiritual stones, right?
"Tell me...boy, who do you want to give the magic weapon to!" A monk whose cultivation level has reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage said, and seventeen Qi Refining Stage monks focused their attention on Li Qingtong.
At this moment, Li Qingtong felt the weight of his gaze.
The whole person could hardly stand under the aura of countless coercive forces!
"These evil-hearted bastards! They actually want to deliver the things they have stolen from me with their own hands... I will keep your honor in mind, and I will send you my thanks in the future!" Just as Li Qingtong was under increasing pressure, his heart
When he was filled with anger, Lingding sensed a familiar figure.
Li Qingtong felt a little relieved.
Then just delay as much time as possible.
"Everyone, how about I leave this magic weapon here and let you decide on your own?" Li Qingtong already acted like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
Anyway, I have been targeted by so many people, and it is impossible to compromise, so there is no need to worry.
How dare you kill someone in public?
"I must have a middle-grade magic weapon... If I didn't have it, I would have to conjure it up for me!" A monk with a very sharp aura said. He is one of the strongest among the seventeen monks.
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There was a strong murderous aura lingering around him, and several monks who were similar to him in cultivation also frowned.
Li Qingtong was under even greater pressure!
This is the most obvious form of unreasonable bullying.
"Hahaha... I didn't expect that all the senior brothers, sisters and sisters would be so enthusiastic, and actually send Junior Brother Li back to my new disciple station. Hao Ren is so polite!" With the hearty laughter, the familiar figure of Li Qingtong quickly approached.
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The seventeen monks who gathered all had expressions as if they were dead fathers.
"Senior Brother Hao!" Li Qingtong looked like he was crying with joy. This was Lingding acting like a monster again.
"Senior brother came as soon as he received the news. It's just that some people were careless and delayed for several days before delivering the news to brother." When this was said, Hao Ren was already standing next to Li Qingtong.
"Little brother, there is a magic weapon here. It was given by senior brother Zhang... who is newly assigned to the task of picking lotus roots. My cultivation is shallow and I have no need for such a high-end thing. Now I am borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha in the hope that senior brother will accept it." Li Qingtong directly handed over the item.
The middle-grade magic weapon that everyone was fighting for was stuffed into Hao Ren's hand.
The latter was just stunned and understood everything immediately.
"Okay, senior brother wants this thing! Let's go first. Senior brothers and sisters, why don't you come and sit here? You can also explain some experiences in cultivation to our junior brothers." Senior Brother Hao Ren invited these people very politely.
Seventeen fellow disciples.
"Hmph!" Hao Ren responded with almost unanimous dissatisfaction, and the monks left together with scruples.
This is also because there are too many of them, so even if they get a medium-grade magic weapon, it is difficult to distribute them.
A crisis caused by an external object has temporarily settled down.