"By the way, how much did you lose just now?" The ten bright red fingerprints on Qiu Mingyi's face gradually faded away, and he finally recovered a little more energy, and asked with a bitter face.
"All the money in five hundred thousand is lost." Speaking of this, Chu Yuange became even more pessimistic and desperate.
After all, he was promoted to the Saint of Transformation earlier than Lin Yuantang. If he learned from his mistakes, he would put aside all the chores and devote himself to practicing. Maybe he could improve his cultivation a little further before the next Millennium Battle. At that time, he might have a few more points to face Lin Yuantang.
Opportunity - at least, you won't be abused too badly.
But just now, he almost lost all the coffin books. What did he use to purchase cultivation resources and to improve his cultivation?
Chu Yuange is like this, and of course others are no exception. Seeing Lin Yuantang and others who were buying Dao Lingcao in the distance, radiating the light of a rich man on their bodies, their hearts were bleeding again.
"It's strange. With the current strength of the Qingyuan Dao Mansion, how could they be promoted to the Saint at the same time?" Qiu Mingyi finally recovered a little and disappeared quickly, and said listlessly.
"Yes, a few days ago, I sent someone to inquire about the news about the Qingyuan Dao Mansion. I heard that Zhuang Mengdie still flew around the Qingyuan Dao Mansion every night, and Chen Siyuan also went to bed early to late night.
When he arrived early and had just woken up for a few moments, Su Guang hid in the middle of his debts. Why were he all promoted to the Saint of Transformation all at once?” Chu Yuange and others were puzzled.
As soon as I said this, I saw a few people walking past each other with disheveled hair and complaining. One of them had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his eyes were full of resentment.
"Now, what a great thing has made you sour?" The middle-aged man with a bruised nose and swollen face said complaining while rubbing his dark circles.
Chu Yuange and others looked at him in surprise. At first, they didn't see who it was, but they recognized him when they got closer. This person was Xiao Zilie, the king of the Liefeng Dao Mansion. The dignified king of the mansion was beaten to this.
The same look!
"Can we blame us? It's obviously the money we won, but you used it to please Gu Fenghua. After all, he is the king of the mansion. Don't you feel embarrassed?" The old man with disheveled hair next to him slapped him in the head.
On the top. After a closer look, this person was Luo Zongtian, the Hengtian Dao Mansion.
"Hey, hey, I know I am also a mansion, so you dare to do it?" Xiao Zilie glared.
"Bad Fujun, I forgot that when you were a child, you were asking for candy in front of me with a runny nose. You actually put on the airs of me in front of me!" Luo Zongtian was even more angry and slapped him again.
on the head.
"Okay, don't complain, just talk about serious business. This time, Lin Yuantang and others were promoted to the Saint of Transformation, thanks to Gu Fenghua's help.
This is a great opportunity for our major governments. Even if we cannot invite her to serve as a guest minister in our governments, we must not get into evil with her. We must not lose the manners of the emperor in front of her, so as not to let her be looked down upon."
Daocheng said in a smooth move.
"What Han Fujun said is that our actions today are indeed out of order, and I am afraid they will make Gu Fenghua laugh." Luo Zongtian said with some regret.
"Don't worry too much. I think Gu's servant is easy-going. She may not care about such a small matter. Besides, we also value her too much, so she should understand it if she is a little anxious." Han Daocheng comforted.