Xiuxian exchange system

Not long after, a small door was opened from the giant door, and a group of ten monks escaped from it.

The leader is an old man wearing a long robe, who has the cultivation base of Yuanying's early stage.

When his spiritual consciousness swept away Lai Wuhen and the six unconscious people behind him, the old man's expression changed.

"What do you call this fellow daoist? I don't know where the juniors in my sect offended fellow daoist?"

It's interesting, Lai Wuhen suppressed his cultivation, he didn't expect that the other party seemed to see something.

Lai Wuhen no longer concealed it, the breath of the eight Nascent Souls on his body condensed together, releasing a powerful coercion.

The old man also released all his coercion, but still felt a chill down his spine.

This is?Nascent Soul Late Cultivator?No, his cultivation is obviously in the early stage of Yuanying, but how could this coercion be so terrifying?Even the late Nascent Soul monks I have seen, there is no one who can compare with him.

And how could his mana be so thick?This is interesting.

The old man was shocked, but also a little more excited.

The eight nascent souls in Lai Wuhen's body were all wrapped in the spiritual consciousness strengthened by Taoist magic, so the old man naturally couldn't see any specific tricks.

Seeing that the old man was shocked but not afraid, Lai Wuhen put away his coercion, and said indifferently: "What did they do, you should ask yourself."

As Lai Wuhen said, with a movement of his consciousness, he released the restraints on the six people.

This move surprised the old man again.

The six people woke up leisurely and found that they had returned to their own mountain gate, and they were overjoyed.

But when he saw Lai Wuhen, his heart was shocked again.

Seeing an elder from our sect here, his expression changed again.

"Hurry up and get over here." Seeing that Lai Wuhen had no intention of doing anything, the old man yelled at the six people behind Lai Wuhen.

The six people's faces were ugly, but they still escaped behind the old man without saying a word.

"I'm Zuo Taihe, no matter what the juniors in my sect have done to fellow daoists, I'll apologize for them first." The old man clasped his fist at Lai Wuhen as he said.

"If I needed your suspicions, they wouldn't have a chance to live till now." Lai Wuhen said coldly.

"I don't know how to call you? Which sect of monks?" Zuo Taihe asked with a slight smile.

Although Lai Wuhen's strength is very strong, Lingxiao Temple, as the largest faction in the Eastern Inkstone Region, has never been afraid of anyone.

Now that he is in front of the mountain gate of Lingxiao Palace again, he feels even more confident in his heart.

"Hengyuan Island Lai Wuhen." As Lai Wuhen said, with a flash of light on his body, he returned to his original true face.

Naturally, Lingxiao Temple has done some research on Hengyuan Island, and they have a portrait of Lai Wuhen, but it is only the cultivation base of Jindan in the later stage.

The information gap is too big, no wonder Heng Yuandao was able to have such a big name in the Eastern Inkstone Region in just a few decades.

Dozens of sects were also allowed to form a monk alliance, but it turned out that there was a lot of thunder and little rain. After seeing that someone on the other side survived the terrifying thunder disaster, they disbanded.

The two comrades of the Beast Controlling Sect did not hesitate to spend a huge price to hide in the Lingxiao Palace.

Combined with Lai Wuhen's cultivation in front of him, could it be that he caused the terrifying thunder calamity?

This makes sense. Although I don't know what special skills Lai Wuhen has cultivated, the stronger the monk Lei Jie is, the stronger the monk's strength will be. This is all corresponding.

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Zuo Taihe's mind.

"Fellow Daoist Lai, I have admired your name for a long time. I have always admired you very much. I have always wanted to visit Hengyuan Island for a while. I never thought that Fellow Daoist Lai would come to my Lingxiao Palace when you are free. Why don't you come to the gate?" Zuo Taihe said with a look on his face. Said with a grin.

"No need, the scenery here is very beautiful. I plan to set up a gambling house here. If Fellow Daoist Zuo is interested, I will be the first to receive Fellow Daoist Zuo." Lai Wuhen also said with a smile on his face.

As soon as Lai Wuhen raised his hand, he released a flying boat with a height of [-] feet, and his figure disappeared into the flying boat in a flash.

Zuo Tai and his spiritual sense swept away, but when they touched a faint light curtain outside the flying boat, they were bounced back.

At one end of the airship was a seven-story tower, with a huge deck covered in strange runes.

The flying boat that Zuo Taihe saw with his naked eyes was like a still painting, but it was actually hanging in the sky, which was amazing.

Looking at the entire East Inkstone Region, there is no master craftsman who can forge such a masterpiece.

"Get the hell out of here, don't come out again to make a fool of yourself." Zuo Taihe said, with a flash of light on his body, he disappeared without entering the flying boat.

The monks he brought out and Han Nanlu didn't dare to stay any longer, and fled back into the small door.

Zuo Taihe passed through the halo of the flying boat, and the scenery in front of him changed completely.

The style of this flying boat is no different from what it looks like on the outside.

But the scenery inside the flying boat made Zuo Taihe's jaw drop.

There are 24 round tables arranged on the huge deck, and next to each round table stands a nun wearing a strange costume.

On the other side of the deck, there is a huge 'bath', in which hundreds of female corrections who only use three strips of cloth to cover important parts are playing in the water.

The cultivation base of these female cultivators is not yet at the stage of refining Qi, but they all have hot bodies, especially in this kind of attire, even Zuo Tai and his rock-steady heart can't help but jump wildly after a few more glances .

He has practiced for thousands of years, when has he seen such a scene.

"Fellow Daoist Zuo, how is my gambling house?" Lai Wuhen stood beside Zuo Taihe, his face full of pride.

"Fellow Daoist Lai, what kind of gambling do you do?" Zuo Taihe asked with interest as he didn't know how to describe the shock in his heart when he was asked this question.

Lai Wuhen glanced at the female nuns in swimsuits, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "It's very simple, all the rules are written on each round table, and only literary gambling is allowed in my casino here."

Gambling fights are the most common among monks, and they often fight with their lives.

Zuo Taihe turned around and found that the rules of each gaming table were different.

Some are called Blackjack, some are called Sangong, and some are called Doudizhu. Those gambling tools are even more strange.

But with his cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage, it is not difficult to understand these rules.

He randomly chose a blackjack round table and sat down, then started playing.

It's one thing to understand the rules, it's quite another to fully master the twists and turns.

Not long after, Zuo Taihe lost thousands of taels of Lingshi.

He was just doing a small test, but he didn't really care about this little spirit stone.

But it allowed him to find some fun at the gaming table.

"Fellow Daoist Zuo, as long as you spend more than 1000 taels of spiritual stones in this workshop, you can enjoy a pot of spiritual tea."

As Lai Wuhen said, he led Zuo Taihe into the tower.

Once inside, Zuo Taihe was surprised again.