I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

Befriend me?

Xiang Wei laughed angrily.

"Holy Master Yun, your ability to talk nonsense and forcefully talk is really impressive."

"No, no," Yun Fusheng hurriedly explained, "My Son is obviously joking with you, otherwise why don't you use your strength? Are you right?"

"Oh, so you were really joking with me."

Xiang Wei showed a look of sudden realization.

Yun Fusheng clasped his fists, nodded and said: "Of course, don't take it to heart!"

unexpectedly.

Xiang Wei suddenly changed the topic: "In this case, how about I make a joke with him?"

Ok?
Yun Fu's complexion suddenly sank.

Haven't had time to speak yet.

Xiang Wei has already spoken.

"Go, take this token and ask Senior Hai Shi to come forward."

He handed the token to a disciple in black.

call out! ——

A black streamer flashed across.

Holding the token in his hand, the black-clothed disciple fled towards the Sanskrit Holy Land at an extremely fast speed.

"Hahaha, little brother Xiang Wei, you are making a big joke."

Yun Fusheng hurriedly squeezed out a smiling face, "My son is just joking with you, how can you be serious?"

"He at the Yuan Condensation Realm and you at the Martial King Realm are not at the same level at all. Why bother, are you right?"

however.

His warm face was only exchanged for Xiang Wei's scolding.

"My head is very tough. I will kill anyone who dares to beat me. If you talk nonsense, I don't mind killing them."

Hearing such tough words, Yun Fusheng's expression tightened, as if falling into an ice cave.

The other party, come for real!
Ye Nan said lightly: "Holy Master, don't tell him so much, when Monk Hai Shi comes, it's not sure who is making jokes."

In his eyes, what are the three great dry Zen?
I'm afraid that ten more will not be enough to kill him with a single sword.

"Ugh!"

Yunfu let out a long sigh, feeling extremely helpless in his heart.

Xiang Wei's head is very hard.

But he didn't expect that his son was even tougher than him.

But the problem is.

Xiang Wei's head is tough because he has a backer!

He, Ye Nan, is just from the Eastern Wasteland, what kind of backing does he have, and what can he compare with Xiang Wei?
was thinking.

Ye Qingxue suddenly said: "Brother, don't frown, since Nan'er is doing this, he must have his reasons."

"Yes, senior brother," Long Yunshan persuaded, "Did you forget that some time ago Nan'er was hijacked because he was too handsome and the Lord Panding liked him too much?"

"Now he is not afraid of Sanskrit Holy Land."

"That must be planning to ask Holy Master Panding to come forward to resolve this matter, so we don't need to worry too much."

Yun Fusheng finally looked a little better when he heard the words.

"Hey! It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. With such a holy son, I have to admit it!"

resignedly.

Yun Fusheng's heart was full of helplessness.

The voice of the conversation here is small.

However, Xiang Wei still heard it.

"Holy Lord Panding please? Hmph!" He stomped his foot on the ground, "I tell you, it's useless to invite anyone. When Senior Hai Shi comes over, you will regret it!"

The voice just fell.

call out! ——

A sound of breaking wind flashed.

I saw a bright red streamer coming from afar from the direction of Sanskrit Holy Land.

He was just a little red dot.

The next moment.

This small dot was magnified infinitely, and it came to everyone in the blink of an eye.

"Senior Shi, who has seen it."

Xiang Wei hastily saluted, "Why don't you see the old Hai Shi from the Holy Land come over?"

The visitor was not monk Hai Shi, but monk Zhe Shi.

Seeing that Sanskrit Holy Land sent people to the scene, Yun Fusheng's heart twitched violently, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"Pay the money."

Monk Zhe Shi didn't answer Xiang Wei's words, but asked for money.

The voice was indifferent, as if it was only natural to ask for money.

Xiang Wei quickly took out a storage bag, handed it over, and said, "Senior Shi, this is 3 yuan of spirit stones, please accept it."

Monk Zhe Shi's attitude changed drastically immediately, and he said with a smile: "Benefactor Xiang, you also know that the old monk's brother never takes action, and I always do it for him."

"This time is no exception. Tell me, what trouble did you encounter?"

Xiang Wei hurriedly said: "Yin-Yang Holy Land and Dayan Holy Land fought fiercely, and in the end the latter was defeated, leaving behind so many treasures..."

He pointed at Ye Nan and shouted, "That's him!"

After a stick of incense.

"I see."

Monk Zhe Shi understood what was going on.

Immediately, he glanced at Ye Nan.

Getting ready to speak.

Long Yunxuan suddenly took a stride and firmly protected Ye Nan behind her.

Subsequently.

She put on a smiling face and respectfully said to Monk Zhe Shi: "Master, we meet again, I hope you can see it for the sake of last time..."

Just said this.

Monk Zhe Shi waved his hand and interrupted her.

"This auspicious benefactor offered 3 yuan of spiritual stones to buy your lives. What do you think?"

Long Yunxuan's heart skipped a beat, before she had time to speak.

Ye Qingxue suddenly took out a 4 yuan spirit stone, handed it over respectfully, and said, "Master, my opinion is that it is higher than his price. This is 4 yuan, please accept it."

Monk Zhe Shi took the storage bag with a smile, and said with a blushing face, "Benefactor Ye is really a Bodhisattva in the world. As the saying goes, the family members are compassionate, and the old monk is the righteous way of Buddhism. How can he commit murder in vain."

Speaking of which.

He turned his head to look at Xiang Wei, and said with a blank expression on his face: "Benefactor Xiang, you also know that I never say so many useless things. If you want me to kill them, then add more money. If you don't, I will have others." I'm busy with things, so I'll take my leave first."

"No, no, no!" Xiang Wei waved his hands hastily, "I'll add, I'll add."

He took out a storage bag again, with a pained expression on his face, and said: "Senior, this is all my belongings, a total of 8 yuan of high-grade spiritual stones, you are welcome, spend it as you like."

Monk Zhe Shi showed a gratified smile, "Benefactor Xiang is really a hero among people. As the saying goes, family members don't lie. Since you promised to help you kill them, then they must die."

After taking the Lingshi.

Monk Zhe Shi turned his head to look at Ye Qingxue, and said without embarrassment at all: "Well, benefactor Ye, you see that benefactor Xiang has already added money, how about you?"

Ye Qingxue was in distress.

Meeting such a monk who is open to money is really a bad luck for eight hundred lives.

Monk Zhe Shi saw Ye Qingxue's frowning expression and said nothing, so he guessed seven or eight points in his heart.

"Forget it, since you, Benefactor Ye, have no money, then the old monk will do it. You are in Abi Hell, and you are in the sea of ​​a hundred thousand sufferings. Don't blame the old monk for killing too much. If you want to blame it, blame the evil money."

Just about to start.

"Wait!"

Yun Fusheng suddenly shouted and stopped Monk Zhe Shi.

Immediately.

With trembling hands and feet, he took out the Da Yan Jiu Zhuan Gong just now, and with a smile on his face, he said, "Senior Zheshi, this scripture is a treasure."

"It's not just this one."

"In the darkroom behind me, there are hundreds of boxes full, all of which are rare exercises. If all of them are converted into spirit stones, they will be worth at least one million. Look..."