Tang San's sister in Douluo continent

Ye Liangchen didn't give in, he just smiled evilly. After all, didn't the master say, "As long as you are stronger than her, you can recognize me as your disciple again? I can't give in."

After thinking about it, Ye Liangchen launched an attack, "Second Soul Skill, Ghost Shadow."

Tang Zhi Ling clicked his tongue and thought, "This kid is so stubborn, but... I'm not bad either."

"The second soul skill, deep space illusion."

Tang Zhiling's illusion just happened to deal with Ye Liangchen's tens of thousands of ghosts. The scene was quite shocking. After all, one illusion trapped tens of thousands of ghosts.

Even the master was shocked and surprised. He never thought that Tang Zhiling's second soul skill could be so powerful, let alone the higher soul skills.

Ye Liangchen frowned slightly. He remembered that when she was in the world of cultivating immortals, Tang Zhiling could still come up with countless treasures even if she did not practice and mirror them. Even if one was placed on the market, it would attract the attention of many sects. Ye Liangchen used to be Tang Zhiling was very kind to him when he was the chief disciple under Tang Zhiling, but since Ye Liangchen asked Tang Zhiling a question, Tang Zhiling's attitude towards Ye Liangchen changed drastically.

then…

When Ye Liangchen was Tang Zhiling's chief disciple, he was very curious when he saw Tang Zhiling taking out rare treasures one after another from his sleeves. However, he was afraid that his master would tell him that he kept this question deep in his heart and never did. Ask the exit.

Tang Zhiling glanced at Ye Liangchen, smiled and said to Ye Liangchen, "Liangchen, you and your master should go to the auction house in the world. Your master will sell a magic weapon. If you make a good price, I will buy one for you and Xiao'er." Wouldn’t it be nice to have a nice looking cassock?”

At that time, Ye Liangchen had not yet become a demon and had no thoughts. He got along well with Murong Kun. Ye Liangchen was older, so he cared about Murong Kun very much. After all, he regarded him as his biological brother.

Ye Liangchen thought for a while and said to Tang Zhiling, "Okay, Master, A'kun likes purple and blue the most. Buy him a purple and blue one."

Tang Zhiling was stunned for a moment, then looked at the person in front of him with a smile and said, "Okay, we will take care of our junior brother in good time. Not bad."

Ye Liangchen thought for a while and said, "Master, um..." Because the voice was relatively quiet, Tang Zhiling might not have heard it, so he took Ye Liangchen's hand and went to the Human Auction House.

There was nothing unusual about Ye Liangchen during the process, and he didn't say a word to Tang Zhiling, but just walked silently.

At the entrance of the Human Auction House...

"Hi, sir, please come this way."

"Hey, this young lady, sir, please come this way."

“Hey, Minister Zhong, please come this way.

Ye Liangchen looked at the scene in front of him, pursed his lips, and said to Tang Zhiling, "Master, it's so lively here."

Tang Zhiling looked at the scene in front of him and said, "Yes, when I make money from selling the magic weapon tonight, I will help you buy candied haws."

The tone is like coaxing a child. . .

Tang Zhiling got 100 million taels of gold from the things he sold at the Human Auction House. It turned out to be 120 and a half taels, but he had to give the auction house a small amount of labor.

Ye Liangchen finally took a bunch of candied haws in his left hand. After thinking for a while, he finally made up his mind and asked. However, after asking, Tang Zhiling's eyes darkened, and he had murderous intentions but not strong.

Ye Liangchen asked this: "Master, are there many rare treasures in your space?"

End of this chapter

Let me tell you why I didn’t publish in those days (┯_┯). I went back to my hometown and had no internet, so I couldn’t post the draft I made. I had nothing to do today, so I used the internet ←_← to post an article.

I'm so sorrym(._.)m