Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

fairyland.

Six Heavens.

When the Feng family entered Qinghe Tower and were about to go up, a boy stepped forward and blocked their way.

The waiter said with a smile on his face: "There are a hundred of you, and you need to pay the room fee."

The second elder of the Feng family frowned, "Do you know who we are?"

They can come to the fairy world to participate in the competition to give the fairy face, but they dare to ask them for money!

"I know, the contestants from the Feng family in the God Realm." The boy smiled.

"How dare you know that we are the Feng Family in the God Realm..." A disciple was about to get angry.

Feng Qingqiong looked around. This building is not simple. "Beishu, follow him there. The others are waiting here."

The disciple named Feng Beishu finished answering and walked out.

Feng Qingqiong looked at Mr. Fengge and said, "Mr. Fengge, take a closer look at the layout of Qinghe Tower. Do you find anything different?"

Old Fengge's turbid eyes flashed, and he released the power of his spiritual consciousness, and immediately discovered that there was something inside the vast Qinghe Tower. However, he wanted to examine it carefully, but he could not find anything.

At this time, Feng Beishu came to the counter with an arrogant face and said, "Come and get a hundred rooms."

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Sir, one apartment costs one hundred thousand a day, and one hundred rooms in total is ten million."

"Okay, can you use the divine stone directly here?" Feng Beishu took out a storage bag.

"Of course, it's the sacred stone I was talking about before, sir." the shopkeeper explained.

Now Feng Beishu was shocked.

One hundred thousand sacred stones for one house!

Even the gods dare not ask for this price.

The key is that they don’t know how many days they will stay here!

While Feng Beishu was thinking, a voice came from beside him.

"Ten thousand divine stones a day, can't it be less?"

Feng Beishu looked over and saw that he was from the Holy Land of Origin.

The person who hosted the Holy Land of Origin over there had a very good attitude and said: "Sir, we all have this price."

Fu Jin, the Holy Land of Origin, counted the sacred stone in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, we will stay in the Holy Land of Origin for three days."

The boy's attitude changed slightly, "Are you from the Holy Land of Origin?"

Fu Jin nodded.

The boy glanced at the shopkeeper and pushed back the storage bag handed over by Fu Jinyi, "Sir, someone has paid for your origin of the Holy Land. I will take you to the bedroom right now."

"Who paid?" Fu Jin was confused and glanced at Feng Beishu.

Fu Jin immediately withdrew his gaze and followed the boy away, muttering: "Ten thousand a day for a room, who is so rich and pays for us?"

Cultivators have extremely good ears, so Feng Beishu naturally heard Fu Jinyi murmuring to himself.

"Shopkeeper, can you please explain?" Feng Beishu's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Could these people be watching others order food?

"There's nothing to explain. There are more of you, so you'll naturally receive more." The shopkeeper didn't panic at all, and always had an honest and honest expression on his face.

This is an order from the original poster to kill these people from the upper realm, especially the Feng family, Jiang family, etc.

The shopkeeper received Feng Beishu's murderous gaze and continued: "You can't afford it, can you? If you can't afford it, you can apply for it. You can make up for it when you have the divine stone in the future. I think your Feng family is such a big family. I won’t default on my debt…”

At this time, Feng Beishu heard the people next to him whispering about the price of a house, which was also ten thousand a day.

He alone has a day!

"Hello, there are three hundred of us, please check in." A cold voice sounded beside Feng Beishu.

Feng Beishu suddenly felt tremendous pressure, and an extreme danger was coming.

He turned to look at the people around him.

"Your surname is Yan?" The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the visitor's face.

"Yes." Yan Moyu did not hide his identity. He had already guessed that this must be Feng Qingran's territory.

The shopkeeper immediately called other boys to greet Feng Beishu.

He came to Yan Moyu and said respectfully: "Mr. Yan, you don't need to check in. Our landlord has prepared a place for you. Come with me."

Before the shopkeeper led Yan Moyu away, he did not forget to say to the boy: "Make good arrangements for Mr. Feng. If you can't entertain him well, go and ask Miss Suzaku to come in person."

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he stopped reading Feng Bei's book.

Feng Beishu felt insulted in his heart. He was a disciple of the Feng family in the divine world, and he was the best of his generation.

How dare a small Qinghe Tower arrange him like this!

And you despise him!

"Stop, you Qinghe Tower did this on purpose, right? You are also here to participate in the competition. You will not accept the sacred stone from the Holy Land of Origin. He and you have made arrangements in advance. I, the Feng family, will be blocked..."

Feng Beishu said and launched an attack on the shopkeeper.

boom! ——

But in the blink of an eye, Feng Beishu turned into blood mist.

He hasn't gone out yet after attacking.

Suddenly, everyone in the Qinghe Building looked here.

There were bursts of exclamations.

Feng Beishu turned into a place of blood mist. An old man appeared and shouted in panic: "Young Master?"

Others saw this scene and whispered.

"Damn! Whose family is so powerful? How dare you attack the Feng family?"

"If you take action, your soul will be scattered, and you can't save it. Are you declaring war in advance?!"

"The Feng family in the God Realm is an extremely domineering existence. I'm afraid this Qinghe Tower will be gone."

"The fairy world dares to invite the gods to come, but it doesn't protect the people in the gods. It's really..."

"We'd better run away for our lives. The one who died was Feng Beishu, the most favored among the younger members of the Feng family!"

One word made everyone panic.

However, before they could move, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire Qinghe Tower.

The old man stared at Yan Moyu and the shopkeeper, "Where's the young master? Whoever killed him, come forward!"

No one answered.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes were quenched with poison, and he condensed a ball of energy, intending to kill Yan Moyu, but his attack had not yet been launched.

Bang! ——

There was another blood mist.

The shopkeeper opened his eyes wide and looked at the man in black next to Yan Moyu with admiration.

If he hadn't been so close, he wouldn't have been able to detect that it was the man in black who killed Feng Beishu and the old man.

But at the same time, the shopkeeper came to his senses and quietly sent the news to Feng Qingran.

Feng Qingqiong came over with the Feng family.

"Where is Feng Beishu?" Feng Qingqiong's eyes were filled with an icy cold light. He had been observing the situation in Qinghe Tower and only heard that Youfeng's family had been killed.

But he didn't believe that anyone would dare to touch the Feng family.

But when he saw Feng Bailao die, he believed everything.

Old Feng Bai is a half-step Holy God. Who here has the strength to kill him!

Feng Qingqiong's eyes instantly fell on the person behind Yan Moyu, his eyes dangerous. He couldn't detect this person's aura at all.

"Who killed him?" Feng Qingqiong said, but her eyes were fixed behind Yan Moyu.

"Me." Diwu faced Feng Qingqiong without hesitation, his eyes were indifferent, as if Feng Qingqiong was just an ant.

"Mr. Feng Ge, kill him!" Feng Qingqiong ordered.

Of course he was not stupid enough to test Di Wu himself, so he let Feng Ge grow old.

Mr. Fengge is not stupid.

Fengge Lao rolled his sleeves and released the contracted beast.

After receiving the order, the contracted beast did not dare to move forward at all. Instead, it lay on the ground shivering with its tail between its legs.