Cultivation card draw NPC

Jiang Qinfeng and his group were walking on the streets of Kaihuang, when suddenly there was a commotion of dust, and pedestrians detoured one after another. Behind him, more than [-] monks in black clothes and red hair bands came, riding black wildebeests, most of them were above bigu, The leader was the Founding Emperor's only power in the dying period, and they rushed in the direction of the tallest gorgeous building.

Picking the Star Building.

What a big battle.

"Is this a magic weapon to prevent people from stealing?"

Yan Yiyun thought for a while: "The most difficult thing to prevent is not the robbery, but the name change. Since the establishment of the Zhaixing Building, it has been neutral between immortals and demons. Whoever's name is written on the signing slip will be written on the accounts of the Zhaixing Building. "

She seemed to be thinking of something funny, and the corners of her mouth curled up: "There was something wrong before. The elder of the Magic Sound Sect secretly took a picture of the jade pillow of a Lingbao female fairy, and wrote a monk's name for fear of being known by the suzerain. The female fairy monarch's Taoist partner was furious, Zhai Xinglou couldn't make a decision, it was a good fight."

This means that regardless of the prevailing rules in this world or the identification of cards, the information on the household registration shall prevail. Otherwise, with so many names and aliases, it is really easy to confuse them, and there must be a definite number.

In the case of Jiang Qinfeng, even if he thinks his surname is Jiang, but because Linjiang City's household registration says another Jiang, if he really has a card, he must be named Jiang Qinfeng.

Jiang Qinfeng couldn't help thinking about it, and changed the name on the signing form. Does this count as completing the task?

He heard Xie Lingtan whisper: "The name is fine."

When the wildebeest guards left and they were about to move on, Xie Lingtan paused, then turned his head suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he looked fiercely at the jewelry store next to Zhaixing Building.

He heard a nasty noise.

"Hey, the deer sings and walks. The pure gold is carefully crafted into the shape of a branch by a craftsman. The moon gemstones inlaid on the branch are crystal clear and translucent. They look like the eyes of a deer. The golden leaf tassels are decorated with It's swaying, it matches your beauty, it's just right!" The shopkeeper flatteringly promoted it.

The little witch weighed Bu Yao in her hands, and smiled: "I wear a veil, so I can see it all. The store owner is really sharp-eyed. Believe it or not, I'll dig it out?"

"Mo Wanwan? Why are you here?"

The girl in red is none other than Mo Wanwan, the Saintess of the Demon Realm.

"I'm here to participate in the auction, this conflict is over, why don't you come and see the excitement?"

Standing beside her was a man in black that could not be ignored, with a deep outline and honey-colored skin, like a goshawk soaring between the sky and the earth.Wearing Zanzhulezi on his head, the Founding Emperor used the gemstones in it to show his nobility. On this person's head was a longan-sized gold twisted honey amber, which was very luxurious and had a high status.

This is probably also the reason why Mo Wanwan is confident in the Founding Emperor.

Yan Yiyun was surprised: "Cui, Senior Cui, why are you walking with her? With your cultivation, you should know her identity, right?"

"Let me introduce my new... person, [Cui Xialie. I promise you in this life]."

Mo Wanwan raised her chin, her eyes on the red veil were bent, she was very proud.

She tugged at the sleeves of the tall man beside her, whispering a few words in her ear.

Cui Xialie nodded, pamperingly scratching the bridge of her nose: "Okay, I'll buy it for you."

With this greasy expression and greasy tone of voice, Jiang Qinfeng thought he was watching a certain fairy tale love TV series, and he was a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Qinfeng asked: "Cui Xialie... I think this name sounds familiar?"

"Cui Cui is the founder of the famous Sword Talisman Dual Cultivation, Nascent Soul stage monk, amazing?" Mo Wanwan said with a smile.

This Cui Xialie is the apprentice of Qing Yuanju's mother.

"Do you still remember why Qing Yuanju was called this name? It was this Cui Xialie who made him give birth beside the white horse." Yan Yiyun whispered science.

Then, she raised her forehead: "I said, little sister, do you really think this is a love game? For the sake of everyone's acquaintances, I advise you, be careful not to overturn the car. Don't mess with the peach blossoms, this Cui Xialie is not a good match." with."

"Yes, don't you already have a brother Jun?"

Mo Wanwan brushed her hair and said with a smile to Jiang Qinfeng: "They are all very kind to me, but they are too old, there is always a generation gap, and the young master is the right age for me—"

All the people present knew in their hearts that this King of the Sea relied on his card to brush up his favorability, and he thought it was nothing to worry about heroes of both immortals and demons, and he could become a minister under his skirt.

Xie Lingtan stood in front of her prey, Jiang Qinfeng, and unceremoniously poked her smiling face:

"You don't even count how old you are, and you still have the cheek to be right with Xiaofeng?"

At this moment, Cui Xialie came back with candied haws, frowning: "You guys, are you bullying Wanwan while I'm not here?"

Yan Yiyun was so angry that she wanted to roll her eyes, it was really cabbage being slapped by a pig, she was just about to speak to persuade people to turn around and not be fooled by this little witch, when she saw a man wearing a mask rushing towards him with a murderous look from a distance.

"It's your brother Jun, are you afraid?"

Jiang Qinfeng held the melons, enjoying watching the Shura field that he had only seen in novels.

"How did you end up? Scumbag." Yan Yiyun gloated.

Jun Zhixi looked at Mo Wanwan, and then at Cui Xialie. The magic knife that once drove the immortal players into danger was behind him, shining fiercely.

However, the imaginary Shura field did not come.

Mo Wanwan smiled: "Junjun, you came just in time, this is Cui Cui."

She opened her hands, hugging left and right.

Jun Zhixi and Cui Xialie, one on the left and one on the right, one immortal and one demon, one cold and the other hot, are usually incompatible. At this time, it is like a harem concubine being taken over by a little witch.

Melon, dropped.

Jiang Qinfeng: "...my mother."

Xie Lingtan: "..."

Yan Yiyun gasped: "Damn it! This relationship card is too amazing, not only includes the strategy, but also includes the harmony of the harem?"

Mo Wanwan turned around and left with her two love partners. Before she could go far, she glanced at Jiang Qinfeng with unsatisfied interest.

As a collector, since there is a cold-faced and ruthless demon cultivator, and an overbearing immortal sword cultivator, how can this handsome young master not light up?

Wedding night in the bridal chamber, hehehe.

"Tsk tsk, I really opened my eyes today, brother Xie, you said—"

Jiang Qinfeng turned his head and saw Xie Lingtan looking serious, looking for something in the magic weapon of space.

"Uh, Sister Yan, is he...?

Xie Lingtan dug out the Celestial Sword that had been avoiding him all this time, and took a closer look. It was shining brightly in the light, his hair could be broken, and it was stained with dragon's blood, giving him a terrifying aura.

Yes, everything is bad, it is indeed the best sword in the world.

Xie Lingtan was connected with Tianxiang, and the praise in his heart naturally spread to the sword.

Tianxiang sword probe:?

Tianxiangjian: Praising me like that makes me a different person.

"Brother Xie, you really want to do this..." Yan Yiyun knew what he was thinking.

He said: "I don't want that painting to fall into other people's hands. I can not use it, but I must have it."

"You don't need astronomy, do you?"

Xie Lingtan pondered: "There must be some action on the side of the Demon Dao, I have to think about it."

The purple-haired monk looked up at Jiang Qinfeng, thinking of that skilled witch, felt lingering fear, and patted his head: "It's okay, she won't harm you, never."