Cultivation card draw NPC

It's not over yet, the evil young master of the Demon Realm prefers to watch this group of sanctimonious immortals blow their beards and stare in anger.

His charming eyes looked straight at Jiang Qinfeng, and the colored ink in his hand was unpredictable.

"I just said that Meng Lang has indeed done something wrong. It doesn't conform to the rules of your immortal way. You should apologize to the young master."

"Hmph, it seems that the demon cultivators are not all people who don't know etiquette!" The immortal monk snorted coldly.

Jiang Qinfeng didn't think so.

"I heard that Mr. Xuehun was once selected as the number one beauty in the Tianjiao list. He used jade as his bones and snow as his skin. He should choose a good day and auspicious day. He should be hired to accept the lottery. With eight big sedan chairs and thousands of miles of red makeup, he should marry the young master into me. Dasha Demon Realm, a blood ceremony, an eternal bond, souls fly away and stay together, happy for thousands of years / so forever knotted."

After all, the colored ink in Yuan Zeshan's hands transformed into a bouquet of roses.

The bouquet of roses with obsidian texture, the edges of the petals are all slightly sawtoothed, it is breathtakingly beautiful, but it has the danger of killing people's lives.

"Snapped."

Ye Tong, a Jindan stage physical trainer, crushed the teacup in his hand and glared at him.

"Fuck your shit!"

His mother committed suicide after giving birth to him because of Moxiu's rape, and he did not die well. Naturally, she hated such a Moxiu with evil desires.

Ye Tong immediately flew up and struck out with iron fists, turning the platform for picking up stars, which was full of treasures from all over the world, into a ring, insisting on knocking down this ignorant kid in public.

Huo Huo punched the wind, Yuan Zeshan stretched his arms, pointed his toes lightly, his limbs were slender, and his figure was graceful, like a red kite flying in the air.

"Would you like this flower?"

He curled his lips into a smile, and the blue hair fluttered behind his back, and thousands of black petals flew towards the powerful body, covering the sky and covering the ground, and the patches were cold, targeting the face, neck, chest, waist, and knees.

Ye Tong was able to resist once, but he couldn't be safe every time.

After a few back and forth, his clothes were ragged, his body was covered with injuries, and his speed became slower and slower. He only heard a puff, and he spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, and his eyes widened in shock——

I couldn't believe it, he was a dignified Jindan period monk, and he was defeated so quickly.

The three elders on the box also had their own thoughts.

Gongsun Ying frowned: "On that flower, there is a slow-moving disappearance."

"Quickly, send Ye Tong out for treatment."

Qing Lingyue also has concern in his eyes.

"Father, this demon cultivator is so arrogant, let him ride on our heads and run wild? But then again, this Ye Tong is really useless." Chen Baohu said angrily.

"What do you know, no matter how hateful Yuan Zeshan is, he is just a junior in the bigu period. According to the rules of our immortal way, who can have the face to make a move under the eyes of everyone? You don't even look at Mrs. Qing, why did your son get framed by Jiang Qinfeng? It's like this, it's just a contest of spiritual power, not a fierce fight."

"Then he is sure about the rules of the immortal way? It seems that the rules of the immortal way are not a good thing sometimes, and I feel aggrieved."

His words expressed the feelings of many monks.

Immortal rules, sometimes, are really out of date.

Chen Baohu rolled his eyes: "Isn't Jiang Qinfeng very powerful? The young master of the Demon Realm has taken a fancy to him, why didn't he go up? After all, he is not a coward with a false name, and I don't know how he got into the sect of the master, and he still has the face and me Brag about how he was."

"Stupid, how could I have such a rotten son like you!"

Chen Jinsheng slammed the lid of the tea shut and scolded sharply.

"Do you think he's acting out of a script? He speaks nonsense and provocatively. As a man, Jiang Qinfeng wants to avoid suspicion. The strongest rookie is inconvenient to show up, and he has caused a lot of stigma. It seems that the sword is slanted, but it has a miraculous effect."

"You, you have to follow suit."

At this time, Chen Baohu's role model after a fierce fight, his robes still in tatters, raised his chin, like a beast king who has won a big victory in fighting for a spouse, and smiled triumphantly at the spoils.

The sable was on his shoulder, and his two paws were also firmly grasping it, but he was a little dizzy when he swayed with his master's handsomeness, his small eyes became circles of mosquito coils, bulging, and spit out strings of orange seeds from his cheeks.

It turned out that Sable Bao'er ate the special tribute tangerines on Jiang Qinfeng's table without anyone noticing.

Obviously, Jiang Youlin had only fed him before.

Jiang Qinfeng: "Hey, this mink is a bit powerful."

Yuan Zeshan: "???"

As expected of the type he likes, the angle of looking at things is really very strange.

Then, the confident young master raised the bare flower branches in his hands, and with a swipe, the petal blades inserted on the booth returned to the branches one after another, and after fusion, they turned back into a perfect bouquet, just like the beginning.

If it weren't for the floor made of Wannian sea cedar wood covered with bruises, no one would believe that this thing is a big killer.

"How? Did the performance just now impress the young master? Ten thousand spirit stones, one price, do you want to buy it?"

He thought back to Jiang Qinfeng's mood just now, and his heart was itchy.

So it turned out that Yuan Zeshan's idea was to use his own reputation to publicize.

It's emotional, but stressful.

Jiang Qinfeng was expressionless: "...not impressed."

The smile on the face of the young master of Demon Realm disappeared, and gradually turned into a slightly ruthless calm. He was a thousand times more terrifying than usual, and even Mo Wanwan, who was a player of the magic way, did not dare to disobey the young master's order.

Jiang Qinfeng peeled an orange and put it in his mouth, ah, it was really sweet, no wonder the little mink wanted to eat it even after stealing it.

"Come here, Brother Xie, Ayou, Xiaofeng, Sister Yan, come and taste."

Xie Lingtan: "Delicious, very sweet."

Jiang Youlin: "I carefully selected and brought it for Xiaofeng. This is a thing for the royal family, and it won't lose face even in the realm of comprehension."

Xu Xiaofeng: "Please bring another basket, thank you."

Yan Yiyun: "Can pandas eat oranges?"

Xie Lingtan: "Omnivorous, it's okay."

The three teams of Shangqing, Kaihuang, and Lingbao shocked the whole family: the atmosphere in this row is too strange!Going for a spring outing?

"Don't accept the offer? That's good."

Yuan Zeshan returned to his smile, returned the colored ink to its original state, looked at the immortal monks who were ready to move, and said indifferently: "The colored ink has countless changes, and the world's martial arts can be imitated, and self-created weapons can also kill countless people."

"The starting price is [-] spirit stones, and the price increases by [-] spirit stones each time. Come on, everyone, those who are impressed can start bidding."

The monk present: "????"

Were their ears infected with aura cloudiness in an instant?

Otherwise, how would you feel that this number is so shockingly dirty and unreasonable!

"Wait, Young Master Yuan, isn't it priced at [-] spirit stones, ten times more..." Huang Jiaojiao, who had been watching for a long time, said aggrievedly.

Yuan Zeshan is as good as a follower: "Xiaofeng is given the price of a Taoist companion, so naturally he won't—"

He hadn't finished speaking, and he hadn't seen clearly who hit him, his chest felt tight, he backed up again and again, and took a long time to calm down before suppressing the blood that was rushing up his throat.

"you again?"

Xie Lingtan pulled out the broken gold, and the sword pointed directly at the arrogant magic player: "You lost to me last time, let me see your progress."

"Then make a move," Yuan Zeshan sneered, and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth calmly, "The bravery of a martial artist, this is how players in the immortal way handle things. Xie Lingtan, I thought you were a smart person."

"Really?" Xie Lingtan took out a ball of hair from his bosom, "Does this look familiar?"

Yuan Zeshan was taken aback, and quickly touched his shoulder, it was empty.

"you--"

When exactly?

The next moment, with a swoosh, Xie Lingtan threw the ball of black hair to the auction stand.

"Hey?"

Jiang Qinfeng caught it.

Who is this chubby little guy but Baoer?

The little villain curled up in his palm, trembling, looking extremely pitiful.

Hey, it's just an innocent decoration, don't torture it.

Jiang Qinfeng smiled knowingly and looked up at the man.

The purple-haired monk coughed a few times, feeling embarrassed.

"Don't you like it? Grab it and give it to you."

In the box, Mo Wanwan's eyes were red, and she was heartbroken: "Ahhh! My Bao'er!! I have never touched Bao'er before!!"