Notes on building a city in the immortal world

Wang Shuyuan felt very satisfied.

Anyway, there is no such thing as "wholesale price" in the world of cultivating immortals.

For the Changhua faction, problems that can be solved with Lingshi are not problems. What Wang Shuyuan appreciates most is Zhenyan's way of clearly marking the price and not selling favors.

At this time, Wang Shuyuan and others looked at the thunderstorm outside, and they felt calm, as if they were leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain.

Zhenyan felt nothing from the beginning.

Although the lightning outside was huge, it was like a movie to Zhenyan, with 3D special effects at most, nothing to be afraid of.

I don't know if Lei Gong and Dian Mu felt the thoughts of Zhenyan and others. No matter whether this terrible thunder calamity was due to weirdness or divine punishment, it gradually subsided within a cup of tea. down.

Someone asked impatiently:

"Uncle, can we go to Bailu Fairy Collection this way?"

"Go if you want!" Wang Shuyuan said with a headache.

The disciples of the Changhua Sect immediately cheered.

Wang Shuyuan sighed, and smiled wryly at Zhenyan.

He also felt that pulling his disciples out of the car halfway was a very messy thing, if it wasn't about the survival of the sect, he wouldn't have caught up with the car.

Even now, Wang Shuyuan is still worried about where the disease came from, and he doesn't know if he and these disciples are really cured by milk tea.

Bai Luo saw Wang Shuyuan's worry.

"Uncle, or else I—"

"Wow!"

Before Bai Luo finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of the bamboo curtain being lifted.

A handsome young man stood behind the door curtain, looking coldly at the people in the pavilion.

It's Nangong Qin!

The disciples of the Changhua Sect froze immediately.

Although no one here has really seen what Nangong Qin looks like, it is impossible to mistake the coercion from the Mahayana period.

Wang Shuyuan's face was covered with cold sweat.

In terms of etiquette, as a representative of the Changhua faction, he had to stand up and say hello to Nangongqin, but he was sitting here, struggling with the two, and couldn't stand up.

To describe it, Wang Shuyuan's current feeling is like standing in the thunderstorm just now without any defense.

For a moment, Wang Shuyuan couldn't help feeling a little thankful that the person he had just negotiated with was Nangong Zhenyan.

Even Wang Shuyuan is like this, and the other disciples of Changhua Sect are even more like this.

Even Bai Luo, who secretly worships Nangong Qin, has a more tangible understanding of what it means to be "Ye Gong is a good dragon" at this moment!

However, Nangong Qin didn't seem to care about these idlers:

"Yan'er, this is for you."

"Yes?"

Zhenyan responded strangely, and saw Nangongqin throw something into his arms.

It was vaguely a piece of snakeskin.

It looked like it had just been peeled off, and it still smelled of blood.

It is white, with hard scales, but it feels very light and cold, like the touch of silk. Each scale emits different light according to the angle, and there are even cyan electric lights coming from it. Flashed under the scales.

"what is this?"

"Drum." Nangong Qin replied.

"What drum?"

Zhenyan asked more and more strangely, but found that the other disciples of the Changhua School were alright, and Wang Shuyuan and Bai Luo looked like they had seen a ghost.

Zhenyan opened the system description:

[Drum skin (★★★★★★★★)]

【Deliciousness: 2】

[Evaluation: Too hard to bite. 】

Another one with explanations and no explanations.

But it seems that it is really powerful, just the skin has eight stars, which is unprecedented.

"Gu is the son of Zhulong, the god of time and space, according to legend." Nangong Qin also explained, "However, it doesn't feel good to kill. I don't seem to have touched all of him. Now I have only part of him, so I can barely say If so, it is probably a projection?"

Great God Nangong, don't say it so lightly, okay? !

That turned out to be a 'drum'!

The legendary 'drum'!

Bai Luo howled in his heart.

As the son of the god, 'Drum', like Candle Dragon, belongs to all time and space and has only one head, which also means that it can walk in all parallel planes and is not affected by time and space.

In the words of Zhenyan World, it is a "high-dimensional creature".

In the world of self-cultivation, even if you can't be called a "god", you are at least a "semi-god".

Could it be said that the thunder disaster just now was set off by this "half god"?Judging from the fact that it is not impossible for the monks to travel through time and space to ascend to the upper realm at the end of the tribulation.

Lightning has the power to penetrate the space wall and connect the past and the future.

But on the other hand, isn't Nangong Qin, who also uses thunder and lightning, but can pull out the "drum" and skin it, even more terrifying?

Bai Luo's face turned pale.

This "Ye Gong" of "Ye Gong loves dragons" found that what he worshiped was an existence more terrifying than dragons.

At this time, he heard Nangong Zhenyan ask:

"Only the skin? What about the meat?"

"Do you want to eat?" Nangong Qin knew Zhenyan well enough now.

"Of course! Even if you can't eat it now, it would be good to make bacon." Zhenyan said longingly.

Do you only think of "eating" when your ancestor killed a demigod? !

Now, Bai Luo looked at Zhenyan as if he was looking at a monster.

Zhenyan didn't care about other people's eyes.

Although the system explained that the delicacy is very low, but it is only skin, a creature with eight stars, Zhenyan thinks it is worth trying.

"Where is all the meat? I'll go and have a look." Zhenyan said.

He nodded to the others: "Sorry, everyone can drink tea slowly, I will leave first if I have something to do."

"It's okay..." Wang Shuyuan said with difficulty.

He felt that Nangong Qin was staring at him. If he dared to say a few more words, he would feel like he would end up like that "snake skin".

Zhenyan didn't pay attention to this. He stood up and walked quickly to the outside of the small pavilion. When he was about to reach Nangong Qin, he stopped and turned to Bai Luo:

"Master Bai, could you please wait for a while? I have something to ask you!"

"Uh? Uh!"

Bai Luo made a strange sound, not sure if he was agreeing.

Only then did Zhenyan walk to his ancestor's side.

Nangongqin had been waiting there obediently, but at this moment, she quickly grabbed Zhenyan's arm and took him away in an instant.

The people of the Changhua School waited for Nangongqin to leave for a while before they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Otherwise, we'd better go back with you, uncle!" Someone said to Wang Shuyuan.

Even the weirdness and thunder robbery didn't frighten this group of people's shopping desire/desire, but now they are obviously intimidated by Nangong Qin.

Unexpectedly, Wang Shuyuan refused to let them go back.

"What nonsense?! You go back and fill in the mess!"

Since Nangongqin is in this car, is there a safer place in the world than here?

On the contrary, Wang Shuyuan thought it would be better to leave his disciples in the car.

Nangong Qin did not throw away the remains of the drum, but carried it on a cloud and dragged it to the back of the carriage.

But after Zhenyan saw the whole picture of the remains, he couldn't help but wrinkled his face:

"Hmm... I feel like I can't eat it!"

As the blood of Candle Dragon, Gu is naturally a dragon.

It has a long body like a dragon, but now its scales have been stripped off, and it is a bloody mess.

As a cook, Zhenyan didn't feel uncomfortable seeing this scene, and he didn't have any psychological barriers to eating dragons. Instead, he felt that the body of a dragon was similar to a snake, and it might taste similarly delicious.

The problem is, the drum has a human face.

It was still a rather delicate face, his eyeballs could still move, and his mouth could still speak.

"I won't let you go!" Gu said angrily.

"Isn't it dead yet?" Zhenyan frowned.

"It is completely dead here, but it is still alive in other time and space, so it can only be said to be partially dead." Nangong Qin said.

"What kind of strange structure is this!" Zhenyan said strangely, "Besides, why do you feel a little familiar?"

Having said that, Zhenyan looked at the face carefully, but couldn't find the corresponding memory.

He could only ask, "Have we met?"

That face showed a vicious expression, but said, "Come closer, and I'll tell you."

Does this guy think I'm stupid?

Of course Zhenyan would not approach such an unknown existence.

However, Nangongqin felt that his family's Zhenyan was so deceitful, and pulled Zhenyan to her side: "Yan'er, how could you have seen such a dirty thing?"

Saying so, he covered Zhenyan's eyes, and a lightning strike struck that face, smashing the drum's face to pieces.

"Hehe, Nangong Qin, you dare to kill me! The upper realm must have noticed your existence!"

"You are not far from flying..."

The drum turned to charred, and kept yelling until his tongue shattered.

Hearing the frantic voice, Zhenyan muttered strangely:

"I really seem to have seen this guy somewhere!"

Of course you have "seen" it!

Your heart was still in its hand!

Nangong Qin glanced at his sleeve, his storage bag was just right inside.

Zhenyan didn't know what Nangongqin was thinking, and let his ancestor's hand cover his eyes, obediently not moving.

Nangongqin waited for that head to turn into fly ash before reluctantly letting go of Zhenyan.

"If this thing is too dirty, it's better not to eat it indiscriminately." Nangongqin said to Zhenyan.

"Wait, ancestor." Zhenyan pressed Nangongqin's hand.

He paused before saying, "I'm sorry."

"...Do you have to eat it?"

"I'm not talking about that," Zhenyan said slowly while holding Nangongqin's wrist, keeping his eyes covered by Nangongqin, "I shouldn't just invite others to the first-class cabin."

"That!" Nangong Qin looked into the distance, a trace of displeasure evidently appeared on his indifferent face, but he said in his mouth, "Since Yan'er wanted to do that, I..."

"But, I'm angry!"

"?!"

"I know that for a long time to come, I will be slow to encounter monsters of the drum level, and I don't ask my ancestors to take me with me," Zhenyan said in a low voice, "but at least Before you do anything, please tell me, please?"

"At least, don't let me find myself alone when I open my eyes."

"I am afraid……"