Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Bai Chengyan's voice was loud, even if he lowered his voice, it could still be heard more than ten meters away.

In the hall of summoning spirits, everyone present looked over here.

Xiao Tingxun glanced at him indifferently, but did not answer.

"Yuqing," Bai Chengyan looked very blank. Seeing Xiao Tingxun's silence, he stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve, "Master knows that you are eager to investigate this matter, but we can't slap our faces to look fat."

"What is Elder Fu Hu talking about?" Pan Fengchang, who was on the main seat, turned his sharp, bean-like eyes, "The old man's ears are not working well, so I couldn't hear clearly."

"Ah, me, haha," Bai Chengyan laughed twice, "I'm just discussing with Yuqing about compensating your old spirit stone...huh?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Tingxun cast a sound-suppressing curse.

Bai Chengyan's eyes widened suddenly, and his big face covered with beards turned red. He tried hard for a long time, but he couldn't untie it. He stretched out his hand and tried to pull Xiao Tingxun, but the latter moved away calmly. own arm.

Seeing it, Bo Yan sighed, leaned into his master's ear, whispered something, and Bai Chengyan calmed down.

Nan Heng sat silently by the side, thinking that he finally knew how Brother Bo's mother attribute was cultivated.

With such a master, Bo Yan doesn't have to be observant and slick, otherwise he doesn't know how many times the elder will have to mess up.

--Ding!

[Xiao Tingxun favorability +50. 】

[Current values ​​are: refreshing point value: 1500, Xiao Tingxun's favorability degree: -150, plot progress: 30%, please continue to work hard for the host. 】

System 88's voice sounded.

Nan Heng sneaked a glance at the people beside him. Xiao Tingxun was talking to Pan Fengchang at this time, with a clear side face, casting a beautiful silhouette against the light.

It was just saying something to defend Pan Fengchang in front of him, and his favorability increased by 50.

Nan Heng hooked the corner of his mouth, it seems that the master is very easy to coax, this -150 should be returned soon.

"Elder Yuqing," Pan Fengchang stroked his beard and returned to his previous warm smile, "We Ming people don't talk dark words, 500 million spirit stones are still a little short. I'm not bullying you, this contract will cost you money." His spiritual power cannot be replenished by one or two million spirit stones."

"How much does Clan Master Pan want?" Xiao Tingxun's phoenix eyes drooped, his eyes were cold, "You just say it."

"At the very least, this is the number." Pan Fengchang smiled until his eyes disappeared, and stretched out three fingers.

"3000 million?" Xiao Tingxun frowned.

On the side, Bai Chengyan's eyes were rounded, he couldn't speak, but his hands and feet were not restrained, he jumped up from the seat, dancing and gesticulating.

Pan Fengchang pretended not to see it directly: "What does Elder Yuqing think?"

"I don't have that many." Xiao Tingxun said, "300 million, nothing more."

Now, even Nan Heng was a little surprised. If Shang Ming didn't contribute, where did Xiao Tingxun get so many spirit stones?

In the original book, it didn't say that Xiao Tingxun was a hidden rich man in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Okay, what I want is the sincerity of Elder Yuqing!" Pan Fengchang readily agreed as if he was afraid of Xiao Tingxun's repentance.

After he finished speaking, he cast a look at the five elders sitting opposite Nan Heng and the others, and the five took turns walking to the Jinbo carpet in the center of the hall, biting their fingertips, and putting blood on their foreheads, muttering: " Melt with my blood and call your dead souls!"

The first person to wear the black elder robe of the Soul Sacrifice Gate was an old man in his 50s and [-]s, with a Taoist hair combed. As soon as he finished speaking, a pale golden halo spread in the air, followed by a man also wearing a black robe. The white-haired old man sat cross-legged on top of his head.

As soon as the old man's soul appeared, all the elders and disciples of the Soul Sacrifice Sect in Zhaoling Hall, and even the sect master Pan Fengchang knelt down in unison.

"Old door master!"

"Welcome to the old sect master!"

The white-haired old man half closed his eyes, picked his ears with his little finger, and let out a long "hum": "A bunch of unfilial disciples, what's the matter? Pull me out again, the old man. Let me tell you, I won't fight! I'm 870 years old, and I've been dead for 15 years! When will you bastards be able to support the wall?"

After he finished speaking, there was silence in the hall, and he opened his eyes leisurely, turned his head to look, and was facing Xiao Tingxun's icy face.

I was taken aback: "Hey! Fengchang, when did you accept such an apprentice? With a coffin face, it was like crying. You don't know that our sect always deals with Hun'er? You still come in like this Personally, don't you look unlucky?"

Coffin face Xiao Tingxun: ...

Seeing his increasingly gloomy face, Nan Heng silently looked away.

Is this old man the former head of the Soul Sacrifice Sect?The mouth is a little owed.

"Cough, old ancestor," Pan Fengchang's short body got up from the ground, stood in front of the elder who combed the Taoist's head, and said with a smile on his face, "This is not from our sect, he is..."

"It's not from our sect? Then why is he here? Fengchang, you can't do it. Once I leave, old man, you won't start gathering people to gamble again, right?! Although the demon clan is dead, you can't waste your cultivation, you know? Know?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Pan Fengchang nodded his head, "What you taught me, my ancestor, is right. Disciple, tell them to practice quickly!"

As he spoke, he winked at the Taoist head elder. The Taoist head was probably used to it, and he used his blood-stained fingertips to touch the center of his eyebrows again.

"Hey, that's not too much. Don't ask the old man to come out if you have nothing to do. The soul of tossing back and forth will be gone, you..."

Before the white-haired old man finished speaking, suddenly the golden light flashed all over his body again, and with a sound, his phantom disappeared.

Pan Fengchang turned his head to face Xiao Tingxun's dark face, and wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "Hahaha, the old sect master is confused, don't be offended by Elder Yuqing."

"No problem, let's continue." Xiao Tingxun said.

Afterwards, the second elder also invited Qiyou, a senior who passed away before the Soul Sacrifice Sect.

The third elder was the silver-haired, squint-eyed man Ji Chen that Nan Heng had seen before.

He tapped the table with his slender and beautiful fingers, and raised his chin leisurely towards the handsome young man with a high ponytail and a blue-black soft armor beside him: "Axiu, go, meet those immortals .”

The young man blushed suddenly, he seemed a little reluctant, but he obediently got off his shoulders, walked up to Xiao Tingxun and them, and bowed his hands in salute.

"At... I am under Rongxiu, under the sect of Elder Ziqian, the disciple of the Soul Sacrifice...disciple, died...died in the battle of Aoshan 15 years ago..."

"Okay, come back." Ji Chenchao hooked his fingers to the young man, and smiled, "It's enough if you've seen it, why do you report yourself?"

The youth's erratic phantom actually blushed, and returned to him with his head down, gave him a somewhat shy look, Ji Chen smiled even more, and reached out to stroke his head.

"Brother Bo," Nan Heng asked Bo Yan softly, "What is the battle at Aoshan?"

"The Battle of Aoshan was the battle between the Immortals and the Demons 15 years ago. The battlefield was set in Aoshan, so it is also called the Aoshan War." Bo Yan said.

Nan Heng nodded, and continued to look at the remaining two elders asking for contracts.

In the end, even Pan Fengchang invited the deed, but there was no Murongqing's soul in it.

Xiao Tingxun naturally kept his word, took out a small box from the Qiankun bag, raised his hand and brushed it over, the box lid was opened, and the spiritual light inside was shining brightly, and a large box was full of spiritual stones.

Pan Fengchang stared straight at him. If it wasn't for the presence of outsiders like them, Nan Heng is sure that he would have left a mouthful of saliva on the spot.

"Hahahaha, Elder Yuqing is really rich." Pan Fengchang squatted in front of the box, holding a lot of spirit stones in his hand, laughing so hard that his eyes narrowed.

Xiao Tingxun's phoenix eyes were calm in the ancient well, and he said in a calm voice: "300 million spirit stones are all in place, I wonder if I can bother the sect master to read the Soul Deed Book."

"Look, of course you have to look! I'll go get it right away, Elder Yuqing is very generous, we have to let you check it out." Pan Fengchang was still stuck in a pile of spirit stones, and he was very talkative.

The soul contract booklet was quickly fetched, Xiao Tingxun took the booklet from a disciple of the Soul Sacrificial Sect, frowned slightly, and carefully flipped through it.

The soul contract book contains all the contracted friends of the elders of the Soul Sacrifice Sect, and the basic situation of the contracts formed.To a certain extent, it is considered a secret of the Soul Sacrifice Sect.

Nan Heng looked at the look of the little old man with his eyes shining, and sighed. Looking at the construction and decoration of the main hall of the Soul Sacrifice Gate, he didn't look like a poor man. The owner of the door was so greedy for money. Can't feel at ease.

Xiao Tingxun flipped through it for a while, but didn't seem to find anything, so he closed the booklet and handed it back to the disciple.

At this moment, another disciple hurried in from the Zhaoling Hall. Seeing Pan Feng often squatting in front of the box to count the spirit stones, he seemed to be used to it, so he went directly to him and whispered something in his ear.

Pan Fengchang waved him away, suddenly put down the spirit stone in his hand, covered the box and ordered the two disciples in the hall to carry the box down, then turned to Xiao Ting and asked: "Elder Yuqing, I think the culprit has been found."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands outside the hall, and said in a deep voice, "Bring it in!"

Soon, two disciples of the Soul Sacrifice Sect came in dragging a disciple who was also wearing the school uniform of the Soul Sacrifice Sect.

The disciple who was being dragged was a young man with a thin face and slender eyes, he was dragged in and still screaming that he was wrongly grasped.

As soon as Pan Fengchang saw that person, seeing Qian's wide-eyed face disappeared, he said gloomyly: "Chen Song, it's you?!"

The young man named Chen Song fell to the ground immediately, hugged Pan Fengchang's thigh and began to wail: "The sect master is wronged! It's not me, it's really not me!"

The disciple who came to report the news turned cold: "How dare you argue! You have been sneaky since Immortal Yuqing and the others came! We found evidence in your room! You can't run away!"

After he finished speaking, he took out something from his pocket and handed it to Pan Fengchang.

Nan Heng glanced at it, and it turned out to be the Changqing Token of the outer disciples of their Changqing Sect.