Aiming for the Immortal Path

"Senior, what you said is serious. It's a trivial matter, why bother bothering the steward to come here? Senior asked junior here so urgently, why don't you know what's going on?"

Two resentful looks flashed across her eyes, and the obese female cultivator lowered her head slightly before speaking out and asking again.

"Hmph! If I remember correctly, in your auction house, the monks and I will be served spiritual tea and spiritual wine after paying the seat rental fee."

"Old man, if you look at other rooms, they also have them. Why are there nothing in these rooms that you are responsible for?"

With a cold snort, the monk who spoke out continued to speak.

Faced with the questioning, the obese female cultivator trembled slightly. ??

The anger in my heart was surging.

Hum, a casual cultivator is a casual cultivator, so what if you practice to the out-of-body stage? If you haven't seen the world, you haven't seen the world. You have to take advantage of some useless spiritual tea and spiritual wine.

This girl will serve you tea and wine. What a beautiful idea!

This girl just won’t give it to you!

The thought turned around secretly, and the fat female cultivator's eyes rolled.

He made up his mind immediately, tried his best to suppress his dissatisfaction, and said quickly in a low voice, "Well... to be honest, there are too many monks coming to participate in the auction this time, so the spiritual tea and wine prepared are not enough. When I come here, I have already It’s gone.”

"Really?"

The monk who spoke out asked in reply. Under the bamboo hat, there were two sharp cold lights bursting out, as if he wanted to see through the fat female cultivator.

The obese female nun gritted her teeth and was about to continue to deny it.

But as he spoke, he noticed that the person in front of him had something wrong with his eyes.

Turning his head, he saw two more figures appearing outside the door.

But he saw a boy in the golden elixir stage, holding a large tray filled with spiritual tea, spiritual wine and spiritual fruits. With a smile on his face, he respectfully led a monk wearing a black robe and magic weapon into the room. .

Under the gaze of everyone, Na Xiu

Shi Shi quickly looked around, and his eyes rested on Su Twelve for a moment.

Immediately, he strode forward, walked to the seat farthest away from Su Twelve, and sat down.

As soon as the visitor sat down, the boy who led the way quickly placed the tray on the table in front of the visitor's seat.

"Senior, please take your time to enjoy these spiritual teas, spiritual wines, and spiritual fruits. If they are not enough, feel free to call for juniors. We have plenty of small things in our auction house."

"I know! You go down, if you have something to do... I will call you!"

The visitor waved his hands, then sat on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

This person was no one else, but the clone of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace who had followed Su Twelve all the way.

Feeling the weak energy coming from the jade medal around his waist, he was in a good mood at this time and his breathing was very even.

An Jing closed his eyes, seemingly not paying attention to everything around him, but in fact... a faint sense of consciousness flowed between his eyebrows, and he had been secretly paying attention to Su Twelve beside him.

However, his cultivation level was so transcendent that neither the other monks present nor Su Twelve could notice this weak fluctuation of consciousness.

Seeing that the person in front of him was no longer interested in talking, the boy bowed respectfully and then walked out quickly.

The boy leaves just as quickly as he comes.

With the arrival and departure of the boy, the room was filled with silence, and the atmosphere had become somewhat different.

Not long after, nearly half of the monks stared at the fat female cultivator's position, and a pair of unkind eyes were directed at the obese female cultivator through their bamboo hats.

All the monks present are discerning. I don’t know where the fat female nun in front of me

, never told the truth from the beginning.

If the clone of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace did not come, and everyone was concerned about each other's background, it would naturally be difficult to make the atmosphere too tense.

Maybe, even if you are unhappy, you will choose to believe it and let the matter go. So as not to affect the subsequent auction.

But now, the matter is brought to the table.

Although everyone present is a casual cultivator, there are also many people who are in the out-of-body stage.

If you are fooled several times by a person who is related to you in the Nascent Soul stage, and there is no reaction at all, how can you lose face?

The obese female nun originally found it troublesome, and because she was dissatisfied, she chose to deny it repeatedly. ??

But he didn't expect that just when he was halfway through speaking, a boy led people in, bringing with him a lot of spiritual tea, spiritual wine, and spiritual fruits.

It may not be intentional, but it is equivalent to a slap on her face.

At this moment, feeling the gazes of everyone in the field, the obese female cultivator felt extremely embarrassed.

Deep in his heart, he held a grudge along with the boy just now and the clone of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace who was brought in by the boy.

snort! How did this person come to be treated so attentively by that guy just now?

Could it be possible...that it also has something to do with it?

No...impossible. If he was really related, how could he be assigned to this room?

Could it be that you gave the guy just now some benefit in private?

Yes, it must be so!

These hateful casual cultivators don't have much ability, but they have a lot of troubles!

My thoughts are turning secretly.

After just a moment, before the other monks in the room could speak again, the fat female monk hurriedly continued, "Oh, by the way! I think about it, there seems to be some spiritual tea, spiritual wine and so on."

"Don't worry, everyone, let me go and have a look!"

After saying this, he turned around and left in a hurry without waiting for anyone to respond.

"Hmph! What is the background of this little girl? A mere Nascent Soul stage monk can act so wantonly. If it weren't for the fact that we were on the auction house's property and left outside, I would have slapped her and made her soul return to the Nine Heavens!!!"

"Hey! She dares to do this, she must have a not simple identity. In all likelihood, she is a descendant of an old guy from the Duobao Chamber of Commerce, who came here to practice. These descendants of our great cause will not leave us alone. Isn’t it normal for Xiu to take it seriously?”

"This kind of training method is simply ridiculous. Let me see... the auction of Duobao Chamber of Commerce will be destroyed in the hands of these related households sooner or later."

"Whether it is destroyed or not, that is also a matter for the Duobao Chamber of Commerce. We have fought for what we should fight for. Now that she has gone, she has lowered her head. Let me see... we should stay calm and focus on the auction first. Let’s do something.”

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Watching the fat female cultivator leave, everyone's voices started to rise and fall in the room.

Although they may not know each other, it does not hinder them from expressing their dissatisfaction and complaining to each other.

In the corner of the room, Su Twelve, who had been watching silently, with nothing to do with himself, raised his eyebrows from time to time, feeling as if there was a faint needle pricking deep in his heart, which made him feel manic and depressed. Qi.

"Strange, why do you suddenly feel irritable, as if something bad is about to happen?"

"Is it possible that there is someone plotting behind this?"

"It's just that in Baizhangfang City, the only ones who have a grudge against me are Baili Lingquan of Xuanyuan Sword Sect and An Yue of Xuannvlou. But even if they come to the auction site, there are arrays here. There is no way to block it, and there is a special burqa magic weapon to block the breath, so there is no reason to discover my existence. "