Painting of the Nine Immortals

"Slow."

A faint voice sounded, and Ling Xian frowned slightly.

He looked around and saw a woman in a red suit standing with her hands on her shoulders. She was pretty and slender, and she was worth a thousand miles.

However, Ling Xian has seen too many people in the world, so he just glanced back and then looked back.

"The girl fancy it, too?"

"Yes, let me." The woman in red looked at Ling Xian without provocation or pride.

"Since the girl wants it, let it be for you."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, not because the woman in red was beautiful, she was willing to give up, but she did not want to fight because of this little thing.

Anyway, there are so many suitable gods.

At present, Lingxian walked to another counter, and fancy a piece of Shenmu that was equal to the value of the previous magic material.

"Let me have this sacred tree."

The woman in red opened her mouth softly, and Ling Xian Jian's eyebrows frowned, and she took a deep look at the woman.

The reason why he was willing to give up was because there were so many suitable materials and there was no need for a quarrel, and the second was that he did not see that the woman was provocative.

However, the woman in red spoke twice, which was intriguing.

At the moment, Ling Xian said lightly: "Are the girls looking for differences?"

"You can understand that." The woman in red smiled.

Ling Xian also laughed and said: "Then I can only say that the way you find fault is very low-level."

"do not think so."

The woman in red smiled and said, "If I didn't guess wrong, you should be a person from outside the region. Follow the Master to come here to participate in the feast of the Tao."

"That's half right."

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. He did come to the feast of ceremonial ceremonies, and he really followed the old man. However, the old man was not his master.

He is a great master of the arts, and in his own capacity, he can participate in the gala held in the Temple of God.

"Half?" The woman in the red dress froze slightly, for unknown reasons.

"Let's take it seriously, why are you provoking me?" Ling Xian smiled. He didn't want to cause trouble, but he was not afraid of it.

"I'm Jinyang's cousin."

The woman in red smiled gradually, and said, "He was swept away by your face and turned into a laughing stock. I can't stand idly by."

"So it is."

Thinking of the man in the golden robe, Ling Xian suddenly said, "Your news is astute. I found me so quickly."

"I was notified as soon as you identified the ten flaws in that sword."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, I know the cause and effect, I can't blame you."

"But, I have to make it for him after all."

"So, I'll give you a chance to compare with me. If you win, the two Shen Jin won't bother you again."

The woman in red glanced at Ling Xian, and said, "If you lose, you can still lose face, so that Jin Yang can be better."

"Strange."

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. If she wanted to find a fault, she would start her work. Is it necessary to try?

"Are you afraid?"

The woman in the red dress raised her eyebrows and said, "Normal, I am the most outstanding child of the Shen family. I am already the peak master. It is reasonable that you dare not compare with me.

I heard that Ling Xian could not cry or laugh. The peak master was really good, but he was not afraid of even a big master. How would he be afraid of a small master?

However, he did not want to accept it.

He is a great master of instrumentalism, and when he competes with a great master, no doubt he is bullying.

At the moment, Ling Xian laughed and said, "Leave it, I won't compare with you."

"I thought you had the courage, but I didn't expect you to be a counselor." The woman in red said indifferently.

"The radical method doesn't work for me."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Let's leave, don't bother me to choose the magical materials."

"You don't agree, you can't take half a piece of magical material with you." The woman in red said aggressively.

"Is it possible, this shop is yours?" Ling Xian smiled.

"That's right, this is what my Shen family opened."

The woman in red smiled and made Ling Xian startled, then shook her head and laughed.

"Changing another house is that it is impossible to open all the stores, which are opened by your Shen family."

With that said, Ling Xian took a big step and turned away.

"You can hide for a while, you can't hide forever."

"After the grand ceremony begins, in the presence of many great masters, I see how you refuse."

Looking at the back of Ling Xian, the mouth of the woman in red was raised, showing a playful smile.

...

In the dense forest in front of the Temple of Gods, Ling Xian sat on the crown of the tree and looked at the seven kinds of gods in front of him, showing a smile of joy.

After leaving the Shen family store, he entered another store and replaced the seven relatively low-value materials with rare materials outside.

After that, he came to the place agreed with the old man, this dense forest.

"With these 17 kinds of magical materials, this trip is worthwhile."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, thinking that tomorrow she would be able to talk with many great masters. Looking at the missing fairy wares, she had a little more expectation in her eyes.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and waited calmly.

In the early morning of the next day, a figure burst into the air, the fairy wind was boned, and the dust was flowing.

It was under the pretext of visiting friends that Ling Xian left the old man who did not care.

"came back?"

Ling Xian opened her eyes and laughed teasingly, "Last night, I had a great time."

"Haha, naturally pleasant, after all, is a close friend I haven't seen in years." The old man laughed heartily.

"Inappropriate words, it should be a confidante." Ling Xian said profoundly.

"How is that possible? Don't talk nonsense." The old man was embarrassed.

"No need to explain, whether you are visiting friends or lover, it has nothing to do with me."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and rose up, saying: "Let's go, the party is about to begin."

"I'll take you to see the Lord of the Temple first, and he agrees before you can participate in the event."

"Rest assured, with your strength and my face, he can't refuse, just go through the cuts."

The old man smiled, then stretched out and flew towards the Temple of the Craftsman.

Ling Xian followed closely behind him. He didn't worry that he would be rejected. The strength was there, how could the Lord of the Craftsman Temple refuse?

"What a stunning palace."

Looking at the God Craftsman's Hall from a close distance, Ling Xianmu Lu was amazed and felt that this hall was extraordinary.

"See it?" The old man smiled slightly.

"Naturally, the three Supreme Soldiers each perform their duties, but they complement each other. Even if the two Supremes join forces, it is difficult to break through this temple."

Ling Xian sighed and said, "The people who make this temple are really amazing."

"Let's go and see the Lord of the Temple first." The old man waved his big sleeves, and a palm-sized golden token flew out and landed on the plaque in the Temple of Gods.

Suddenly, a bright light emerged, condensing into a golden light avenue.

"This is the token of the prince of the artisan palace. It is useless. The only use is to enter the temple of the artisan freely."

"As soon as I see the Lord, he will give you a piece."

The old man smiled and set foot on the Golden Avenue.

The same is true of Lingxian.

Immediately, Cotai Avenue crossed the palace and came to Houshan.

The Lingfeng is endless and the white mist is hazy like a fairy house in Xianjia.

"Old guy, it's been a long time."

The laughter of Qinglang sounded, and it was hard to find its source.

Immediately, an old man in a blue shirt walked out of the void, bland and unremarkable, just like a mortal.

However, Ling Xian's pupils shrank.