Flowing Water Museum.

I saw that Ni Suanqiu followed the white jade pillar, climbed up to a height of one or two hundred zhang, and then removed a white mist and came to a small attic.

As soon as you enter it, there are many monks wearing various colors of magic robes, and even some fancy costumes, all leaning against the white wall or black stone pillars, sitting in various corners, their eyes slightly narrowed, as if they are resting. Moreover, there is a considerable distance between each monk, and the eyes of all the monks are almost fierce, very indifferent, as if their group of monks still have a lot of scruples with each other, so they will maintain such a safe distance.

Ni Suanqiu glanced around, and found that Jin Muzao, a kid, had already come to this Flowing Water Pavilion, paused, and exchanged a look with Jin Muzao, Ni Suanqiu walked straight towards the corner where Jin Muzao was.

I saw that when Ni Suanqiu walked over lightly, many monks all looked at Ni Suanqiu, and at the same time, Ni Suanqiu also noticed that all the monks present here, their aura was extremely extraordinary. It seems that the monks who can stay in this hall are not weak in their cultivation, most of them are above the Dividing Mind Realm, and only a few have not cultivated to the Dividing Mind Realm, but these few monks who have not cultivated to the Dividing Mind Realm seem to have their own unique skills, and all of them have cultivated other secret techniques, and they are by no means the kind of low-level monks that can be seen in the outside world, so weak.

"Xiaozao, when did you come up?"

Ni Suanqiu came to that corner, so he moved a cyan stone chair with his hand, and said this softly, wanting to sit down and have a good chat with his little brother Jin Muzao, so as to inquire about the news here, but was instantly pushed away by a round-faced high-headed man holding a black iron ring and rolled to another corner of the Flowing Water Pavilion.

"Eh, you, this fellow Daoist, I said what the hell is going on with you, why did you snatch my chair for no reason?"

Suddenly, Ni Suanqiu stood up and pointed to the tall man with a round face, wanting to reason with the other party, but Jin Muzao on the side pulled his sleeve, and immediately suppressed what he was going to say.

It turned out that at this time, in the Flowing Water Pavilion present, there were no less than thirty monks above the Dividing Mind Realm, all of whom took out the magic weapons and magic weapons in their hands, and they were all eyeing each other, and they had already shown the appearance of being ready to shoot at any time and fight the method.

Suddenly, seeing such a terrifying posture, Ni Suanqiu immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcibly held back the anger in his heart, and returned to the corner where Jin Muzao was.

, what the hell is going on?

Seeing the various monks around, their magic robes were clearly not from the same sect, and at this time, Ni Suanqiu just said such an inconsequential sentence, but it caused the displeasure of many monks, which instantly made Ni Suanqiu at this moment unable to figure it out.

Immediately afterwards, the whole hall fell into calm again, and all the monks took care of their own affairs, and there was no big noise. I saw that there was no verbal dialogue between the monks in the venue, and even Jin Muzao, a big fool, didn't squeak or make any loud noise, just waved his hand vigorously, held his mouth, and made some movements towards Ni Suanqiu, making Ni Suanqiu confused.

At this time, it can be seen that some of their monks only have a sharp gaze, like a sharp flying knife, piercing Ni Suanqiu's eyes.

Taishi chair, tiger skin stool, high wooden chair, small horse, small low stool...... In the venue here, there are so many kinds of tables, chairs and benches, all of which are horizontal and vertical, scattered in the small white pavilion here.

Moreover, Ni Suanqiu looked around and found that the seats in each corner where these monks were located were arranged in order from high to bottom. It seems that in this Flowing Water Pavilion, the status of the monks is also inexplicably related to these tables, chairs and benches, and it seems to be closely related to the identity background of these monks.

And then, seeing that his younger brother Jin Muzao was still sitting on a small wooden stool that was lower than Xiao Mazao at the moment, Ni Suanqiu moved his body, and immediately sat in the corner, side by side with Jin Muzao.

However, just as Ni Suanqiu had just sat down, and before he could say a few words, a white light flashed behind him, and the figure of a white-faced thin bamboo pole monk quickly swept in.

I saw that in his hand, with a gentle roll of Zhenyuan, he sucked the small wooden stool under Ni Suanqiu's buttocks, and then, the white-clothed monk with a thin bamboo pole immediately snorted with disdain, and sat directly on the small wooden stool that he had snatched.

"I'm sorry, boss, I think the chairs that the monks here sit on are all divided by cultivation, and you, boss, ......"

Faced with such a situation, Jin Muzao was also a little helpless, and explained such a sentence in a whisper, but before he could say it clearly, he waved his hand at Ni Suanqiu, who had slipped to the ground, and blocked it, signaling that he didn't need to continue to explain.

Flowing Water Pavilion, Broken Knife Pavilion, Tianque Pavilion.

Changsheng Building, Kuiyuan Building, Daotian Pavilion.

......

What Ni Suanqiu didn't know at this time was that above the many white giant pillars in this city, there were many white pavilions and palaces built on them, all of which were specially designed to accommodate monks from all walks of life. A place of cultivation, and at this moment, many pavilions in the city have established rules, that is, depending on whose cultivation is high, you can sit on some good seats, and whoever has great magical powers can lead the team to go outside to kill high-level demon beasts, to complete some beast-hunting tasks assigned by the master of this city, and then, you can get some rare high-level rewards.

Well, of course, in this city, no matter which pavilion it is in, the status ranking among the monks depends on the strength. Whether it is a monk from the same sect and sect, or a disciple from another sect in another city, or just a casual cultivator who has just come here like Ni Suanqiu, if at this moment, there is any dissatisfaction with other monks in the hall, they can use force to resolve the dispute.

That is to say, the previous white-clothed thin bamboo pole monk who suddenly took away Ni Suanqiu's small wooden stool and Zhou Tianjing's five-fold Zhou Tianjing, Ni Suanqiu had any dissatisfaction with him, he could directly sacrifice the magic weapon, fight with it, and even kill it directly, and there would be no monks from the Cloud Spirit Sect who would come to intercept him at all.

And for all this, Ni Suanqiu naturally saw some clues, and he also had the strength to deal with any monk in Zhou Tianjing. It's just that he just came here, he didn't know the situation yet, and he didn't want to cause so much trouble, so in a hurry, he had to take out a white cloth, spread it in a corner of the hotel, and sat down quietly.

"Oh, Huang Minghe, Kuaishou Xiong, you two are really bold, you dare to grab a chair with today's new king......?

Soon, a white-clothed young monk came into the pavilion here, and he just glanced at the two monks in front of him, one fat and one thin, and then he said this sentence with pity, and walked straight towards the white jade throne in the middle of this flowing water pavilion.

Ni Suanqiu turned his head and found that this white-clothed monk was one of the main generals who participated in the siege and killing of this demon beast before, Yin Leizi.

"What, this son actually enjoyed today's Sect Master's reward, three top-grade spirit stones?"

Huo, as soon as these words came out, many Dividing Mind Realm cultivators who were holding various magic weapons all set their eyes on Ni Suanqiu. It can be seen that many people's eyes are full of greed, and it seems that they have begun to plan in their hearts, how to obtain the three extremely brilliant spirit stones from Ni Suanqiu's hands.

"What? you two are not convinced?" The white-clothed Lei Linggen monk seemed to think that Ni Xuan's matter was not big enough, the corners of his mouth grinned, he smiled, and continued like adding oil and vinegar, "Heh, if you are not convinced, you can ask this person for the spirit stone, but the ugly words are ahead, today's three top-grade spirit stones, he snatched them from the hands of the second son of Feng Lei in the South Kunlun of the Broken Knife Pavilion, Kun Daolun and Kun Daoji. Rank, according to the rules of this pavilion, if any of you kills this son, then before tomorrow evening, you must have a battle with the monks of the Broken Knife Pavilion, at the very least, you must snatch more than one high-level demon beast to correct your strength, otherwise, our pavilion master will immediately expel that Taoist friend from our Flowing Water Pavilion. ”

Soon, as soon as these words came out, there was no sound in the pavilion here, and many monks who were still very arrogant looked at Ni Suanqiu's gaze, and they all added a little awe. It can be seen from this that the two monks who Ni Suanqiu met today were short in stature and looked like seven or eight-year-old boys, and the supernatural strength of the two of them should not be underestimated at all, and they were not at all comparable to ordinary Dividing Mind Realm monks.

"Hehehe, what's the matter? I said that the black-handed invincible fast hand bear, as soon as you heard that this person's supernatural strength can be compared to the mind, you don't dare to do anything against this son? Hmph, it's really a bad seed!" However, just after a dozen breaths of silence, in a corner of the Flowing Water Pavilion here, there was a green-clothed monk who had reached the level of Dividing Thoughts, had a very sharp face, and had two black beards on his mouth, and he sneered at the round-faced and high-headed man.

However, as soon as this person's words fell, the cup of tea he was holding in his hand had not been drunk, and a black yin wind rolled up behind him, and immediately, a huge black bear paw suddenly drew out, and slapped on the top of the person's heavenly spirit cover with lightning speed, and there was a bone explosion of kalala, and the two eyes of the green-clothed monk with a sharp face had time to go up, and a stream of red blood gushed out above his head, and then, his whole person, to the side, immediately fell into a pool of red blood。

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