Bai Chuwei has a road number, but if she changes the group business card to her own road number, it is estimated that she will be kicked out directly by the group leader. Reason: Blasphemy of the ancestors of cultivating immortals thousands of years ago.

Settle for the next best thing and change a group business card like this.

As for newcomers joining the group to distribute red envelopes, she knew that most of the immortal cultivators had a lot of property, but they might not necessarily be able to see the group red envelopes of dozens of yuan.

Bai Chuwei's eyes fell on the various elixirs and spiritual water that had just been developed on the desk, and she had an idea in her heart.

Thin white fingers tapped quickly on the virtual keyboard, and soon a small program was written.

[Ancestor: @全体成员, there are not many red envelopes, only twelve are distributed, everyone will grab them if you have a fate.] ]

Twelve red envelopes?

This newcomer is too poor, isn't he?

A few diving monks laughed, it didn't matter if this newcomer grabbed the red envelope or not.

Everyone was still complaining, and suddenly they saw that the newcomer with the group business card for "Old Ancestor" sent out a red envelope, and a few monks immediately went to poke it!

Hehe, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat.

Click on it to see, it is not a common red envelope grabbing interface, and the amount of money grabbed is not displayed but - the name of each item!

Zixia Sanxian grabbed the beauty pill, Tianyang Zhenren grabbed the Tianling Pill, and the Undrunk Venerable grabbed the Hundred Drunken Brew...... Luckily, Wang Qingxuan grabbed Tsukidan.

Everyone: "??? ”

Damn, what's going on?

[Ancestor: I just wrote a small program, and the little friend who grabbed the red envelope, I'll give it to you later.] ]

You...... No kidding?

Beauty pills, heavenly elixir, Taiqing spiritual water? This is in the red envelope? They think it's money to give out red envelopes!

Qingxuan is an old man, and he finally accepted that it is now a society of science and technology, and he doesn't need to call and send WeChat instead of passing notes, but he still can't accept typing, so he simply sends voice in the group directly.

Qing Xuan's voice was shaking: "Front...... Before, senior, I grabbed Tsukidan? Is that Tsukidan the Tsukidan that the younger generation thinks? ”

Bai Chuwei was a little surprised and asked, "Could it be that there are other things in Zhuji Dan?" Isn't it just a elixir that can build a foundation immediately if you eat it? ”

There was a sudden silence in the group.

Liu Sisi watched her master suddenly kneel on the ground as soon as his legs became weak, and the pedestrians around him hurriedly turned around and pointed at Liu Sisi, thinking that she was a little girl bullying the old man.

Liu Sisi couldn't wait to cover his face, and said without tears: "Master, get up quickly, don't be ashamed." You are also the head of the Qingxuan faction! ”

Qing Xuan kept wiping his tears and choked: "Master, I'm so excited that my legs are weak. ”

Qing Xuan is now at the level of the late stage of the Qi refining period, and after living for so many years, he can't find the mystery that crosses into the foundation building period, like a headless fly circling outside the door, who knows that Bai Chuwei, an old-timer, will enter the group and send a red envelope to the group, and he will grab the Zhuji Dan.

A treasure elixir like Zhuji Dan, Bai Chuwei said that he would send it, and it was really a golden thigh.

The revitalization of the sect is hopeful!

This thigh hug is good!

A group of diving monks in the group realized it later...... Did they miss something terrible?

Damn, did that old thing Qingxuan really tell the truth this time?

Is it really a big guy who came in?

[(Do not disturb in retreat): If your hands are slow, does the big guy still give out red envelopes? I squatted. ]

[Ethereal Spirit: Ziming Daoyou look at your group business card clearly, what are you doing running out of retreat?] In addition, the big guy will send another one? ]

Bai Chuwei was happy.

[Ancestor: As I said, there are only twelve, not many.] ]

A group of monks who didn't grab the red envelope: ...... , lose 100 million!