Baizhu and Ah Jiu finally decided to complete the competition with the prison painting general. In the end, it was an unsurprising victory.

After some competition, they also have a little more understanding of the cultivators of their realm. Among the nine people, only Baizhu has cultivated to the Jindan realm, and he has the sea of knowledge in his mind. Baizhu is only twenty-two this year, the same age as prison painting, which is rare among peers, but in the eyes of prison painting, it is really not enough. These nine competitions are like taking primary school students to do their homework for her, although some of the topics are very unfamiliar, but as long as she thinks about it, she can quickly understand it. Coupled with the theories she had mastered before, she had a general grasp of all the skills of cultivators below the Jindan Realm, and reviewed the basic knowledge in combination with practice as if she were reviewing her homework. If she wanted to start from scratch, she could start cultivating from the realm after the Jindan realm.

After all, she is an earth immortal, and the foundation is here, so she can't start from scratch like these mortals. The perception of herself in her heart is clearer, which makes her feel very good.

However, after this ruthless crushing, the nine people have completely lost the pride of the pride of the sky, and in addition to being depressed, they are more curious about prison paintings.

"Miss Prison, what the hell do you do?" Bai Zhu and Ah Jiu sat on both sides of the prison painting and asked with a bitter face. And the others also gathered around, looking like they would not give up without saying anything. Only Ying Wu stood by the window with an ugly face, as if she didn't want to get close to the prison painting at all.

"Miss Prison, I just called my master and asked me if anyone who can see the energy fluctuations of the enchantment must have at least reached the first level of the Yuan Infant. Even if you are not a cultivator, you should know about the Yuan Infant Realm. Have you really reached the Yuan Infant Realm? "Baizhu has just failed miserably, but there is irrepressible excitement on his face. He hadn't seen a twenty-two-year-old Yuan Infant Realm master yet. For cultivators, the higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to advance, and it is normal for many people to spend years or even decades to refine from Jindan to Yuanying. But the prison painting looks about the same age as him, and he has actually reached the strength of the Yuan Infant Realm, even if he is not a cultivator, he admires it very much.

Ah Jiu is only seventeen years old, and she has already reached the initial stage of Jindan, although it has something to do with the heavenly and earthly treasures that her father Penglai used for her in the process of cultivating her truth, but even so, it is extremely difficult to reach this realm. But it would be very difficult for her to break through the peak of Jindan within five years, let alone the Yuanying Realm.

But looking at Baizhu and Ah Jiu's envious eyes, the prison painting was a little crying and laughing. I am an earth immortal, what is there to envy about the strength to reach the Yuanying realm? It's good to say it without making people laugh, but it's really speechless to be envied like this by these guys.

"Miss Prison, you said before that you were doing things for the following, is it true?"

"What are you doing down there? Have you ever seen real black and white impermanence? ”

"Are you collecting ghosts for the underworld? What benefits do they give you? Do you think I have what it takes to do this? ”

Several people were asking, and the green soul suddenly told the prison painting in the sea of knowledge that the person Jun Fengtian was looking for had been rescued by him, and asked her what to do.

"Bring it to Jun Fengtian, just say that I sent you to do something, and I saw it brought out."

"Yes."

The few people here were still pestering her, and she had a headache when she was entangled, so she covered her head and said, "I was really defeated by you, am I a good person in the real estate business?" Do you need to specialize in prisons? The quality is very good, if you want it, I will give you a discount. ”

As soon as he said this, several people choked. Who needs to be in prison for anything? No matter how good the quality is, no matter how cheap it is! Just then, a man's voice came from outside the door: "Don't listen to her. The quality of the prison she did was particularly poor, either it was mothed here or there were holes there, and the big ghosts and little ghosts ran out all day long, and it was rainy and cloudy and leaking. ”

Everyone was startled, and when they looked at the door, they saw a man in a white shirt pushing the door in. The man has a handsome and charming face, but the whole body exudes a calm precipitation that is not commensurate with his age, like an ancient laurel tree, although full of history, but full of vitality and fragrance.

"Xue Yan, why are you here?" The prison painting also looked at the man in front of him with some surprise.

"I'm looking for something about you, and I just heard you bragging to them." Xue Yan looked at the prison painting with a playful expression, and saw that the prison painting's cheeks were red, and he didn't know if it was because he was caught bragging or because the meaning in those eyes was too ambiguous.

"Am I bragging? For so many years, being able to stand means that the quality is very good, and some damage is normal. The prison painting tried his best to hide his abnormal cheeks, and then glared at Xue Yan and said, "I'm doing business well, why are you demolishing me?" ”

The prison painting and Xue Yan had a match, but the others looked at Xue Yan with a shocked face. Who is this man? When did he show up, and why didn't they notice it at all? The door of this box was obviously locked, how did he easily push it open? What's even more terrifying is that the looming aura on this man's body is too domineering, and he hasn't even felt like this in their master, could it be a master of the cultivation realm?

When the nine members of the security team were suspicious, the communication between the prison painting and Xue Yan kept heating up, and it was extremely ambiguous. Seeing that Xue Yan's hand was about to fall on the head of the prison painting, and he came to kill him with an intimate touch, a cold voice suddenly came from the door: "What are you doing?" ”

The nine looked at the voice, shocked again. A little boy about twelve or thirteen years old in a white suit pushed the door in, staring at Xue Yan's sinful hand with a gloomy face.

Nani? Where did this little boy come from? If this man was a master just now, so they didn't notice it. But now it's a little kid! How can they say that they are also cultivators, and their ear sharpness has reached a certain level, when did a little boy come up on this floor, and none of them heard the movement?

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the stinky face of the green soul and Xue Yan's hand that had not yet had time to be withdrawn, and coughed in embarrassment and explained: "Qing Soul, we are talking about business, business. ”

Xue Yan landed the hand that had not been withdrawn on the shoulder of the prison painting, patted it gently, and then said, "Don't say it, I really have something to do with you this time." And the green soul, this matter also has something to do with you. ”

The cheeks of the prison painting were red again. What do you mean to have something to do with me this time? I didn't have anything to do with it before?

"What can you do with me?" Qing Soul closed the door and walked in, although he still looked reluctant and awkward, but he still opened his mouth to ask.

"It's the cell thing I just talked about. Now the cells in the ten halls are all in trouble, big or small. We discussed it together and decided to come to you to repair and put all the cells in order, and the cost was good, and the public would pay for it. ”

At first, when Xue Yan said that he was repairing the cell, he was not very interested in prison painting, but now when the cost was mentioned, prison painting came to his senses, nodded and said, "Okay, I have to go and see the situation to determine the price." ”

Qing Soul knew the virtue of prison painting, but he didn't have any opinion on prison painting's decision, and bypassed Xue Yan to sit down on the chair next to prison painting, ignoring the stunned nine people.

"There's one more thing that should work for you. But it's not convenient to say now. When you're done later, I'll take you down to see what is going on in the cell, and I'll just meet the man. ”

A few people who had seen the strength of prison painting did not dare to say anything, and they all quietly observed the two people who suddenly appeared. She was about to ask Xue Yan who she was going to see when her phone rang suddenly.

"Hey, Miss Prison! I'm Jun Fengtian! As soon as the phone was connected, Jun Fengtian's eager and excited voice came.

"It's me, hello Mr. Jun." It was not surprising that as soon as the green soul returned, Jun Fengtian would look for her.

"Miss Prison, thank you for finding my informant for me, otherwise I ......"

"Mr. Jun, you're welcome. It's just that I didn't expect that Mr. Jun was also in Chalongchang Real Estate, which really surprised me. ”

Jun Fengtian was a little embarrassed, after all, when Prison Painting mentioned that he wanted to check Longchang Real Estate before, he didn't tell Prison Painting about the grievances between him and Longchang Real Estate. He was worried that the prison painting was deliberately tricking his words, so as to do something unfavorable to him. For those who meet for the first time, Jun Fengtian is still vigilant at all times. But now that people have given him such a big favor, he can't accept it.

However, it was because he stole the information in his mind that he learned about it, not because of trust. So he didn't mind, and said with a smile: "That's fine, it shows that Mr. Jun and I have a common enemy." Mr. Jun, I believe we will have a happy cooperation. ”

"Of course, it's a pleasure to work with!" Jun Fengtian saw that he didn't care about his previous concealment, and his heart was both moved and happy. Suddenly, he remembered the phone call he had just received, and asked, "Miss Prison, are you still eating with my guests?" ”

Prison Painting glanced at the nine people: "I haven't eaten anymore, but we are indeed together." ”

"Are my doormen naughty again?" Jun Fengtian's voice sounded a little bitter and tentative.

"That's not it, it's just a test with me."

"That's good." Jun Fengtian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then reacted violently, shouting, "What? Competition? ”

The prison painting was yelled at by Jun Fengtian's earache, and then I heard Jun Fengtian say on the phone: "Miss Prison, are you still in the box?" I'll go back to you now. ”

"Still here, Mr. Jun still has something to look for me?"

"Miss Prison, I'm really sorry, my customers are all young and arrogant, but I didn't expect them to do this. I'll go back now, and I'll apologize to you in person for this. ”

"Well, Mr. Jun, no need, I'll be a little busy later."

"Miss Prison, I'm really sorry! Well, I'll come to apologize another day. I'll be sure to talk about them when I get back later, it's too much! ”

Although the prison painting was indeed a little unhappy with the provocation of these people at the beginning, but when he saw that these people heard the complaint of the prison painting, they were stunned and didn't even dare to come out, and they felt a little funny, so they said: "That's it, it's nothing, but it doesn't hurt for us young people to play with each other." But we're sorry that we accidentally broke Mr. Jun's barrier. ”

"Oh, Miss Prison, don't be polite to me, it's just that you've broken an enchantment...... What the? Enchantment?! Jun Fengtian yelled again, unguarded, and was shocked by this roar.