Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Chu Xinghe, who was holding a folding fan in his hand and had a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, with such a poem, inexplicably made people feel very excited.

I don't know how many girls in the world are cultivators who commit.

Turning the first page, there is a beautiful man on each page, with a poem, the beautiful man has different styles, wild and domineering, thin and elegant, cold as an iceberg, and a chic ruffian......

All kinds of beautiful men are dazzling.

Subsequently, the Fengyun War Report released the news that the twelve beautiful men would be selected on the main list and the secondary list.

Of course, the rhetoric of Fengyun Zhanbao is very elegant, not called the list of beautiful men, but the list of sons of the storm.

Only good-looking male cultivators are qualified to become sons, which is actually the list of beautiful men.

The beautiful man who is on the top list will go to major cities and preach on a tour.

All monks will have the opportunity to receive the exercises written by the sons themselves.

The higher the ranking, the more sermons you preach, and the more opportunities you have to get the exercises.

There is only one chance to preach.

Every monk can give them gifts to help them reach the top.

Fulai Commercial Bank, half of the spirit stones obtained will be given to the sons.

As soon as the news came out.

Whether it is a female nun or a male nun, they all want to give a gift to the person they like to help him reach the top.

When Fang Zixuan saw the news, she hurriedly said to Fang Ziling: "Let's go, let's go support Xinghe." ”

"Boring." Fang Ziling was not very interested.

"Let's go, let's go......" Fang Zixuan pushed him out, "Our Qingyun Academy can't beat other sects, forget it, we can't lose in other aspects, we need spirit stones for gifts, we don't have many other Qingyun Academy, just more spirit stones, you have one million, I have one million, I will pull some little sisters, one million per person, and I will smash Xinghe to the first." ”

Fang Ziling: "...... Are you crazy? ”

Inexplicably sending a million spirit stones to others?

Although Xinghe can receive 500,000, there are still 500,000 to others.

Fang Zixuan said indifferently: "It's just a million lower grade spirit stones, how can it be considered crazy?" I haven't spent 10 million yet. ”

Fang Ziling: "......"

Fulai Commercial Bank.

Fifty discs were placed around the lobby in a circle, and the counters had all been removed, leaving only a staircase.

The disc is two meters high, made of spiritual wood, surrounded by hollow patterns, which looks extremely exquisite, and in the middle is the image of a beautiful man, which is a screenshot of divine consciousness, which is exactly the same as his appearance.

The steward of the trading house took a crystal ball and said: "After you buy gifts, you will receive corresponding props, like the crystal ball in my hand, you need to buy it - if I like you, I will hit you with the ball......"

I don't know which Taoist friend took those names, so that he, an old man in his three hundreds, was ashamed to read.

This one is still the most normal one he chose.

What else:

Childe, childe, people are your leg pendant!

Childe, I'm going to give birth to a monkey for you!

Childe, I want to give you a heart-to-heart and love you every day.

Childe, I will send you a big sea boat to watch the stars and the moon with you.

……

Those words, simply.

The steward breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Once you get the props, throw them at the people you like, like this." ”

He threw it casually, and the ball smashed into the boy in the middle of the disc.

The boy smiled slightly, bent down, and said, "Thank you." ”

"Wow! It's fun. The nun in the lobby hurriedly rushed up to the second floor to buy gifts and exchange props.

Pick up the prop and throw it at the person you like.

After the props are smashed up, above the disc, there is a special place to record the points, and how much will be added if you smash it.

On the sign at the door, there was also a special way to count Arabic numerals, and the monks could almost understand it at a glance.

When Fang Zixuan came, she saw a commotion in the lobby, and once thought that she had gone to the wrong room, she hurriedly withdrew, glanced at the signboard, and then walked in.

Soon another waiter came to explain the rules to her.

She went to the second floor, where she bought gifts, where there was already a long queue.

Fang Ziling looked even more puzzled: "I can't cultivate or fight, why do so many people come to buy it?" ”

The other female cultivators glared angrily when they heard this, and when they saw that it was a good-looking little Taoist friend, they immediately changed to a kind smile.

A red-clothed female cultivator explained: "Fellow Daoist, although this gift can't fight or cultivate, it can make us happy, cultivation is too boring, and it is inevitable that we will be bored in our hearts. ”

"Yes, yes, yes......" The rest of the nuns nodded again and again, and those words simply reached the bottom of their hearts.

In the past, in order to cultivate, a retreat would take a few months or a few years, and I wanted to talk to a Taoist friend, and the conversation was also about cultivation, or you couldn't find anyone at all, and they were busy practicing in retreat.

This makes the monks who like to be lively really unaccustomed.

Fang Ziling listened to what others said one by one, and gradually began to change his opinion of this method.

At this moment, an arrogant voice came from the team behind: "Get out of here!" ”

"Our eldest lady is here."

"Smack!"

A vicious-looking nun held a long black whip in her hand, and a whip hit the ground, and a puff of smoke rose from the ground, and the rest of the nuns were so frightened that they hurriedly got out of the way.

"Golden peach?" Fang Ziling frowned slightly, protecting Fang Zixuan and hiding behind the crowd.

A moment later, a peerless beauty dressed in purple, tall and tall, with extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, walked with her head held high and her expression arrogant.

The rest of the female cultivators next to her didn't dare to come out.

She walked to the counter without squinting, bowed her head slightly and gave the nun holding the black whip a look: "Jin Tao." ”

Jin Tao nodded, stepped forward, and asked, "Pang Butong, our young lady asks you, why don't we have a monk from the Kamikaze Sect in that so-called beautiful male picture?" Do you look down on us Kamikaze? ”

Pang Butong replied without humility or arrogance: "Fairy Ye Yao, in this selection of beautiful men, the Kamikaze Sect was selected as eleven people, how can it be called none?" ”

Jin Tao sneered: "Those black chickens and miscellaneous dogs can be selected, why can't the young master of Nangong?" Do you look down on our young master Nangong? ”

Fang Ziling's expression instantly turned cold.

Nangong Yuan again?

Every time Ye Yao met Nangong Yuan, he would lose his mind.

I don't know, did my grandfather succeed in getting married?

He really didn't want to be tied to Ye Yao, this kind of woman.

At this time.

Pang Butong sighed: "Fairy Ye Yao, it's not that we don't draw the young master of Nangong, in fact, the first thing we look for is the young master of Nangong, but the young master of Nangong, as soon as he saw the elders of the Pang family, he asked him to go, saying that our elders scared his heart and liver...... Ah no, it's a little sister. ”

Ye Yao's face was ugly.

It's Shen Yunjin again!

Behind her, sporadic taunts rang out.

Jin Tao turned around and shouted: "Don't laugh, no matter how small you are, cut off her tongue." ”

Fang Zixuan sneered and sneered: "What a great majesty! ”

"Who?"

"Your grandmother!"

Fang Zixuan walked out of the crowd.