"What, the navigator is going to fight the profiteers to the end?"

Zhang Baijiao was stunned, grabbing his greasy hair with both hands, and the whole person was completely awake.

Something is going to happen to this Nima.

Is the navigator so fierce?

Young people just can't hold their breath.

What to do, what to do?

Zhang Baike's mind turned sharply, but he couldn't think of any way for a while.

"Weapons."

"What's the strongest weapon we have?"

Yang Youyou asked calmly with a solemn expression.

The only thing she could think of right now was to strengthen the Navigator's force.

"Grenade, bazooka?"

Zhang Baike was a little hesitant, not sure if Yang Youyou's plan was feasible. It was the world of cultivating immortals, and the ghost knew what the cultivators of that world would do.

Although the power of grenades and bazookas is not low, if there is a conflict, will the navigator have a chance to use these weapons?

Even if you use it, can you keep yourself safe?

"Bring it."

Yang Youyou did not hesitate and ordered decisively.

Zhang Encyclopedia: ........

After a brief silence, Zhang Baike sighed. If there is no limit to chatting, there may be many ways to persuade the navigator.

But there seems to be no better way to do it when communication is blocked.

Zhang Baike turned around and hurriedly ran towards the arsenal.

At the same time, the Heavenly Mandate Pavilion changed.

Wisps of fairy light appeared out of thin air, like ribbons of colored light, and like clouds and smoke gathering, rendering this open space like a fairyland.

"Someone."

Seeing this vision, the surrounding guests immediately became refreshed.

This is the vision that Wu Miaoxuan inevitably produces every time he appears.

"Congratulations to the arrival of the Pavilion Master."

The waitresses on the first floor bowed their heads one after another, their hands spread out and their palms facing down on their lower abdomen, and shouted respectfully.

Their voices may be soft, sweet, or seductive.

But at the moment, it seems extraordinarily unified.

The atmosphere instantly became solemn.

In such an atmosphere, a gorgeous silver-white chariot slowly fell from the upper floor.

Dome with white light gauze drapery hanging down.

The step chariot has its own special effect of a gentle breeze, so that the curtain sways slightly rhythmically.

In the step, Wu Miaoxuan wore a beautiful and gorgeous silver hair crown, knelt on it, and her posture was upright, as solemn as a goddess, holy and elegant.

When the customers in the store saw this, they all looked solemn, cautious and respectful.

"Greetings to the Pavilion Master."

They stood up almost at the same time and bowed to Wu Miaoxuan in respect. Only Liu Xian sat at the table and did not react.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Behind the light veil, Wu Miaoxuan's beautiful face full of intellectual temperament turned up slightly, and her eyes were as bright as morning stars.

The red lips opened lightly, and the graceful voice spread through the lobby.

Wu Miaoxuan's eyes swept over everyone, and she was in a very good mood.

It's all small money.

"Whoa."

The guests received Wu Miaoxuan's order, and then relaxed.

Wu Miaoxuan's eyes finally fell on Liu Xian.

In an instant, Wu Miaoxuan's pupils constricted, and her beautiful face turned pale.

Hell yes!

The grandeur of luck covers the sky and the sun!

The endless luck turned into a vast sea of clouds, and there was no end in sight.

The brilliance of the life grid reflects the starry sky!

The sun hangs over the sea of luck, emitting an immeasurable amount of golden light, which makes people unable to see.

Just a quick glance, Wu Miaoxuan's eyes were already red, and tears flowed down.

It's too glaring.

The light of the life grid is like a brilliant day!

Wu Miaoxuan was silent.

It's not like she's never seen this kind of earth-shattering weather.

Great Summer Emperor.

Nameless Owner.

There is no such thing.

But there should be no such existence in southern Xinjiang.

There are only a few saints in the whole world.

How can there be a saint in the small southern Xinjiang?

It doesn't make sense.

"Pavilion Master, it is this madman who intends to disturb the order of my Heavenly Mandate Pavilion."

The waitress who left angrily before held her head high, glanced at Liu Xian arrogantly, and said bad things unceremoniously.

Wu Miaoxuan: ........

The Pavilion Master must have misheard.

Liu Xian looked at the waitress with a smile and couldn't wait to laugh twice.

It's funny.

Is this a back-and-forth rake?

"Pavilion Master, this madman not only disrupts the order of my Heavenly Mandate Pavilion, but also tries to eat the overlord's meal, which is really hateful."

The waitress looked at Liu Xian's fearless appearance, became even more disgusted, and continued to add charges to Liu Xian.

Liu Xian was still unmoved, and even picked up the exquisite teacup and tasted the spiritual tea of the Heavenly Mandate Pavilion.

One thing to say, it's really not worth it.

The taste of this thing is similar to a pound of tea in the hands of the shopkeeper Zhang.

It can't be said that there is no difference, only that it is exactly the same.

Just this thing, the Heavenly Mandate Pavilion dares to sell a hundred crystal coins!

Liu Xian shook his head slightly.

It's too black-hearted.

Wu Miaoxuan: ........

The lord of this pavilion is already numb.

This is playing the main pavilion master.

It must be so.

Wu Miaoxuan wanted to cry without tears, and was even a little at a loss.

O saints.

Not to mention his small body, even in the strongest period of the Heavenly Mandate Pavilion, everyone joined forces to cast spells, but I am afraid that they may not be able to hurt a single hair of the saint.

Don't say that he came to eat the overlord meal on purpose, even if he strengthens the pavilion master, what else can the pavilion master do.

He is just a weak, pitiful and helpless sorcerer.

Wu Miaoxuan's thoughts were turning, and she suddenly thought of the waitress's previous words.

She didn't dare to look directly at Liu Xian, so she pretended to be calm and said, "Bring this son's words." ”

When the waitress heard this, a smug smile rose on the corner of her lips, and she glared at Liu Xian fiercely, as if to say that you are dead, stinky boy.

"Whoa."

The waitress respectfully replied yes and sent the word.

Unfolding the paper, Wu Miaoxuan's pupils constricted to a point, and her graceful and mature delicate body couldn't help but tremble.

It's a simple horizontal.

At this moment, it is like a sharp blade that opens the heavens and the earth, destroying everything.

Pure destruction!

Just by looking at it, Wu Miaoxuan had a fear of wandering on the edge of life and death.

It was an aura of pure destruction that she had never seen before, or even dared not imagine.

An almost impossible aura of destruction.

"Hey, the Demon God of Destruction in the ancient era didn't have such a pure aura of destruction."

Wu Miaoxuan's hands trembled, and she let the paper slip off her hands, shivering.

It's horrible.

To practice is to cultivate the mind.

Tao rhyme is like a person.

A person with such an aura of pure destruction must be an extremely terrifying demon.

Having provoked such a terrible demon, Wu Miaoxuan felt that she might need to prepare her last words, and by the way, build herself a more gorgeous tomb where she could bury all her money safely.

If there is still time.

Since the arrival of Wu Miaoxuan, the guests in the store have been paying attention to Wu Miaoxuan's every move.

Although it is separated by a light veil, people can still vaguely see Wu Miaoxuan's movements.

At this moment, people shook their heads slightly.

This kid is finished, and the pavilion master is very popular.

But it's normal, who doesn't know that the pavilion master loves money like life.

One piece of paper, 10,000 gold.

Isn't this the lifeblood of the Pavilion Master.

Look, the pavilion master was so angry that he trembled.

Liu Xian saw everything about Wu Miaoxuan in his eyes, and was very satisfied to see that she was completely frightened.

If you deal with black-hearted businessmen, you can't cheapen them.

Liu Xian teased: "The pavilion master thinks that my word is worth 10,000 gold?" ”

All:..........

This kid is really not afraid of death, and at this time he is still provoking the Pavilion Master, and he is really not afraid that the Pavilion Master will make him worse than death, and he can't die?

The Pavilion Master is an unpredictable sorcerer.