Everyone looked at him inexplicably.

Uncle Zuo is really crazy. This can't be pretended, from the sudden confusion and ignorance in his eyes, you can see that he really feels that someone is shaving his head.

Zuo Su'er jumped up and looked around, but found nothing.

Now there are not many people who can escape Dongyun's eyes.

And the feeling of being shaved is still with you even if you jump. But not a single hair became less when I touched it.

Isn't Lao Tzu really crazy?

He fell on the throne of the head of the house, and sat on the back of his chair. Inspecting the people in the hall, including the lady of the head, everyone was silent.

In the past few days of the battle with Changfengmen, everyone has a deep understanding of Zuo Suer's madness and Taoism.

This crazy criticism can't be provoked!

Zuo Su'er searched for a long time, but did not find the source of perception, and had a slight guess in his heart, temporarily suppressed the fear in his heart, and waved his hand: "You pressed the little cub of Changfengmen to go to Qingyuanmen to sell it at a good price first, and when the brothers arrived, then go to the swagger faction to destroy him, the master has a grudge against Mutu, the matter between the Fuyang faction and Changfengmen, what did he do when the swagger faction came in?" Want to warm the bed for gentlemen? Gentlemen give them a chance. ”

The face of the lady in charge changed: "Don't have a grudge against other sects!" ”

She has had a very bad premonition these days. Since the return of Zuo Su'er, the war of the Fuyang faction has not stopped, although it can bring back all kinds of treasures every time - but more than ninety percent of them are refining materials, and they cannot form combat power for a while, which is useless for the sect. On the contrary, he has lost more than 200 disciples in the past few days.

The Fuyang faction is not a gate faction, and there are only more than 1,000 disciples in total, which is already nerve-wracking.

"Okay!" Zuo Su'er grinned and said: "Then you don't need the Fuyang faction to participate, you can go back to our cottage and be the king, Changfengmen and the Zhaoyao faction will come again, and they have nothing to do with you, and they will rob you to ravage, don't call your name, Uncle Shi knows that we don't like women, I will get goosebumps if you call me." ”

The face of the lady in charge changed instantly.

Zuo Su'er smacked at the disciples in the hall: "What are you doing in a daze? Sell prisoners of war?! Are you waiting for you to take you? Are you stupid? Just escaped and went to Qingyuan Gate to throw yourself into the net! The guys just don't practice the baby, not the brain! ”

Everyone instantly lowered their heads, didn't look at Zuo Su'er, hurriedly escaped, and pressed the captives to the Qingyuan Gate to buy the prisoners.

Zuo Su'er grinned and looked at the lady in charge: "Uncle Shi, the master lied to them." The baby is still there, and he likes women. If you don't believe in Uncle Shi, you can try it. ”

The lady of the head of the house had a frosty face, turned around and left. I didn't want to be in the same room with him for a moment.

Qingyuanmen set up a garrison to buy prisoners every five thousand miles, and there were figures shaking around the station, and there were several surrounding sects.

The disciples of the Fuyang Sect approached cautiously: "The disciples of Changfeng Sect, three Qiling, twenty-seven people above the Yiqi, and thirty-eight people below the Yiqi. Collect? ”

"Shh The disciple who was stationed in charge of registration made a gesture: "Don't say which sect it is, next time just strip your clothes and cover their faces, just send them over." ”

"Want spirit stones? Yuan Jing? Or is it the material? ”

"Yuanjing!"

A disciple handed him a bag, and the Fuyang sect disciple counted it and raised his head: "Give, give more!" ”

Ran into an immortal jump? There are always such merchants, who give too much, and when they want to leave quietly, they shout that they have lost the money, and then take back the principal with interest.

The disciple shook his head: "Two hundred and thirty-seven Xuanjing, I didn't give much, the price has increased." ”

The Fuyang Sect's disciple's eyes lit up, and his exhalation became thicker. This is more than twice as high as the notice sent by Xuantian Gate to all factions!

A sword light shot towards the station, and a fat monk on the sword light shouted: "Put down Xuanjing, don't buy and sell anymore!" This is a trick of Qingyuanmen! In just these six or seven days, Dongyun Mountain has completely fallen into chaos, and you can no longer buy and sell your fellow Daoists. They are all Taoist friends of the Dongyun League, and they kill each other just for the acquisition of Qingyuanmen? ”

The people below were silent for a moment, and there were similar guys shouting at each station in the past few days.

But with little effect.

I know it's a trick of Qingyuanmen, but ...... What does it have to do with me? Even if the Dongyun Alliance defeats the Qingyuan Sect, won't there be another sect sitting in that position?

It can't be me.

If you capture Qingyuan Gate one day, can you divide me with two spirit stones?

It's better to seize the opportunity in front of you to make a big profit, and then talk about it. The realm is high, maybe when I hit Qingyuanmen again, I will be able to catch more.

I don't know how long Dongyun Mountain fell apart, hundreds of sects were in chaos, and the concept of "holding the spirit stone in front of you" had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Someone sneered: "Where is Qingyuan Gate?" Haven't you seen a heller? You can see it in the direction of Qingyuan, I hope you survive. ”

The other person then smiled and said: "Qingyuanmen is too busy to take care of itself, whether it can pass the hurdle in front of it is two words, how can there be any Dongyun Alliance, continue to stay in the alliance, waiting for you big sects to exploit?" ”

The fat friar's face was depressed: "Stupid! Do you know how to go on like this......"

"Senior brother!" Before he finished speaking, a hurried voice came: "Senior brother! Oh no, the master was caught and has been sold to Qingyuanmen. ”

The fat friar was stunned.

"What should I do, senior brother?" The junior brother had tears on his face.

The fat monk's face turned pale and he looked at the disciples stationed in the Qingyuan Gate - this is not a Qingyuan Gate disciple, none of the Qingyuan Gate disciples came out, and they all shrank in the Qingyuan Gate.

This is dependent on those sects of Qingyuanmen, and they specialize in doing coolies for Qingyuanmen.

The disciple seemed to be sad for him, and his face was sad: "It can't be redeemed with spirit stones and yuan crystals, and Qingyuan Gate doesn't accept it, but it can be exchanged for two monks of the same realm." ”

"Division... Brother? ”

The fat monk's pale face turned even paler, and he gritted his teeth and said after a while: "You contact the seventh son, let them take the old and young in the door, and leave Dongyun Mountain immediately!" To the west, go to Yunmengze! ”

This Dongyun Mountain can't wait!

In the past two days, three or four families have packed up their things and moved to Yunmengze. Small sects have the benefits of small sects, and if you want to go, you can leave immediately.

"Then, what about you, senior brother?"

A few words popped out from between the fat monk's teeth: "I'll go arrest and change the master!" ”

He gritted his teeth and left, and if he didn't leave, he couldn't help but smash the station of Qingyuanmen, and then it would lead to the disaster of destroying the door.

Why doesn't Xuantianmen care?

He didn't believe that Xuantianmen couldn't deal with those prison ghosts, so why did he give Qingyuanmen a chance to weaken the Dongyun factions?

At this moment, on the nameless mountain of Xuantianmen, the master of the Foreign Affairs Hall slaughtered a hen with his own hands and was cooking soup in a casserole. Next to the stove, the fox bent over and arched his hands, and sweat droplets slipped down his sideburns.

Don't dare to move.

Take the charcoal fire in the stove, turn it to low heat, and simmer in a casserole. The hall master wiped his hands and looked back at Qiu Hu: "Don't be afraid, I just saw you report on Qingyuan's situation, and called you to ask, according to your opinion, how much bloodline does Qingyuan Dragon Turtle have?" ”

Qiu Hu's waist bent even more: "The disciple doesn't know how to check the bloodline of the divine beast, but judging from the performance of the dragon turtle, Yun Mengze and Qing Yuan's reflection, the disciple guesses that there should be at least five or six percent of the chance to turn into a pure-blooded dragon turtle." ”