() "Since you know who I am, why do you still make things difficult for me in every way?" Yan Jinqi's voice turned cold, he thought that the maid just didn't know his identity, but he didn't expect that she had been humiliating herself all along.

"One million taels, buy the location of the Rakshasa Hall. After a moment of silence, Yan Jinqi still breathed a sigh of relief. Since he is asking for help, he naturally can't be angry, and he opened a heart-warming bargaining chip.

A million just to buy an address looks a little stupid. But Yan Jinqi didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, the group of robbers in the Rakshasa Hall actually dared to lie to him, don't say one million, it is ten million, and he will also turn the Rakshasa Hall upside down.

What's more, Yan Jinyu is not dead yet, and the only person who can kill him is Rakshasa Hall!

"I said, you can't afford the news of the Rakshasa Hall. The maid was not moved in the slightest when she heard the astronomical figure of one million taels, but just pursed her lips and mocked Yan Jinyu's ignorance.

What kind of place is Tianji Pavilion, according to legend, the treasury of the Imperial City is not worth half of the tower of Tianji Pavilion, how can they care about this mere one million taels of silver.

"The news of Tianji Pavilion cannot be measured by money. Money can only buy news, but it can't buy the secrets of each sect, if you want to know the location of the Rakshasa Hall, it's very simple, the tenth floor of Tianji Pavilion, break in, you can know, if you can't break in. The maid smiled faintly, got up and brushed her sleeves away.

Generally, there is only one hidden meaning of this action, sending off guests! This is the domineering place of Tianji Pavilion, looking at the world, even the four major sects have to give him enough face.

The anger in Yan Jinqi's eyes was eager to burn the departing maidservant, she not only humiliated herself, but also put her dignity on the ground and ravaged it. As the prince of a country, when did he suffer such a grievance?

But he knows his own strength, let alone the tenth layer, even this first layer, he is afraid that he will not be able to pass.

Oh, it's not that I'm afraid, it's that I can't get over it.

Yan Jinqi sat on the golden silk nanmu chair for a long time, and then slowly straightened up, and all the maids around her withdrew.

If you can't afford the price, the people of Tianji Pavilion will not keep you.

"I don't believe that I can't find the residence of this group of shrunken turtles in the Rakshasa Hall except for the Heavenly Machine Pavilion!" he shouted indignantly, turning and walking out of the gate.

An old servant hurriedly opened the curtains for him, knelt on the ground and waited for him to get into the sedan chair.

An old beggar appeared in front of his carriage, standing quietly on crutches and waiting for them to leave.

"I said why is it so unlucky, it turned out that I met a plague god. Yan Jinqi looked at him and spat viciously at him. His eyes were full of anger, he couldn't vent his anger in the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, so he could only rely on bullying the weak to make himself comfortable.

The old beggar also knew each other, and did not argue with him, but his rickety body became more and more humble, and he let Yan Jinyu's insults and ridicule. It wasn't until the palatial carriage disappeared that he slowly raised his head and stepped forward, pushing open the door of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

The moment the rain creaked shut, it finally fell, ticking down on the street, crisp and pleasant, like a song of praise.

Salsa Sha, endless, deep and long.

"This guest officer, what news do you want to buy when you come to Tianji Pavilion?" The originally mean and rude maid saw the guest coming, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile, but she didn't look down on him because of her identity, and she was even more polite than just receiving Yan Jinqi.

Tianji Pavilion is a man who pays attention to strength, and the woman can see that this old man's cultivation is not shallow.

"I'm here to find a way to enter the Kunlun realm. The old man's eyes were hidden under his long eyebrows, like

I blinked. He didn't ask Tianji Pavilion if there was a way to enter the Kunlun Realm, because he knew that Tianji Pavilion knew everything.

"The secret you want to know is in the attic, and whether you can get it depends on your own creation. Knowing his intention, the maidservant's voice turned cold.

She waved her hand, and the quaint and heavy stone steps rose and fell in front of him out of thin air, turning into a moat with no end in sight.

They rose from the ground, looking unusually solid without a foundation, and an ethereal door stood on a high step. The reason why it is said to be ethereal is because it is as unrealistic as a mirror, as if it will never come to an end.

"How many floors do I need to break through?" the old man asked in a deep voice, as if in thought, looking up at the moat high above.

"Eighth floor. The maid smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth, polite.

She didn't think that she had said a number that was within reach. The eighth floor, what an unreachable place, if you are not an immortal cultivator in this Tianji Pavilion, I am afraid it will be difficult to move an inch, let alone an eight-story attic.

"Eight floors?" the old man said softly, and the thick hairs on his body unexpectedly rose up automatically without wind, like catkins in the wind, flying by themselves.

The two long eyebrows also opened to the sides, revealing his round eyes, which could only make the smiling maid see two words.

Ascending to the sky, Tianji Pavilion actually has another name, Ascending Heaven Pavilion, but the real heaven is after the tenth layer.

"Even if it's the twelfth floor, I have to break in, it's still waiting for me. For a moment, the old man seemed to have changed his momentum. The crutches he held in his hand seemed to grow two feet longer and thicker with his straight waist, and he had changed from a dying old patient to an invincible god of war!

The eyebrows and eyes were tactful, and the true qi on his body was surging. Back then, there was a lot of trouble in the Heavenly Palace, wearing a purple and gold crown, wearing chain mail, and holding a ruyi golden hoop stick, and the majestic Monkey King was afraid that it was just like this.

"Please. The maidservant waved at him with a smile, like a fairy serving the gods in the heavenly court.

It was just her voice, and the old man could only hear it, because his figure had turned into a dark golden light and rushed up to the pavilion like a monkey.

Kicked open the door to the first floor.

"Plop" sound.

A sleek thing rolled to the ground, white like a steamed bun that beggars often nibble.

It's really a steamed bun. The old man, who was originally in high spirits, was stunned, looking at the steamed buns rolling to his feet in front of him, his fine eyes were full of confusion, why were there steamed buns on the machine pavilion this day.

"I'm sorry, my lunch is rolling to you, can you pick it up for me?" a weak voice came from the small space.

There was nothing in the room, no chairs, no tables, except the floor, but a back room and a high door.

The old man looked fixedly, and it was a young man with a depressed expression, and he was sitting on the ground without seeing him at first glance. At this moment, the young man seemed to be frightened by himself, and looked at himself with his eyes wide open.

Well, he wasn't intimidated, just his eyes widened and he slowly yawned. He didn't dislike the old beggar for being dirty, and even asked him to help pick up the steamed buns he wanted to eat.

"Are you going to break into the pavilion?" Seeing that the old man was in place, he didn't mean to help him pick up the steamed buns, so he had to come over by himself, bend down and pick up the steamed buns that had rolled around on the ground, pretend to blow away the dust on them with his mouth, and then took a big bite.

"Hmm. The old man's brows furrowed slightly, thinking that it might be opened by himself

It's not quite right, will it be this kind of retardation that guards the cabinet?

"Then wait until I'm done with this...... Woohoo, woohoo. The young man muttered as he gulped down the snow-white steamed bun.

It's just that the second half of his words are hidden in whimpering.

"What?" the old man's eyebrows twisted again, if it was normal, I am afraid that no one would want to pay attention to such a fool, right?

"I said, wait until I'm done eating this steamed bun. The young man swallowed hard, and finally swallowed the steamed bun into his throat.

"Haven't you finished eating?" the old man's gaze seemed to be looking at a nerd.

"yes, I think I've finished eating. The young man said seriously, and did not forget to lick the residual milk fragrance on his fingers, with an aftertaste on his face.

"Steamed buns with pickles, the emperor doesn't change them. He licked his fingers clean and didn't forget to shout, as if he didn't notice anyone around him.

"Are you a pavilion keeper!" the old man forced the anger in his heart, and tapped the cane in his hand on the ground, forcing himself to speak to him calmly.

"Pavilion keeper, I'm not!" the young man glared at him, and as he said he had taken two steps and was about to run to the back room, but he had just asked the old man if he wanted to break into the pavilion.

A wooden staff stabbed from behind him, and the young man quickly turned over to dodge, only to see that the old man's crutches had been thrust into the floor beside him, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the crutches that were deep in the ground.

If you get stabbed, you'll be crippled if you don't die now, right?

But strange to say, the place where the crutch was inserted was only a wooden plank sunken in, and there was no fault, and the wooden board did not crack.

The old man couldn't bear it anymore, so he projected the crutches in his hand. He naturally came to the pavilion for something very important, not to laugh with this young man.

"There's something to say, there's something to say, don't be so grumpy!" the young man hurriedly pulled his cane out of the ground, and the floor was restored to its original state.

He respectfully took the cane and handed it back to the old man, with a smiling face.

"Your Excellency is going to break into the Pavilion, right?"

"Nonsense, I'll ask you, is it you the pavilion keeper?" the old man took the cane with a fierce expression.

"yes, it's just my first time, so I don't have much experience. The young man's voice was lowered.

"What first, what experience?" the old man's face finally showed impatience.

"Is it a fight or something, give a good time. ”

Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, the young man dragged his chin and thought for a while, "That's it, you show your momentum first, I'll see." ”

The old man was also not polite, a dark golden true qi flashed all over his body, he turned out to be an immortal cultivator, and his strength was very strong!

"Golden Immortal!" the young man couldn't help but shout, he was a new disciple of the Tianji Pavilion, and he had only been in the Tianji Pavilion for a month, and he was sent to guard the pavilion.

He has ten yuan infant strength, and a hundred of them are not enough for him to fight.

"Jin Xian! The young man just finished shouting the two words, and hurriedly added another sentence, no matter how he said that he was also fighting on behalf of Tianji Pavilion, how could he defeat the prestige.

"It's just a little golden immortal, and it's not worth my shot. The young man listened and tried to look taller.

The old man became more and more confused, the young man in front of him didn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, but he could say such arrogant words, plus Tianji Pavilion was originally a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, he didn't dare to act rashly.