The scene in front of him happened too suddenly, and everyone didn't react for a while, Chen Youjin's right hand even froze in the air, looking at the white-clothed young man who was close at hand in a daze, and forgot to withdraw his arm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Yi'an, who was the farthest away, was slightly stunned and immediately reacted, and his eyes fell on the young man in white.

In his opinion, the other party's appearance was clearly because he had heard the conversation in the corridor outside in the house before, so he couldn't hold back and took the initiative to go out to find an explanation.

The divine sense swept over the other party's body, but it was like a cloud and mist shrouded in general and he couldn't see the details, Feng Yi'an frowned slightly, but he was a little surprised in his heart, he himself was a monk of the tenth layer of qi refining, and he couldn't even see the details clearly, could it be that he couldn't be the twelfth layer of qi refining?

But the next moment, Feng Yi'an put this thought aside indifferently, as a rotating disciple of the Yuqing Sect, he was completely sideways in this Linchuanfang City, except for those seniors who rarely saw it, even if it was the shopkeeper of a big store, he didn't dare to offend himself easily, how could he be afraid of such a young monk.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the young man in white and said in a deep voice: "It seems that you have basically heard what we said just now, so there is no need for me to say anything." Dingzi No. 3 has been leased by you for two months, in my opinion, any bottleneck should be broken, why don't you let it out?"

The young man in white smiled dumbly, and said gently: "This fellow Daoist is also ridiculous to speak, when did the Shattered Moon Building also stipulate the maximum time for renting a secret room, as long as there are enough spirit stones in Xia, what does it matter if you keep living, why do you have to let it out just based on your Excellency's words?"

Hearing this, the thin young man on the side couldn't help but sneer, and then sneered: "This fellow Daoist, Chu Mou advises you, you have to give in when you should give in, don't rely on your own cultivation, just be presumptuous here, and don't look at the person standing in front of you, what kind of person he is." ”

Feng Yi'an laughed, obviously greatly satisfied his vanity by this sentence, squinted at the young man in white, but saw that he still had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to have any reaction to these words, his face couldn't help but be a little unbearable, and immediately slapped the storage bag without saying a word, and took out a palm-sized token from it.

The token is pale cyan, with a small sword drawn in the middle, surrounded by several cyan auspicious clouds, and two seal characters are engraved on the edge, which is emitting a faint spiritual light, and it can be faintly recognized as the word "Yuqing".

"How, these two words, you know them after all, don't toast and don't eat and drink, if you know each other, just let this secret room out, if you still want to rent it," Feng Yi'an sneered, glanced at Liu Zixun on the side, and asked lightly, "Is there still an empty fire attribute?"

"Yes...... There is another room, T-shaped room No. 1, but ......" Liu Zixun didn't dare to get involved in the dispute between such two big patrons at all, wiped his cold sweat when he heard the words, and as soon as he started, he was blocked back by Feng Yi'an's big hand, and Feng Yi'an turned his head to stare at the young man in white, and said with a smile:

"Very good, since there is still a vacant room, then how about you change to that side, this vacant room, as a rotating disciple of the Yuqing Sect in this Fang City, I will laugh at it, I guess you don't have any opinions, right?"

However, to his surprise, the face of the young man in white at this moment became a little strange.

First looked Feng Yi'an's fat body up and down, then his eyes stayed on the pale cyan token, and finally touched his chin with a smile on his face, and said, "You are actually a disciple of the Yuqing Sect?"

These words fell on Feng Yi'an's ears, but it was as if his identity had been questioned, he snorted coldly and raised the token in his hand, "What, what I said is false, this token is still fake, do you want me to invite Uncle Sun, who is guarding this place, to prove it to you in person?"

The young man in white smiled, as if he remembered something, and patted the storage bag lightly, and in the next moment, he saw a flash of white light in his hand, and a pale cyan token also appeared, on which the small sword Xiangyun Yuqing seal was engraved, which was exactly the same as the one in Feng Yi'an's hand.

"This ......"

As soon as the token came out, everyone's eyes were almost round at the same time, Feng Yi'an was even more speechless for a long time with his mouth open, originally he subconsciously thought that this was a forgery, but when he saw the style and material of the token, as well as the faint aura emanating from the word Yuqing, where could he not recognize it, this is clearly the genuine Yuqing Sect rotating disciple token?

Swallowing his saliva, he suddenly felt that he was afraid that the water had washed the Dragon King Temple, after all, although he knew all the fellow disciples who stayed in Fang City at the moment, but at the end of this year, it was the time for the replacement of disciples on duty.

In this way, the tiger skin of his own Yuqing Sect will not be able to pull it up, the other party is not only a subordinate of the Yuqing Sect, but also his cultivation is higher than himself, and he doesn't want to grudge with this person for no reason.

Thinking of this, Feng Yi'an's fat accumulation face suddenly squeezed out a smile, and he looked up to the sky and snorted, half apologizing and half tentatively: "I didn't expect to meet the same door here, it's really a coincidence, Feng Yi'an, who is in Xiaqingyun Peak, I don't know which peak in the sect is the senior brother in person?"

"Senior brother?"

The white-clothed young man's delicate face had a strange look on his face, he looked at Feng Yi'an with a smile, and said softly, "In the south below, it is indeed a monk of the Yuqing Sect, born in Chiyan Peak, but the title of senior brother...... It's better to change it. ”

As soon as the words fell, an extremely strong spiritual pressure suddenly burst out from the body of the white-clothed young man without the slightest concealment, and the sense of oppression like an abyss came to his face in an instant, Feng Yi'an was caught off guard, and retreated a few steps in a row before he stood firm, while the rest of the people were far inferior in cultivation, and they were even more embarrassed than one by one, Chen Youjin, who had the lowest realm, and even one of them was almost paralyzed on the ground.

After seeing this scene, the young man in white smiled slightly, his robe trembled slightly, and the amazing momentum surrounding him suddenly dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and after this sense of oppression was missing, everyone barely regained their normal color, but then looked at the young man in white, but his eyes were already full of awe.

"Foundation Monk ......"

Feng Yi'an felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart, looked at the other party cautiously, and saw that he didn't seem to be angry, so he dared to take a deep breath and stepped forward, bowed deeply to the young man in white, and said respectfully:

"Disciple Qingyun Peak Fang Nan, meet Uncle Fang. ”