When Liu San'er looked at Du Quanzhi again, Du Quanzhi no longer looked at him and no longer wrote on him.

Pei Xinmei looked at everyone: "The seats here are not counting Miss Hu Ling's, they are eleven seats, do you know what the reason is?"

What kind of problem is this, it is clearly to attract people's attention, how many seats are not up to your Xiangquan class, and it is not up to you, the deputy class leader in the later stage of foundation building, to have the final say. Ask us what we are! Most of them thought so in their hearts, but no one said it explicitly, and they all pondered and were silent.

Guang Chengzi laughed, "In my opinion, a beautiful and intelligent woman is like a cloud in the sky, and her thoughts are like birds and fishes, and her imagination is free, how can a rude man like me understand? ”

"Cough!" A light cough sounded, and a familiar voice sounded faintly: "Men all over the world understand women's minds like Guangchengzi Daoyou, which is the greatest blessing for women!"

With everyone's eyes, a woman in a blue suit stood outside the hall, and the cultivation of the ninth layer of Qi practice almost became a decoration on her body, and all people cared about was her detached eyes, frowning eyebrows, smiling and smiling lips, and resentful voice.

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, and they all knew that it was Hu Ling, the western building student in the Twelve Beauties, and Hu Ling from the building outside the building.

Why was it so unbearable to be said to be so unbearable when he arrived at Du Quanzhi? Thinking of this, Liu San'er glanced at Du Quanzhi unconsciously.

Du Quanzhi didn't move at all, didn't look at Hu Ling, but also ignored Liu San'er's questioning gaze.

Pei Xin hugged Hu Ling's fragrant shoulder, "Why did the girl come out so early." ”

Hu Ling nodded to Pei Xin, showing his respect for a senior, and then to Guangchengzi Yingying, and then looked at Mao Zhengen with a slight smile, and said: "I have been selected as one of the twelve beauties since I volunteered, just to see the great people in this world. ”

Mao Zhengen gave up his hand from afar: "In the lower body, he is a proton, and he really can't be called a good person!"

Hu Ling smiled lightly, "I was born to only like to play the piano and write texts, and I am really tired of fighting and killing among monks. Others think that the great people are all cultivation geniuses and peerless people. And for me, the good people mean something else. ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Mao Zhengen was a little surprised, but the rest of the people were also like this.

That Xue Xiao's mouth moved a few times, but he didn't speak after all.

Even the five monks squinted their eyes, as if they wanted to hear what was going on.

Hu Lingdao: "I heard that although Mao Gongzi is not good at cultivation because of his qualifications, he has made great achievements in pharmaceutical alchemy. Two years ago, he even refined the happy fairy powder that claimed to be able to eliminate the troubles of the world. Whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, they are all extremely happy when they take it. Some fellow practitioners have even broken through the bottleneck and gone further in their cultivation. So naturally worthy of the title of a good person. ”

"The girl is in love!" Mao Zhengen smiled, smiling a little weirdly. Tang Jie beside him also smiled, equally weird and inexplicable.

It's that Xue Xiaoxiao is normal, and he looks proud.

And the expressions of the rest of the cultivators all changed slightly, and Liu San'er was no exception.

Happy Immortals have been scattered among the low-level cultivators and mortal nobles of the Nine Lands Continent for a while, but they have always only seen medicines, and no one knows where they came out, let alone who the inventor of the medicine is.

Now that Hu Ling said something that broke the sky, Mao Zhengen actually admitted it, and thought of the words that Du Quanzhi had just written that Mao Zhengen was fishing, Liu San'er immediately had some opinions about the situation tonight.

Although the Happy Immortal Powder can make people and cultivators feel drunk, dreamy, and ethereal happiness for a few hours after taking it, and even break through the bottleneck of cultivation for a while, the side effects are also very serious.

Mortals who take it once will become addictive, and they need to take it a second time in three or two days, otherwise the pain will be unbearable, like torture.

Although the system of cultivators is special, the medicines used for the happy immortals of cultivators are also elixirs, so they can also make cultivators who practice qi and build a foundation addicted after three or two times.

Because cultivators have senses that are different from those of mortals, they have a clearer perception of suffering and a stronger sense of dependence.

The price of Happy Immortal Powder is remarkable, and the official price among mortals is one hundred taels and one yuan, but the price is often coaxed by people with intentions, and it generally takes nearly two hundred taels to buy a penny, but it is only enough to be used for a few days.

One bottle of fifty pieces of first-order medium grade taken by a cultivator can only be taken once, and if you take it regularly, your body will develop an anti-drug instinct, and you can get two or even three bottles at a time.

Although this kind of thing has a certain chance to help the monk break through the bottleneck, it will consume a large number of spirit stones for a long time, not only will there be no gain in cultivation, but the body will also be greatly damaged, and it is common for him to be weak and weak all day long. Cultivators can last for decades, mortals for more than ten years, and the final result can only be destruction.

This is only on a personal level, if you put it in the whole spiritual world and the mundane world. Not all those who take the Happy Immortal Scatter can always afford to pay for spirit stones or gold and silver. But addiction is difficult to get rid of, and many people will take risks and unscrupulously get spirit stones or gold and silver. Then the unsettling factors in the cultivation realm and the mundane world will increase.

For those in the Tower of Power, this is not something they want to see, especially if they have no interest in it. Then either ruin the interests of the other party, or cooperate with the other party to share the interests equally.

Tonight's game, no matter how you look at it, looks like a game between the two sides. On one side is the high-level descendant of the Ghost Robe Brotherhood, Mao Zhengen, who has mastered the method of refining the Happy Immortals. One side is Guangchengzi, the representative of the Dustless Sect. The two sides seem to have reached a consensus and there is a possibility that the interests will be shared equally.

Lu Gu of Shenhua Gate looked like a passerby.

Happy immortals are scattered in the territory of Buddhism, and the five monks may have ulterior motives.

Mei Gongzi Ye Feng doesn't know the origin, but he shouldn't be an outsider.

Hu Ling is definitely here for Mao Zhengen. But she is a weak person, and there is definitely someone behind her, are there five monks?

The more I thought about it, the more I had a headache, but in the whole game, it seemed that there were only two fools, myself and Du Quanzhi, plus one Lu Gu.

Poor Liu San'er, a low-level cultivator who practiced qi at the fourth level, was sandwiched in a circle of cultivators who were almost all in the late stage of qi cultivation, and if he didn't get it right, he would have to be buried with him.

"Hehe..."Hu Ling said again: "Mao Gongzi is an amazing talent, I didn't expect to be so humble, the little woman worships!"

"Hey, hey... Now is not the time to pay respects, and it is not too late to worship when the girl becomes the guest of the curtain!" Xue Xiaowei laughed, and the last "worship" deliberately accentuated his voice, obviously referring to something else.

Most of the people in the court were veterans of the party, and their expressions were different for a while, and even the five monks were slightly moved.

Liu San'er frowned, and said in his heart that this person named Xue Xiao is really bold, and he can still say this kind of thing in front of so many colleagues, and he can be regarded as a character.

Looking at Ye Feng, a beautiful boy dressed as a man, he thought that he had to show some shyness, but when he looked closely, he found that people were just smiling, but he didn't see any shyness.

it, another character!

Instead, Hu Ling smiled shyly and pretended to be angry: "Xue Daoyou, if you say this again, the concubine will have to turn around and leave!"

"Hey, hey... It's all the fault of the bottom, it's all the fault of the bottom! After a while, when the wine comes, you should punish yourself with three glasses!" Xue Xiao hurriedly showed a sincere attitude of admitting his mistakes. But his eyes were not honest, constantly scanning back and forth at several important eye-catching places on Hu Ling's body.

"Three cups is not enough, at least six!" Hu Ling was unyielding.

"Okay, six cups is six cups, you can say as much as you want..."

"Ahem..."Mao Zhengen coughed suddenly.

Xue Xiao's words weren't finished yet, but he immediately shut up. He should still be quite afraid of this master's family.

Hu Ling took the opportunity to look at Mao Zhengen, blessed him, and said, "Mao Gongzi has a dry mouth?

Mao Zhengen didn't talk, but looked at Guang Chengzi opposite, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Whatever the guest wants!" Guang Chengzi took a sip of tea and said leisurely.

Hu Ling's eyes flickered for a moment, then he turned around and slowly walked to the main seat and sat down, and said: "Tonight's third round of competition should be a wine order, but you are all literary talents that have not been met in a century, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser in a few lines of poetry, and it will inevitably hurt the harmony between Taoist friends, so it is better to leave it at that." Changed to a song of I stroked the qin, by Pei Xin's sister to each of you three dice, before the sound of the piano stopped, you all have a chance to roll the dice, but only once, and not with the help of mana, the big point wins, the same number of leopards is big. If there is no winner in the first game, then the little girl is willing to play another song until the result is reached. ”

"In the end, the little girl will keep her promise and sacrifice her dirty body to sleep for one night, I wonder if you have any opinions?"

This is a good idea, except for Liu San'er, who are sitting in the hall, are all outstanding literary and talented, if you really use the wine order to decide the winner, I am afraid that there will be no result at dawn or even dawn, even if there is any result, I am afraid that some people will not be convinced, and even use the strength of alcohol to play drunk. Throwing the dice is much simpler, and it is easier to decide the winner than luck.

No one thinks they're less lucky than anyone else, so no one disagrees with this quick and concise comparison.

Seeing that everyone did not object, Pei Xin began to distribute dice table by table In order to show notarization, he didn't even give the dice bucket, so he let the dice fall on the table so that others could supervise them.

Although Pei Xin was a monk in the late stage of foundation building, he could be regarded as the highest cultivator in the hall, but he knew that most of the people in the court had backgrounds, and none of them could be offended by his small Xiangquan class deputy master. Therefore, in the distribution of dice, she did not show a little as a high-level existence, and even in front of Liu San'er and Du Quanzhi, she lowered her eyebrows and was pleasing to the eyes, which made Liu San'er very uncomfortable. was adjusting his thoughts, thinking about how to get a small point to get out for a while, and his body was touched by Du Quanzhi again, and wrote: Pei Xin asked the two of us to protect ourselves, don't blame him if he dies!

Liu San'er's face remained unchanged, but he was suspicious in his heart, and his right hand had slowly touched the storage bag.

How did this tasting become a killing game?

Pei Xin, this woman, has a foundation building stage of cultivation, if she wants to kill Mao Zhengen if she goes out, who can control it now?

Why did you just let the two of us into the third round, it's going to hurt people. In an instant, he stripped Pei Xin naked and played with several postures in his heart, but he still didn't understand his hatred.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and several Qi Practitioner guests came in with wine jars and wine utensils and placed them on each table.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a black robe covered by a black robe slipped in the later stage of the foundation building silently, and the standard ghost-faced robe brother would dress up, like a fake change.

After the black-robed man came in, he hid in the dark, and gradually lost his breath, and if he didn't look at it, he couldn't feel it at all.

At this time, all the monks in the court set their eyes on Mao Zhengen.

Mao Zhengen's face was as usual, and he explained leisurely: "In the next far away dustless sect to study, the cultivation is unbearable. It was the family who specially arranged a senior to escort him. Rest assured, this senior never talks much, so he won't ruin our interest!"

Guang Chengzi said: "Since it is an escort, with the status of Daoyou in the robe brother association, when there is Jin Dan, and even Yuanying seniors are together, how can it ......?"

Guang Chengzi's question is actually the question of most people in the hall.

Mao Zhengen smiled and explained: "Before I went out, my ancestor said that the Dustless Sect was the leader of the fourth-level sect, and I would definitely benefit a lot from going there to study. As for the dangers I might encounter on the road, he gave me a jade to wear on my body. As long as the cultivation is higher than mine, he can immediately sense it, and quickly rush to it in person. At the same time, the jade pendant can block several mana attacks from people who have cultivated to the higher self for me. As for cultivating to be equal to or lower than mine, the ancestor said that if I can't even resist an opponent of this level, he won't tolerate it if he dies. ”

When the monks heard this, they suddenly came to their senses, and they all praised it, and several monks also expressed some opinions.

Mao Zhengen responded modestly, but he didn't mean to take out the jade pendant to show it.

Liu San'er said in his heart, no wonder he is so fearless! It turns out that that kind of treasure is in his body. As a high-level descendant of the Pao Brothers' Association, Mao Zhengen's strength and magic weapons are at the top of the same level, and he is not afraid of the challenges of the same level or the lower level. Sure enough, it was so cool under the big tree, and for a while I was envious and jealous.

At this time, Hu Ling raised his glass and said: "Although the wine order is no longer enforced, the wine still has to be drunk, and the little woman will do it first as a respect!"

All cultivators raised their glasses, and monks were no exception.

Liu San'er drank it all, but he couldn't taste anything, grabbed the three dice and waited for the piano to start, thinking that it was best to have three points, so that he could leave here justifiably.

Others also grabbed the dice, but their thoughts are unknown.

After Hu Ling saluted the cultivators, he sat upright, looking at the piano platform, slowly brewing.

For!

I saw Hu Ling's snow-white and slender fingertips pressing on the seven strings, and then backhanding, like a few butterflies flying on the strings, a refreshing note broke through the air, and she seemed to have a kind of indifference to everything around her, but she seemed to be so immersed in something in the piano that she was no longer interested in everything......

Liu San'er couldn't wait to be the first to throw the dice on the table, and there was a loud sound, but he could suppress the sound of Miaomeiqin.

Three, four, five, twelve o'clock!

Everyone looked at each other with different expressions.

, don't mess with me like this, what do I want for one, one, one, three? Liu San'er scolded in his heart.

When Du Quanzhi saw it, he couldn't help but laugh, and he also grabbed the dice and threw them away.

Two, three, six, eleven o'clock!

Although it is also bigger, it is at least smaller than Liu San'er, so I can't help but be a little proud. The two of them are now not comparing who is bigger, but who is smaller.

A string of piano sounds like flowing water, the rhythm is rapid and slow, fast and slow, and each rhythm has an unfinished aftertaste, which makes people itch and can't stop, and they can't wait to raise their hands and sing wildly to relax their chests......

Mei Gongzi Ye Feng threw the dice, four, four, four, twelve o'clock. It's actually a leopard. Although the points are the same as Liu San'er, the leopard is obviously bigger, and she has a smug look on her face.

Shenhua Gate Lu Gu threw out next, three, four, six, thirteen o'clock, and his face was as usual.

Finally there is someone bigger than himself, Liu San'er finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of the piano is dim, if there is nothing, the high tip is light, the low and dumb place is tactful, teaching people to look forward to it wholeheartedly, to taste, to experience the empty mountain bird language behind the note, the sound of the water......

The young monk Jueyuan, dressed in a white robe, threw dice, one, two, two, five points small.

Jueyuan's face suddenly turned ugly.

The heavy red robe monk Zhiming rolls the dice, one, five, five, eleven o'clock.

Zhiming's expression was natural.

No matter how urgent the sound of the piano is, it is like a storm breaking the shore, the waves are rising, the wind and clouds are surging between heaven and earth, the mist is on the other side, and the wind and thunder are implied, like thousands of tides hitting the face, never stopping......

The yellow robe, the monk Save Cun, rolls dice, two, six, six, fourteen o'clock.

Save saw everyone's eyes, and couldn't help but blush slightly.

The black and gold robe monk Yun Song rolls the dice, three, six, six, fifteen o'clock old.

The monk laughed.

The piano is gentle, the atmosphere is soft, as if the night sky is suddenly clear again, the wind and clouds, the stars change, scattered without a trace, and the stars and moon are coming in the vast night sky that is gradually darkening......

Guangchengzi rolls the dice, five, five, five, fifteen leopards, the biggest in the field at present!

Guang Chengzi smiled, not caring about the eyes cast by the monks, but looking at the ascetic monk Yuanzhen who had not yet rolled the dice, with a provocative look.

Yuan Zhen showed that he was confident, and threw the dice casually, and he was actually a fifteen-point leopard of five, five, five.

The piano was plucked up again, and suddenly everything fell silent......

But seeing Mao Zhengen holding the dice and hesitating, under everyone's gaze. He let go of his hand and let the dice fall.

"Zheng" sounded, and the tail chord broke, reflecting the lights and reflecting thousands of brilliant colors, like a meteor drawing a brilliant arc of light in the sky......

People are quiet.

Disturbed.

Tone stop.

Sudden killing!

The broken string was as straight as an arrow, shooting at Mao Zhengen, who was squinting at the points.

At the same time, Pei Xin's body suddenly rushed out, blocking the way for the black-clothed Zhuji of the robe brothers.

The white robe of the young monk Jueyuan soared out and wrapped around Guangchengzi on the left.

A wooden fish flew out of Monk Zhiming's body, hovering in the air, and the sound of "empty and empty" disturbed people's minds.

The old monk Save threw out a golden bowl and smashed it at Xue Xiao with an amazing spiritual pressure.

Monk Yunsong split a string of Buddhist beads, roaring sharply and taking Guangchengzi.

The ascetic Yuan Zhen directly grabbed the dice on the table and threw them at Mao Zhengen, Tang Jie, and Xue Xiao.

Lu Gu had an extra bronze oil lamp in his hand, and two soybean-sized flames flew out from it, attacking Ye Feng, the beautiful son on the left, and Du Quanzhi on the right.

A layer of cyan aura was born around the beautiful young son Ye Feng, and he launched a punch and smashed it towards Lu Gu.

Du Quanzhi sacrificed a one-foot-long scroll to protect himself.

Mao Zhengen leisurely sacrificed five purple fire knives and took the five monks directly.

Tang Jie sacrificed an earth-colored crystal shield, intending to protect all three of them.

Xue Xiao shook his hands, each carrying a long sword, not attacking others, but stabbing Liu San'er obliquely.

Guang Chengzi moved with both hands at the same time, a golden silk mesh and a golden flying sword flew out quickly, the wire mesh covered Hu Ling, and the flying sword slashed towards Jueyuan.

Liu San'er folded the fan with his left hand to defend himself, and the wooden sword in his right hand took Xue Xiao, who was about to take his life, since he couldn't escape, he had to fight hard.