Chang Yu nibbled on big steamed buns, drank gruel, and squinted her eyes to look up and down at the three bewitching women among the men and women. It can be seen from Chang Yu's eyes that these three women are no longer perfect, not only that, but they also have a romantic charm at the corners of their eyes and eyebrows, and they seem to have practiced some exercises that are 'fated' with him.

It's just that, in Chang Yu's opinion, these three women's methods are too shallow. No matter how evil and domineering the essence of the exercises is, the skin must be solemn, and then the true highest state has been reached!

"Three little sāo foxes, but it's not bad to use them to heal their wounds!" Chang Yu licked her lips and muttered in a low voice: "For the two teachers, you are the apprentice." ”

The blood madman nibbled on the big steamed bun, and gently touched Chang Yu with his elbow: "Master, as far as our master and apprentice look like now, killing chickens is a problem, where is the strength to arrest people?"

Chang Yu pondered for a moment, and he and the blood madman turned their heads to look at Beqi at the same time.

Don't beg to carry the storage bag, and poured out a small pile of low-grade spirit stones from it. He counted one hundred and fifty ten, and sure enough, it was a hundred low-grade spirit stones. But the size of this spirit stone is too small, and it can be regarded as a low-grade spirit stone in terms of quality, but have you ever seen a low-grade spirit stone that is only the size of a jujube core?

The standard low-grade spirit stone, that is, the size of an adult's fist, the volume and weight and the aura contained in it have certain specifications, this is the low-grade spirit stone. The sum of these 100 low-grade spirit stones the size of jujube kernels is probably the standard of one?

This storage bag is supposed to be worth a little money, but have you ever seen a storage bag that is actually the size of a fist, and the space inside is only the size of a human head? What can this storage bag hold? When it is sold on the market, this storage bag is probably worth thirty or fifty taels of silver?

With a dry laugh, Beg carefully twisted up a low-grade spirit stone with his thumb and forefinger, and smiled at the men and women: "How many ...... Daoyou ...... Predecessor...... Immortal Chief, this is a lower-grade spirit stone? Wow, what a low-grade spirit stone! Poor greedy wolf, it's the first time in my life that I've seen a lower-grade spirit stone that has been polished so meticulously! It can be set in a ring as a gem!"

Beggar's words were very bad, and several men and women were dumbfounded and didn't hear the mockery in his words. The man who threw out the storage bag just now put his hands behind his back arrogantly and said in a cold voice: "One hundred lower-grade spirit stones, one is not a lot, of course, it is impossible to have one more." We and Ancheng Min's family circled the nearby land with a length of 300 miles and a width to build a summer garden, and this valley belongs to us!"

After checking the 100 lower-grade spirit stones, Bei Qi grabbed the steamed bun and took two bites, then rolled his eyes and shouted loudly: "Old monk of Tibetan Heart, someone is robbing your territory! People use 100 lower-grade spirit stones to rob the Tibetan Heart Zen Temple!"

"his grandma, who dares to touch our Tibetan Heart Meditation Academy?" A thunderous roar came, and the footsteps that shook the mountain stomped loudly, the ground trembled slightly, and the fat monk in the room widened his eyes, and angrily picked up a knife to cut grass and rushed out of the mountain gate.

Standing panting at the gate of the mountain, the fat monk roared angrily: "The monk Qitian, the protector of the Tibetan Heart Zen Academy, is here, who dares to be presumptuous?"

A silver bell-like laugh came out of the mouths of the three women, among whom the woman in the green sè dress pointed casually and laughed in a low voice: "What a strong monk, I don't know if the silver wax gun head is useless?" Immediately afterwards, his monk's robe suddenly cracked open more than a dozen big cracks, the breeze blew, the monk's robe fell, and the monk Qitian exposed his snow-white skin and flesh like silver, and stood in place dumbfounded.

The three women laughed loudly, and the other four men also laughed in unison, they leaned forward and backwards with laughter, and the young man who threw the storage bag to Beg narrowed a pair of eyes, crooked his mouth and smiled at the woman in the green dress: "Little sister's magical power has grown again, and the eldest brother can't see how you made your move!"

The other three men were busy slapping the green-dressed girl on the whiskers, blowing her spell for half a day.

Bei Qi and Chang Yu glanced at each other, and Bei Qi casually put the hundred low-grade spirit stones into the storage bag on his waist. The low-grade spirit stone that has been polished so skillfully is really a rare thing, and a monk with a similar status can't pull off his face to fool people with this kind of thing. and the Ancheng Min family, looking at their style of acting, is it not a miser family?

The seven men and women in front of them, except for the man who led the team and the girl in the green skirt who had just condensed the golden pill, the others were still lingering in the innate realm. The cloud they stepped on when they came was a cloud head that relied on magic weapons to transform, not a real cloud condensed by their own strength. This finger of the girl in the green skirt, in the eyes of Beqi and Chang Yu, is just like that, there is no fuss.

Monk Qitian looked down at his fat belly blankly, and suddenly let out a strange scream, dropped the guillotine and turned around and ran. However, his pants tied his feet, and as soon as he turned around and took a step, he slammed into the ground with a 'dang'. The Qitian monk was violently tumbling and shaking, and the gate of the Tibetan Heart Meditation Monastery shook with a bang, and the miscellaneous wood plaque on the gate shook, and suddenly fell off the gate with a large amount of dust, and it was smashing on the back of the head of the Qitian monk.

'Uh, uh', Monk Qitian fainted with foaming at the mouth.

Beqi and Chang Yu glanced at each other again, and the two of them cautiously retreated to the statue of the Dharma Protector King Kong on the left side of the mountain gate with blood madness, holding steamed buns in one hand, holding porridge bowls in one mouthful, and stuffing food into their stomachs in large gulps.

Chang Yu sighed in a low voice: "Trouble, this king is now broken in his meridians, so he can only rely on these worldly things to replenish his physical strength, and absorb some rì moon jīng hua to heal his wounds and return qi every meridian hour." Hey, these monks have been driven away, where can this king eat and drink for nothing?"

Bei Qi stretched his neck and swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns, he glanced at Chang Yu and scolded in a low voice: "Don't want to eat white food at my place." I was almost beaten to death by someone, and I didn't have a single one in my cultivation, tsk, this is not easy to deal with with the Ancheng Min family. These monks will definitely be driven away, you master and apprentice will fend for themselves!"

Bei Qi would not tell Chang Yu that he had eighteen demon immortal-level demon god puppets on his body, nor would he tell him that his Dragon Transformation Sutra had been cultivated to the level of the thirty-six changes of the Heavenly Dragon, and his physical strength was enough to confront ordinary Heavenly Immortals, let alone that there were 10,000 Longbo people in his Soul Cultivation Ring who had almost broken through the Yuanying realm.

Since he wouldn't tell Chang Yu about these things, then Bei Qi would definitely not tell him that there were a lot of elixirs in his Black Dragon Spirit Ring. Uh, why do you want to tell Chang Yu about these things? Unless Chang Yu swears to be the younger brother of Don't Beg, why should Beg help him?

"My Buddha is merciful, good, good, a few donors, didn't they come to my Tibetan Heart Meditation Monastery to rejoice?"

A Buddha horn sounded, the little monk who guarded the heart carried a big steamed bun in his left hand, held a porridge bowl in his right hand, and walked out of the Zen courtyard with two cheeks bulging. He glanced at the Qitian monk who was stunned by the wooden plaque in surprise, and his face sank suddenly. Put the porridge bowl and steamed buns on the threshold, the little monk walked to the side of the monk Qitian, reached out and grabbed the miscellaneous wooden plaque, a cloud rose under his feet, and flew to the lintel with him, and hung the plaque upright.

Putting away the clouds and falling to the ground, the little monk walked down the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, and saluted the men and women of the Min family: "Could it be that what the greedy wolf Taoist just said is true?

Footsteps sounded behind him, and the old monk of Tibetan Heart swayed with a big steamed bun, followed by a few fat and strong hounds, and walked out all the way. The old monk looked at the unconscious monk Qitian who was lying on the ground naked, and sighed faintly: "When I meditate, I am always frightened, I only know that something bad is coming, but I didn't expect it to be such a thing." ”

Glaring at the little monk, the old monk muttered: "These donors are not pilgrims who come to rejoice, but wicked people who have come to demolish houses!"

Bei Qi took out a jīng Zhi Xia Pin Spirit Stone from the storage bag and threw it in his hand, he smiled dryly: "Old monk, this is a hundred Xia Pin Spirit Stones they gave, and I want to demolish the Zen courtyard to cover the summer garden!"

Taking a deep breath, the old monk looked at the seven men and women and said in a deep voice: "A few little donors, the old monk has the land deed document signed with the lord of Ancheng back then, and this valley with a radius of ten miles is the private property of the Tibetan Heart Zen Temple. The old monk built this Zen temple, which has been cultivated here for more than 700 years, and every grass and tree is planted by the old monk himself......"

The girl in the green dress laughed strangely, twisted the waist of the water snake and stepped forward proudly: "Who listens to your old bald donkey's ramblings? Old monk, you haven't been out of the mountain for a few years? The current city lord of He'an City is the ancestor of our Min family, and all the previous land deed documents are invalid!"

Pointing to Beg casually, the girl raised her head triumphantly and said: "One hundred low-grade spirit stones, it is more than enough to buy your valley, you bald donkeys have taken a big prize, and you are not enough in your heart, that is to ask for hardship!"

Bei Qi cooperated very well and took out the handful of one hundred jīng Zhi lower grade spirit stones and showed them to the old monk of Tibetan heart.

The old monk was stunned, he folded his hands and recited a Buddha name, and asked in a low voice: "Dare to ask the former city lord Master Jing'an, how is he now?"

The young man who led the team proudly held his head high, took a few steps forward and sneered: "That old bald donkey, naturally, his brain burst and died tragically on the spot. Old bald donkey, there is still a tea time, if we don't move away, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Bei Qi stuffed the spirit stone back into the storage bag, took a bite of the steamed bun, and looked back at the old monk with a hidden heart.

The old monk's face changed slightly, and he sighed lightly: "Master Jing'an, you have actually attained nirvana." Wait, what a ruthless method!"

Putting the steamed bun in his hand on the steps behind him, the old monk staggered forward a few steps, and he said in a deep voice: "So, don't blame the old monk for subduing demons and eliminating demons, and eradicating your evil obstacles!"

A lion's roar erupted from the old monk's mouth, and a large piece of golden light suddenly erupted from under the skinny old monk's skin, and he clenched his fists and punched the proud young man in the chest.

Among the seven men and women, the other three men and two women were shocked by the lion's roar and rolled their eyes, and flew dozens of feet away with a miserable howl, spitting blood from their mouths and fainting to the ground.

The young man and the woman in green exclaimed in surprise, and at the same time opened their mouths and spewed out a pink sword light.