Without miscellaneous servants, everything can only be done by yourself, with plenty of food and clothing.

Fortunately, Ning Lin was followed by a group of foodies, who were fully prepared before coming here, and prepared more than a dozen storage rings just for food, and there was no need to go outside to buy them.

Ning Lin personally made a table of meals, and when they could eat the craftsmanship of Ning Lin, the king of chefs, everyone ate happily and smiled.

Early the next morning, the Purple Fire Master of the Huoxing Immortal Gate personally took the Burning Sky to the small courtyard where Ning Lin was located. Burning Sky is also under the age of 30 this year, and he is also one of the disciples who participated in this competition.

Seeing the master and senior brother, Ning Lin was of course happy, and personally cooked at noon, and took out a jar of dragon blood wine, and treated the Venerable Purple Fire with hospitality.

As soon as everyone drank a few glasses, they heard someone shouting outside: "Good fragrant wine, I don't know if there is a share of our brothers!"

"Something that spoils the fun!" Ning Lin said in a low voice. As soon as he heard this voice, Ning Lin knew that it was the two handymen who came again yesterday.

The Master was afraid that Ning Lin would be young and vigorous, and he would not be able to suppress his anger and start a conflict, so he hurriedly stood up, hoping to give them some spars, and sent the two away.

As soon as Wuwu walked to the door, the two of them had already walked in, and they didn't even pay attention to the spar in Wuwu's hand, until they went to the inner room, and saw the dragon's blood wine on the table, smelling the wine, and their eyes were shining.

"Good wine! Good wine! First prepare ten altars and eight altars for our brothers, go back and honor the elders of the Xianmen! Don't say that we bully you, how much is a jar, you name it......" One of the pale immortals couldn't help but grab a jar of dragon blood wine and wanted to taste it first.

I saw a phantom in front of me, and the wine jar more than a foot high disappeared all at once, and was snatched back by Ning Lin.

"Do you want to buy my wine? Yes, one jar of one billion spars, as long as you take out the spars, not to mention ten altars and eight altars, even a hundred altars and thousands of altars!"

"What?" the white-faced immortal shouted, "One billion altars, why don't you grab it!"

"I have such a good thing, I don't have to worry about buying it at all, why should I grab it?" Ning Lin held the dragon's blood wine and took a big sip, a few drops of the dragon's blood wine dripped to the ground, and the aroma of the wine overflowed.

Ning Lin originally didn't dare to let the dragon blood wine come out, just because his strength was insufficient, he was afraid that when the time came, let alone the dragon blood wine, he wouldn't even be able to save his own life. In the Beast Clan, he fought with the Heavenly Beast Venerable, and the Heavenly Beast Venerable also admitted that even if the Broken Void Venerable couldn't help Ning Lin, not to mention that now Ning Lin has formed an alliance with the Heavenly Beast Venerable, and he is not afraid that someone will use force against him, and such a good thing as dragon blood wine should also be shared by everyone, but a billion spars for an altar, this price is not less.

"Boy, you dare to be so arrogant. If it weren't for Lao Tzu, even if you don't want to give it to Lao Tzu for nothing, give you a spar today, and bring ten altars to Lao Tzu!"

"Who are you, Lao Tzu? Believe it or not, I'll let you die......

"Ha, ha......" The white-faced immortal seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and laughed so much that tears were about to come out, pointing at Ning Lin and saying: "Boy, Lao Tzu is an outer disciple of the Taoist Immortal Gate, what do you dare to do with Lao Tzu?" If you obediently offer one hundred and eighty jars of good wine today, Lao Tzu will not have the same internal resistance as you, if you dare to say a word, Lao Tzu will ......."

Without waiting for the white-faced immortal to continue, Ning Lin slapped the white-faced immortal in the face heavily, causing the white-faced immortal to spin around twice before falling to the ground, and Ning Lin's palm print clearly appeared on half of his face.

One bite of Lao Tzu has already made Ning Lin angry, no matter what kind of best immortal gate he is, if he is annoyed by Ning Lin, he will still not be able to eat and walk around!

When the Venerable Master Wuqiu saw that Ning Lin had really beaten this person, he couldn't help but be shocked. But I didn't pay much attention to it. Ning Lin had already told the elders of the Shui Xianmen about the matter of the Beast Clan, and with the support of the Beast Clan in the back, not to mention that it was just a miscellaneous servant, even if the entire Dao Immortal Sect did not dare to do anything to Ning Lin. Xian'er and the others are even more accustomed to it, even if there is a Void Breaking Venerable, what can they do? The Great Elder of the Beast Clan is also a Void Breaking Venerable, and he is also helpless against Ning Lin, and finally formed an alliance with Ning Lin, and even the disciples who have closed the door have given Ning Lin as a servant beast.

"Mei Niang, what are you doing in a daze, pour me a cup of tea!" Xian'er always has some mustard for Mei Niang, and likes to support Mei Niang when she has nothing to do.

Mei Niang was not angry, and raised the teapot to pour a cup of tea for Xian'er.

The Venerable Purple Fire was worried about Ning Lin. Although Ning Lin's strength is not weak, this person is also a disciple of the best immortal sect no matter what, and he has the Void Breaking Venerable in charge. Ning Lin's move was tantamount to stabbing a hornet's nest, but Ning Lin was not only his own disciple, but also the deliberative elder and honorary elder of the Water Stopping Immortal Sect and the Fire Xing Immortal Sect, Zihuo couldn't say anything to his own disciple, so he could only stand aside with worry. If Dao Xianmen really wants to embarrass Ning Lin, he can't say that he can only stand on Ning Lin's side.

The white-faced immortal sat on the ground and was stunned for a long time, and suddenly shouted like a pig: "Kill someone, come quickly! The Shui Xianmen is going to kill the disciples of the Dao Xianmen......

Before the words fell, I saw hundreds of black shadows driving the fairy sword around and soaring into the air. Looking at the clothes of these people, they are also the miscellaneous servants of this conference. However, these people showed a fierce light on their faces one by one, and they looked like half-centric miscellaneous laborers, like murderous robbers, and rushed over and surrounded the small courtyard where Ning Lin and the others were.

"Brothers, save me! they want to kill ......"

"Who dares to hurt me and ask the disciples of the Immortal Sect! I'm getting tired of living!" a handyman shouted to Ning Lin and the others.

"It's just a group of miscellaneous servants, go and call your elders to come over and theorize!" Ning Lin didn't bother to talk to these people at all, and snorted coldly.

"But just a mid-grade immortal sect, what qualifications do you have to invite our elders to come over, Lao Tzu will teach you a lesson first!" A sword light flashed in the hand of a cultivator immortal and stabbed at Ning Lin.

Ning Lin didn't make a move at all, but just used his killing intent and glared at the man, only to see that the man was so frightened that he shook and fell from the fairy sword. Fortunately, he is not high above the ground, only four or five meters, and there is no fear for his life. But the killing intent in Ning Lin's eyes just now made him still not wake up, and his face was terrified.

"Who dares to make trouble here, don't you ask me the face of Xianmen?" A figure broke through the air, and finally stood above the small courtyard, looking down at the people in the small courtyard.

"See Elder Question!" the hundreds of miscellaneous servants around him saluted in unison.

The white-faced handyman who had just been slapped fell to his knees and shouted, "Uncle Shi, you have to be the master of your disciples!"

"What the hell is going on!, I asked the Immortal Sect for hundreds of thousands of years, and no disciple has ever been bullied by outsiders, and everything has its own master and uncle to call the shots for you!" The Questioning Venerable seemed to be a high-ranking adjudicator, and he didn't take Ning Lin, a middle-grade Immortal Sect, in his eyes at all.

"Uncle Shi, the disciples saw that the wine they drank had some characteristics, so they wanted to buy some to honor your elder, but they actually offered a sky-high price of one billion spars for an altar, and the disciples were not convinced, and they fought according to reason, so they became angry and hurt people!"

The white-faced immortal made the whole story clear in a few words, and his sweetheart turned even more pale after hearing it. There is no wine worth a billion crystals in this world, and these people obviously don't take the Dao Immortal Gate seriously!

"You say, that's the case!" "Ask your sweetheart to finally remember to ask about the Narcissus Gate.

"Yes, no, what!" Ning Lin is most unaccustomed to this kind of person, even if the disciple can ask for benefits at will in the Dragon Gate Competition, this Dao Xianmen is probably not very good.

"Okay! In this case, what my disciple said is true! I announce that you have been exempted from the Millennium Contest!" exclaimed his confidant.

"Bah, dog, what qualifications do you have to say such things......" Ning Lin said coldly.

"You!" asked the person on the door for the first time to hear someone who dared to call himself a dog, and dared to talk to himself like this, so he pointed at Ning Lin angrily, and didn't know what to say for a while. "Okay, good junior, today I will teach you a little lesson for your master, lest you go out and cause trouble for your master!"

After speaking, he took out his sword of conscience and stabbed straight at Ning Lin.

Seeing that the sword light flashed and stabbed Ning Lin's vital point, this is to teach Ning Lin a lesson, it is clear that he wants to kill Ning Lin on the spot!

"Don't give you a face, don't blame me!" Ning Lin stretched out his hand to meet the Questioning Sword, and tightly grasped the blade of the Questioning Sword.

The sweetheart secretly sneered in his heart, and he didn't know how the Shui Xianmen cultivated such a strange thing, and he actually grabbed his fourth-level treasure weapon with his flesh palm, which was clearly looking for death!

"Break!" asked his sweetheart to twist the sword in his hand, wanting to cut off Ning Lin's palm.

But no matter how he twisted the sword in his hand, the sword seemed to be inserted into a solid stone, and he didn't move a single bit!

Ning Lin sneered, his hand was wrapped in killing intent, not to mention the fourth-level treasure weapon, even if it was one level higher, it would not be able to pierce this thin layer of killing intent.

"It's better for you to break it for me!" Ning Lin held the sword tightly, and a killing intent rushed straight into the sword, rushing all the way, the Dao Dao Immortal Pattern was tense and separated, and the big hand twisted hard, and the entire Conscience Sword was twisted into a twist by Ning Lin.

"This, this can't be!" Conscience couldn't help but shout when he saw that his sword was twisted into shape by Ning Lin and completely destroyed.

The onlookers couldn't help but scream. This is a fourth-level treasure weapon, and it was twisted by his hand, what kind of strength is this?

At this time, Zihuo finally knew why the people of the Water Stopping Immortal Sect were not worried, but he didn't expect that after only a few years, Ning Lin's cultivation was far superior to his own.

"Stop, Hugh hurts!" There was a loud shout in the air, and a figure slowly descended into the courtyard, blocking the sweetheart behind him, and a pair of bright eyes stared at Ning Lin tightly.

It seems that although Ning Lin doesn't know the person who came, he can feel that this person is a real person in the Purple Mansion, and he has already reached the middle stage of the Purple Mansion, so he thinks that he is an elder of the Dao Immortal Sect.

"See Dao Guo Zhenren!" The Venerable Question and the surrounding disciples of the Immortal Sect hurriedly saluted the old man.

Dao Guo Zhenren waved his sleeves and said, "No courtesy!" But his eyes never left Ning Lin.

"Presumably you are Ning Lin of the Water Stopping Immortal Sect! Since you came to participate in the Dragon Gate Conference, why did you hurt me and ask the Immortal Sect disciples? Don't you really take me as the Asking Dao Immortal Sect in your eyes!"

In that battle, Ning Lin used the cultivation period to be able to rival the real people of the Purple Mansion, and he had already entered the eyes of the major immortal sects of the human race. However, no matter how strong Ning Lin is, what can he do, can he still ask the opponent of the Dao Xianmen? If one Zifu real person can't kill him, what about the three? What about the ten? You must know that there are dozens of Dao Xianmen only in the Zifu period, and it is not a problem to deal with one Ning Lin at all.

If Ning Lin didn't know whether he was alive or dead today, Dao Guo Zhenren wouldn't mind strangling this so-called genius, lest he grow up and threaten the Dao Immortal Sect in the future.

"Yes, I'm Ning Lin......"

At this time, there were already thousands of immortals and masters around the surroundings, and even there were more than a dozen real people in the Purple Mansion.

The Longmen Conference has been held for thousands of sessions, and since it was presided over by the Wendao and Wumen in turn, no one has ever dared to make trouble during the conference. When the martial arts sect presided over the conference, it was better, but when the Daomen presided over it, those miscellaneous servants were simply skinners, and some people even explicitly asked for spars and treasures, if they didn't give it, they would wait to be pitted during the Dragon Gate conference! I heard that someone had beaten the handyman of the Daomen, and everyone rushed to see the excitement, wanting to see who was so brave and dared to go against the Dao Xianmen.

Hearing Ning Lin's name, many immortals had heard of Ning Lin's name, and couldn't help but talk about it secretly.

Some people applauded Ning Lin's courage, but more people were worried about Ning Lin.

Today's matter has become a big one, and even if he asks the Xianmen for his own face, he will never spare Ning Lin and the Water Stopping Immortal Gate.

"Good you are a Ning Lin, good you are a water stop fairy gate! Since you don't take my Dao Xianmen in your eyes, you won't come to the Dragon Gate Conference again in the future! When the Dragon Gate Conference is over, someone from the Xianmen will naturally come to you to ask for justice!"

"Justice, justice is at ease in the hearts of the people! You asked, Xianmen, let these miscellaneous servants extort us at will, these high-grade and middle-grade Xianmen, is it reasonable? If we don't give it, we will go to the door, what kind of way are you asking Xianmen? Is it a domineering? Robbers?"

It is not once or twice that the miscellaneous servants of the Ask Immortal Sect have blackmailed the major Immortal Sects, although everyone knows it, but no one has ever dared to break this matter. Ning Lin said it in public today, and it immediately resonated with the rest of the major immortal sects.

When Dao Guo Zhenren saw it, he knew that if he couldn't suppress this matter as soon as possible, he might even cause the anger of the people in the Dao Immortal Sect, and the reputation of the Dao Immortal Sect would be completely ruined in the future!

"Junior, you can't hide the fact that you hurt me and asked the Xianmen disciple! Besides, my disciple wants to buy some good wine with you, when did he blackmail you?"

"Buy wine, okay, my good wine worth a billion spars, he only gives one spare, is this buying wine or robbing wine?"

"One billion spars for an altar? You really want to export it! Even the treasures in the secret realm of the Dragon Gate are not necessarily worth a billion spars, just your jar of wine costs a billion spars, you are clearly ......" Daoguo Zhenren didn't know how to take it for a while.

Ning Lin sneered and said, "What is it clearly? Buying and selling, you buy and I sell, you don't have to buy if you don't have money, is this the reason for you to rob it? Besides, my wine is worth a billion spars, you can let everyone taste it!"

When the elders and disciples of the major immortal sects around heard that Ning Lin was going to buy a billion spars for a jar of wine, they were in an uproar again.

Although everyone had already had enough of asking the anger of the Xianmen, they wanted to help Ning Lin say a few good words, but now it seems that it is better not to come out. Ning Lin dared to buy a billion spars for a jar of wine, which was obviously taking the initiative to provoke trouble.

"Ning Lin, see it, no one believes your words!" said Dao Guo Zhenren proudly.

"Is there really a billion jars of good wine? I want to taste it......" A figure flashed out of the crowd, and ran directly to the table to pick up the jar.

Everyone only saw a phantom flashing by, but Ning Lin could see it clearly, the person who came was dressed in a cyan short coat, a pair of straw sandals under his feet, a white hair was pinned to his head at will with only a branch, and there were still a few oil stars on his white beard under his chin. If this man walks on the street, he is not even as good as those ordinary people, but when you look at him again, his face is delicate and ruddy, comparable to that of a baby.

There are no ordinary people who can appear here, especially his body is the fastest person Ning Lin has ever seen!

It's just that he can see it clearly, but he doesn't have time to stop it at all, unless Ning Lin releases the killing realm, but there are many immortals here, and Ning Lin doesn't dare to release the killing realm easily, so as not to cause misunderstanding and make himself the target of the public. Just a little hesitation, most of the remaining half of the dragon blood wine on the table had already been snatched by this person.

"Goodong, Goodong......" This person was unceremonious, and thirsted the remaining dragon blood wine by nearly half in one go, his face became more ruddy, and his eyes became brighter and brighter!

"Good wine! good wine indeed!" the man reluctantly put down the jar and exclaimed. A drop of wine spilled on his beard flowed down the snow-white beard, this person's eyes were quick, he grabbed his beard and shook it gently, the drop of dragon blood wine was shocked into the air, he opened his big mouth, and waited for the drop of dragon blood wine to enter the mouth, and licked his lips with great satisfaction.

Someone recognized this person and shouted, "Wine Fairy, where is this wine so good? Is it really worth a billion spars?"

The wine fairy frowned, made a bitter face, and said loudly: "I don't have to tell you the benefits, lest you little rabbit cubs be red-eyed, but a billion spars ......" The wine fairy looked reluctant, and the remaining dragon blood wine was always tightly held in his arms, looked at Ning Lin, and said in a low voice: "Little brother, let's discuss, can it be cheaper?"

"Wine fairy, okay, I'll give you a nine-percent discount for your name! Forget what you drank just now, there is still about a quarter left, as long as you have 200 million spars, how about it?"

"200 million spars?" the wine fairy's eyes lit up, and he said: "Okay, good, 200 million spars are 200 million spars." ”

The wine fairy took out a storage ring and threw it to Ning Lin, and said, "You order, there are a total of 2.9 billion spars in it, you can bring me three jars of such good wine!"

Ning Lin took the ring, and when he looked into it, he saw that twenty-nine piles of spars of various colors were neatly stacked in the ring, with a total value of 2.9 billion, not a cent, not a lot.

took out the three jars of dragon blood wine and threw it to the wine fairy, and said, "Thank you for your patronage, welcome to come again next time!"

The wine fairy put away the three jars of dragon blood wine, his face was happy for a while, sad for a while, he had saved up a lifetime of spars, and he spent most of it at once, and he would be heartbroken for anyone, but he could feel the vigorous qi and blood in his body, and the wine fairy felt that it was worth the money. "Don't you dare to visit often, it's like you're cutting my flesh!"

When the others saw that the wine fairy had really spent billions of spars to buy three jars of wine, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and couldn't believe it.

Ning Lin glanced at Daoguo Zhenren, and casually took out a jar of dragon blood wine and dozens of wine glasses, and after pouring them one by one, he said to the immortals who were watching around: "Seeing each other is fate, today I invite everyone to taste a glass of this good wine for free, if you are interested in buying it, you will get a ninety-five discount today." However, the good wine is limited, so I can only invite all the immortals above the pulse to taste it!" Ning Lin saw that the Dao Guo real person and the questioning sweetheart were also ready to move, and said again: "Except for the Dao Immortal Gate......

Dao Guo's real person and inquisitive sweetheart turned pale, and he couldn't bear to step forward and strangle Ning Lin. But in front of many Immortal Sect elders and disciples, they didn't dare to really do such a stupid thing, and they could only watch as the elders of various sects stepped forward one after another to taste the billion-one jar of wine.

Although there is only one glass per person, as soon as the wine enters the abdomen, a flame rises immediately, wandering through the meridians of the whole body, and in a moment everyone can clearly feel that their qi and blood are more vigorous, and the previous dark injuries have a tendency to recover, and at the same time, the strength of the body has also increased!

"Good Wine ......"

"Yes, it's worth a billion spars......"

"No wonder a stingy person like the wine fairy actually bought three altars in one go!"

If only one person praised it like this, Dao Guo could still say that this person had colluded with Ning Lin, but everyone who had tasted it was full of praise, and some people had even dragged the elders of this sect to the side and whispered, discussing how many altars they should buy.

After many immortals above the Tongmai level present had tasted the dragon blood wine, Ning Lin shouted loudly: "Today, I only ask all the immortal friends one sentence, is this wine worth a billion spars!"

"It's worth ......," all the immortals who had tasted the dragon's blood wine replied in unison.

"Dao Guo Zhenren, now that these immortal friends are proof, what else do you have to say?" Ning Lin pointed the finger at the Dao Immortal Gate.

Dao Guo Zhenren glared at the white-faced immortal fiercely, and didn't say anything for a long time. If you admit that this wine is really worth a billion spars, but the disciples in your own sect want to buy these good wines at the price of one spars, and ask the notoriety of Xianmen to buy and sell them is afraid that it will spread throughout the world. doesn't admit it, but it's slapping the elders in the face.

Dao Guo Zhenren's eyes rolled, and he suddenly snorted coldly: "I asked the Immortal Gate Collection of Nine Nine and Eighty-One Heavenly Treasures for more than 10,000 years, brewed for thousands of years, and produced a thousand jars of medicinal wine called Nine Turns Back to Immortal Wine, which has the function to increase strength and get sick, but it is ......."

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Dao Guo Zhenren continued: "However, five hundred years ago, all the Nine Turning Immortal Liquor brewed by my Sect was missing, and I suspect that this junior took out the Nine Turning Immortal Liquor that I asked the Immortal Sect!"

As soon as Daoguo Zhenren's words came out, the scene was suddenly silent.

Although the Venerable Question knew that Dao Xianmen had never brewed any medicinal wine, he also knew that Uncle Dao Guo was talking nonsense. However, seeing that no one spoke, I thought that Uncle Daoguo had guessed it, this was a jar of medicinal wine. If it's really medicinal wine, these wines will all belong to the Dao Immortal Sect!

"Junior, you must have stolen the Nine Turns of the Immortal Sect that I asked, and you didn't invite it from the truth!"

Ning Lin was also taken aback by the clumsy performance of these two people, there are really such shameless people in this world! Then he laughed and said, "I, Ning Lin, have been practicing for less than thirty years today, what do you have to do with me about the medicine and wine that you have lost in the five hundred years of Xianmen?"