Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 214 Sell Me The Tree
"If the information on the jade slip is correct, apart from being confusing, this Shen Wanwan is still a tyrannical spirit trainer."

Chen Ping squinted his eyes, this woman was enough to bring him a slight threat.

After all, he is a true disciple of Jindan sect who is at the forefront, and his strength is comparable to two or three of the same rank, which is extremely normal.

"She...she is a true disciple of Lanyue Sect!"

"Brother Wang, you won't admit your mistake, will you?"

"Hey, the only Shen Wanwan who can make Qu Moqi and Young Master Tang treat each other respectfully is the one in front of you."

In just a short time, all the foundation builders in the stone room learned of Shen Wanwan's true identity through various means.

As soon as this news was confirmed, it was as if a stone stirred up thousands of waves, and most of the monks were whispering.

Lanyue Sect is the Jindan Sect that suppressed [-]% of the cultivation world of Yuanyan Islands.

With a single breath, forces as strong as Yuan Dan will be annihilated in ashes.

Lanyue Sect is the king of this sea area!
The disciples under his sect are naturally superior to others, not to mention the few true biography?
Such an extremely noble status, to put it bluntly, even if she slaughtered all the monks present, the big and small forces behind them would not dare to raise their teachers and question them.

As a result, the gazes of the cultivators looking at Shen Wanwan gradually became respectful and fearful.

Especially the young male cultivator who accused Shen Wanwan of using illusion just now, his face was pale with fright, and his whole body was trembling, for fear of being retaliated by her.

"Lanyuezong is tens of thousands of miles away. How could Shen Wanwan swim with Tang Lilin from Wangqin Island? Could it be that they met halfway?"

Chen Ping thought expressionlessly.

However, these are side details, how to make friends with Tang Lilin and Shen Wanwan is the key.

"Since the Lord has arrived, the trade fair will begin immediately."

Tang Lilin clapped his palms, and said in an unhurried voice: "Everyone is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and must have attended such gatherings many times, so Tang will stop talking nonsense, within the time limit of half a stick of incense, each person Only one treasure is allowed to be displayed."

"First, let's start with you, fellow daoist!"

The person Tang Lilin pointed at was a middle-aged man in a white soap robe, who was in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

"Young Master Tang has an order, and Mu will show his shame first, and throw bricks to attract jade."

The monk surnamed Mu bowed slightly, held a blade-like spiritual weapon in his hand and threw it into the air, and briefly introduced it.

"The cicada wing blade, a top-grade spiritual tool, is made of third-order tone mushroom stone."

"Fellow Yinmoshi Daoists should have heard that it not only has excellent toughness, but also can hold a large amount of water and wood aura, enhancing the power of magic weapons."

"This cicada wing blade, Mu wants to exchange for a high-grade fire-attribute spirit stone. Of course, if any fellow Taoist brings out other treasures that make Mu's heart flutter, I can also make up the price difference."

The monk surnamed Mu spoke lightly, without any exaggeration.

All the foundation-building monks present were knowledgeable. Even if he boasted about the treasures, it was easy for people to see through them at a glance.

Moreover, there were several fellows with good backgrounds sitting at the head, he absolutely did not dare to open his mouth like a lion, lest he would be difficult to get off.

Chen Ping tilted his head and glanced, then closed his eyes immediately.

He took out a handful of high-grade attacking spirit weapons from his storage ring, which really didn't attract his interest.

There are many monks who have the same idea as him, only Liao Liao three or four showed their treasures and talked with the monk surnamed Mu.

Among them, there is no top-grade fire spirit stone that he likes most.

Don't mention Tang Lilin, Shen Wanwan, and Chen Ping's expensive cultivators. Even ordinary foundation cultivators mostly wait and see.

The monk surnamed Mu waited patiently for half a stick of incense. Seeing that the atmosphere had subsided, he was disappointed and took a storage bag full of middle-grade spirit stones from a female nun, and exchanged the Cicada Wing Blade with her.

Below are fifteen or six exhibits in a row, all equally lukewarm.

Chen Ping quietly glanced at the position of the golden bergamot tree, only to see Shen Wanwan sitting among the branches on the top of the tree, holding her white onion-like palm, and swinging her slender legs lazily, as if she was interested in doing it specially for her. The trade fairs she held were of little interest.

"Wanwan, what are you thinking?"

Tang Lilin raised his head with difficulty, and said cheerfully.

He has been watching Shen Wanwan's every move from beginning to end, and he doesn't care when the fair is halfway through.

In front of him, these foundation-building monks were no different from down-and-out vagrants, and they couldn't bring out the treasures he was interested in.

"It's boring."

Shen Wanwan rolled his eyes at him, and lightly parted her red lips: "Look at the rags and irons they show, some of the qi training juniors in this sect don't even look down on them."

"Haha, the small place is very poor, don't mind Wanwan."

Tang Lilin laughed with his fat belly trembling.

Shen Wanwan picked a piece of gold leaf by hand, rolled her eyes, and said leisurely: "Fatty Tang, your tree is not bad, can you consider selling it to Wanwan?"

"Cough cough..."

Tang Lilin was speechless and could only cough a few times to cover up the embarrassment on his face.

"Sell me the tree, and Wanwan will marry you!"

Shen Wanwan flicked the blue hair on her forehead, glanced sideways at Tang Lilin, and said with a half-smile.

Her expression suddenly became incomparably charming again, with a radiant face, which attracted a lot of stares from the audience.

"The golden bergamot tree is a family property. Tang can't be the master. If it is really a bride price for marriage proposal, my grandfather will definitely agree to it."

Tang Lilin gave a wry smile and explained.

He knew that Shen Wanwan was joking with him, otherwise a third-rank spirit tree could marry this girl, and the family would have already fulfilled his wish.

The true biography of Lan Yuezong is definitely worth spending a lot of money to win over.

Therefore, grandfather and father supported him in pursuing Shen Wanwan, and allowed him to use the resources of 50 spirit stones.

But after these few contacts, Shen Wanwan didn't have any special feelings for him, and all she showed was his eccentric nature.

"Fatty Tang, you should enter the Yuan Dan first and then dream. By then, maybe Wanwan will follow you as soon as she becomes blind!"

Shen Wanwan snorted slightly, showing a hint of savagery.

Tang Lilin grinned, feeling the coolness on his neck.

This Shen Wanwan is not only possessed of confusion, but also a cultivator with earth spirit roots.

With the support of Lanyuezong, she will definitely become Yuandan in the future, and it is very likely that she will be one step ahead of him.

"Oh, it's so difficult."

Tang Lilin sighed in annoyance, but immediately puffed out his chest and forcibly pulled himself together.

……

"Fellow daoists, I want to sell a crocodile egg that was laid by King Mi Crocodile of the Swamp. This egg was obtained by Li Mou half a year ago. It is full of vitality and the hatching probability is almost [-]%!"

"Regardless of spirit stones or other treasures, as long as Li is satisfied, they can be traded."

A bald monk who claimed to be surnamed Li slowly stood up, holding a round crocodile egg that was as black as ink, but with a faint green glow.

After all, he couldn't help but glance at Shen Wanwan.

He also got the news in advance from Tang Feng that he happened to be carrying a crocodile egg, so he took it out without hesitation, trying to make the fairy smile.

"Swamp crocodile?"

Shen Wanwan raised her eyelids, the light in her eyes flickered away.

"Could Fairy Shen be interested?"

The monk surnamed Li was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked while the iron was hot.

"Although the swamp crocodile has the blood of an earth demon, its strength is at the bottom of its class. Wanwan has worked so hard to raise it. Isn't it that his head is flooded?"

The corners of Shen Wanwan's lips were slightly raised, and she said in disgust: "The key point is that it looks hateful and is not worthy of being my spirit beast."

"Hey... What Fairy Shen said is very true."

Seeing what she said, the monk surnamed Li was very disappointed, so he simply wiped it with his hand and put away the crocodile egg.

"Friend Daoist Li, don't worry, Wang is willing to buy it at a high price."

"That's right, you're against the rules, I haven't spoken yet."

Several monks suddenly said dissatisfied.

"Not for sale."

The monk surnamed Li is also a bachelor, so he said sharply.

This crocodile egg was originally intended to be brought back to the family to hatch, but when I met Shen Wanwan halfway, I had the mentality of giving it a try, to see if it could form a good relationship.

Since she wasn't interested, of course she wouldn't take advantage of others.

"Fairy Shen, there are three baby cranes on Ye Mou."

It was Chen Ping's turn next, and he cupped his fists at Shen Wanwan and said with a smile.

He is also in line with the practice of the monk surnamed Li, and has no intention of trading with other people at all.

　Wanwan is also the goddess in my dreams!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)