Body maid is very enchanting

Master Chilong was a little speechless, looked at the monks slowly falling from the sky, and said: "Senior Brother Wanjie, why did you come to join in the fun and bully my apprentice, how shameless you are!"

Li Wanjie's face was slightly red, but because his skin was a little dark, he didn't show any signs of it. He glanced at Chilong and said, "I didn't want to bully the younger with the big, but he was qualified to pursue Nephew Ziyue if he won. You can’t blame me.|i^”

"At your age, if nephew Ziyue becomes your dual cultivator partner, it will really hurt her!" Chilong shook his head with an incredulous look on his face.

Li Wanjie was immediately annoyed: "Why am I so old, I just look older, I'm only a thousand years old!"

"Even if you are only five hundred years old, you are still an old cow eating tender grass!" Chi Long didn't give him any face at all, and Li Wanjie was speechless with a single sentence.

"Chilong, do you want to die?"

"Senior Brother Wan Jie, I am also a mid-Yuanying stage, and you are also a mid-Yuanying stage, so you can fight whenever you want. It just so happens that I just got a few spiritual weapons recently, and I will use you to practice my hands!"

Li Wanjie blushed, but it was not easy to attack. Chilong was a militant, which made him very powerful in combat. When he was only in the early stage of Yuanying, he relied on the benefits of his cultivation. Only then did he win a little bit, and now that he has entered the middle stage, I am afraid that he is really not his opponent in a fight...

"Hmph, there's no benefit in beating you, I'm still challenging Nephew Wang!"

Li Wanjie sneered in his heart, if he can't beat the old one, can't I beat the young one?

"Haha, senior brother Wan Jie dares to love and hate, real man, senior brother I am not talented, I also want to challenge nephew Wang, senior brother Chilong, no wonder..." A figure fell down, but it was Liu Yunxiao from Yunxiao Peak, Nascent Soul's initial strength.

Soon, two more figures descended, both of which had the strength of Yuan Ying's early stage.

Those disciples at the golden core period immediately withered. There are so many uncles and uncles, how can they have anything to do with themselves...

A disciple shouted: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, Senior Sister Ziyue said that if she wins Senior Brother Wang, she is eligible to pursue her. It doesn't mean that whoever is the best at fighting is her dual practice couple. As long as we win Senior Brother Wang, maybe Ziyue Senior Sister likes a little shou like me..."

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Wang, come out, I want to challenge you..."

"Senior Brother Wang..."

Wang Dong in the cave shook his head and said, "Do you two want to earn some pocket money?"

Zhang Zhen and Zi Yue's eyes lit up, neither of them would have too much spiritual liquid, but the question was how to make money. k";

"You will know in a while..." Wang Dong smiled, then opened the restriction of the cave, went out, and said with a look of grief and indignation: "Masters, uncles, brothers and brothers, I know why you are here, but With so many of you challenging me, how can I bear it?"

Everyone pondered, but it was Li Wanjie who suddenly said: "Why don't Nephew Wang accept a challenge in a day, and everyone will line up according to their cultivation level. I have the strongest cultivation base, so naturally I will be the first one."

Li Wanjie has a good idea. As long as he wins Wang Dong first, he will be close to nephew Ziyue one day earlier than others. A thousand catties of spiritual liquid, I'm afraid she will be moved...

Li Wanjie can almost imagine that, with a beautiful woman in his arms, he looks down on the heroic appearance of these men who failed the list...

"no!"

Wang Dong immediately refused: "It's not fair. Besides, even if I challenge alone every day, I'm only in the middle stage of Golden Core, and my cultivation is not as good as everyone else's. How can I recover to the peak?"

Zhang Zhen rolled his eyes and said, "This is not easy to handle. Whoever wants to challenge you, I will give you five hundred catties of psychic liquid first, and use it to supplement the spiritual power after the challenge."

"Okay, it's settled like this. Anyway, senior uncles and uncles are well-off, so they probably won't care about such a small spiritual liquid."

After Wang Dong's words fell, a gleam of light flashed in Ziyue's eyes, and it fell on those men. Liu Yunxiao's heart moved, and he responded: "Indeed, a small five hundred catties of spiritual liquid is a drop in the bucket for me. , it's reasonable..."

Reasonable fart, some monks in the middle stage of golden core cursed in their hearts, five hundred catties of spiritual liquid can be exchanged for a magic weapon that is almost there, and it is just used to give away for nothing?

However, under Zi Yue's gaze, these people all nodded their heads, and said forcefully: "Indeed, five hundred catties of spiritual liquid is just a piece of cake..."

Wang Dong snickered in his heart, men are like this, they want to save face and suffer, quack...

"Okay!" Wang Dong clapped his hands, turned to Master Chilong, and said, "Master, didn't you just say you wanted to win the prize?"

Reverend Chilong nodded, but before he could speak, he felt a powerful force sweeping over, looked up, and saw the suzerain Bu Tianlin floating in the air, he couldn't help but be speechless: "Sovereign, why don't you come too? "

Bu Tianlin smiled and shook his head: "Of course not, I just came to see, there hasn't been such an interesting thing in the Green Devil Sect for a long time..."

Bu Tianlin's strength is already at the stage of becoming a god, so naturally he won't join in, but this time, almost half of the school's apparent combat power is here, and Bu Tianlin doesn't want any accidents, so naturally Come and see.

Master Chilong breathed a sigh of relief, if the suzerain came to bet, wouldn't he be a loser?

"Just now I heard you say that you want to gamble? That's good, I will testify, let's start."

Wang Dong looked at the group of people around him, and said with a smile: "How about this, each of you give me five hundred catties of spiritual liquid first, and then the suzerain will open the market, everyone feel free to place bets..."

Bu Tianlin was stunned for a moment, then turned and smiled wryly: "Chilong, you are not an easy disciple, you have involved me too, let me bleed some blood for everyone's benefit."

There were 20 challengers in the Golden Core stage, and four in the Nascent Soul stage. Together, they attacked 1 catties of spiritual liquid. Wang Dong made a lot of money, and he almost laughed from ear to ear. Infant cultivator is more than that, but this is earned by his own intelligence, cool!

A gentleman loves money, so get it in a proper way...

The four Nascent Soul cultivators discussed it and decided that Li Wanjie would make the first move. Perhaps it was because the five hundred catties of spiritual liquid had been released just now. Each of the cultivators made their own bets. Perhaps it was because they knew that there was only one chance of a sure win. Everyone was red-eyed, betting one thousand catties or even five thousand catties, wanting to win back those just now, and make a big profit, which made Bu Tianlin smile wryly, it seems that the blood is bound to come out.

Wang Dong probably did some calculations, and with Li Wanjie and the others betting, there is a full 5 catties of spiritual liquid. Although Li Wanjie's odds are 1:[-], if he loses, he still has to pay [-] catties of spiritual liquid. , it seems that my knife was in vain...

And Wang Dong's odds are 1:8, but no one bets, even Chilong Zhenren is not optimistic about Wang Dong. Wait ten years...

Wang Dong whispered a few words in Zhang Zhen's ear, Zhang Zhen nodded, walked to Bu Tianlin, took out [-] catties of spiritual liquid, and said, "I bet on Wang Dong to win!"

Everyone looked at Zhang Zhen like an idiot. Someone was so stupid that he could hear a sound when he smashed the spiritual liquid into the water. If he bet on Wang Dong like this, he was doomed to lose...

Bu Tianlin smiled slightly at Zhang Zhen. This little brother from the Chiyan Clan is doing a good job, and he saved himself ten thousand catties of spiritual liquid...

I didn't expect that all the disciples under my sect are quite rich. Is it because I want to find an opportunity for everyone to donate some psychic liquid to strengthen the sect...

cough cough.