I can strengthen

Chapter 335
Mo Yurong trembled angrily.

The originally delicate face was distorted.

In this thick earth city, no one dared to talk to her like this.

This Luo Yan is the first!
"Luo Yan, I'll give you the spirit crystal, do you dare to take it?" After a long silence, Mo Yurong gritted her silver teeth and opened her mouth.

She didn't believe that Luo Yan really dared to accept it.

After receiving her spirit crystal, there will be no place for Luo Yan in this thick earth city.

"Your Mo family took the spirit crystal for four years in vain, but failed to solve the trouble. You broke the agreement first. I want to return the spirit crystal as a matter of course. Why, Miss Mo thinks that she can hold Luo and let Luo suffer such a big loss for nothing? "

Luo Yan's tone was slightly slower, but he did not back down.

"If it wasn't for my Mo family, this Ruiyu Pavilion would not have been able to continue." Mo Yurong argued, and said coldly: "I advise you to accept it as soon as it is good, and don't seek death."

"Stop talking nonsense." Luo Yan shook his head, and said indifferently: "Two thousand spirit crystals, not one less."

"I don't have that much on me." Mo Yurong said with a flushed face.

The spirit crystal on her body has been used up long ago.

"Then exchange things, natural materials, earthly treasures, magic pills." Luo Yan said with gloomy eyes, "In short, if you don't take out two thousand spirit crystals, you don't even think about leaving this room today."

"you?!"

Mo Yurong's silver teeth were about to be crushed.

This Luo Yan dared to threaten her like this, it was really audacious.

But feeling the terrifying aura on Luo Yan, she finally chose to compromise, took the storage ring, and threw it directly to Luo Yan.

"Luo Yan, hold it carefully. At this time tomorrow, I want you to kneel on the ground and return this storage ring to me."

Mo Yurong's voice was cold and murderous.

The voice fell.

She turned around and left with an extremely gloomy expression.

Such a shame.

She, Mo Yurong, will get it back no matter what.

She left in a hurry, seeing that Luo Yan didn't stop her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as she returns to the Houtu Sect... no, as long as she exits the Ruiyu Pavilion, with the three of her, Mo Yurong, she can make Luo Yan clearly feel the power of her Mo family in Houtu City.

however.

As soon as she reached the stairs, she felt a fatal crisis behind her.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she wanted to mobilize her mana.

But with this move, her face suddenly became extremely terrified.

"Damn it, when did you get poisoned?"

Her face was pale, but she felt that the mana in her body was like a quagmire, becoming uncontrollable.

And this time.

Jie Jie's strange laughter was already ringing in her ears.

"If you dare to offend my master, then stay obediently and serve as a cauldron for my master!"

Cauldron? !
Mo Yurong's face turned pale.

The female cultivators who have been reduced to cauldrons are the most miserable, most of them will regress in cultivation and their bloodlines will be damaged.

She, Mo Yurong, is a girl of heaven, but now she is going to be reduced to a cauldron?

She couldn't accept it and wanted to call for help.

But before she could open her mouth, she felt her neck being strangled to death by a huge force.

In the next second, she rolled her eyes and passed out.

"Tsk tsk, this figure, this skin. You are indeed from a big family." Wan Hongcheng lifted Mo Yurong, and a trace of heat flashed in his eyes.

If he was in the Qixia Mountains, facing such a beauty, he probably couldn't help but enjoy it by himself.

but now……

"Isn't it the restriction in the soul? It's not the first time that Lao Tzu has been controlled by someone! As long as he is far enough away..."

His soul was restricted.

With a single thought of Luo Yan's mind, he can be wiped out.

Soul restraint, extremely domineering.

But there is a distance for such restrictions, beyond a certain distance, no matter how overbearing, there is nothing you can do about it.

and so.

He planned to gain Luo Yan's trust first.

As long as he stays away from Luo Yan, he can slowly erase the restriction in his soul.

Think so.

With a flattering smile on his face, he said to Luo Yan who was coming: "Master, what should I do with this chick? How about...Master enjoy it first?"

"Don't touch her." Luo Yan glanced at Wan Hongcheng, and ordered lightly: "Put her in the backyard and watch her carefully."

"Yes."

Wan Hongcheng's expression froze, but he could only obey Luo Yan's order and leave with Mo Yurong.

"Also, I will go out later. During this time, you will also stay in the backyard, and you cannot leave a step, understand?" Luo Yan ordered again.

Wan Hongcheng froze.

But in the end, he had no choice but to turn around and give Luo Yan a flattering smile: "Yes."

He left quickly.

As for Luo Yan.

Then he frowned and walked towards Jinhua Tower.

soon.

He walked into Jinhua Building and met the shopkeeper of Jinhua Building.

When the shopkeeper of Jinhualou saw Luo Yan, his face changed slightly.

He naturally knew what happened in Ruiyu Pavilion, and also knew the strength Luo Yan possessed.

"What do you want to do?" He looked at Luo Yan vigilantly, and said softly, "Jinhua Building is the property of Mr. Feng Chengfeng. I advise you to think twice before acting."

"I know." Luo Yan nodded calmly, cupped his hands towards the shopkeeper, and said: "Please tell Mr. Feng, please tell Ruiyu Pavilion Luo Yan to see you."

"You want to see Mr. Feng?"

The shopkeeper of Jinhualou breathed a sigh of relief.

He originally thought that Luo Yan was here to trouble him, so he was almost scared to death.

Now knowing that he came to see Fengcheng, he finally let go of his hanging heart.

He somewhat guessed Luo Yan's plan in his mind, hesitated a little, and said: "I can inform Mr. Feng, but whether Mr. Feng sees you or not depends on Mr. Feng's willingness."

Luo Yan said: "It's troublesome."

The shopkeeper of Jinhualou looked at Luo Yan, without much hesitation, took out the message talisman to contact Fengcheng.

After a few words.

He put away the message talisman and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Feng is willing to see you. You go and wait outside the gate of the Houtu Sect now. Mr. Feng will send someone down later to take you in."

"Thank you." Luo Yan cupped his hands towards the shopkeeper of the Jinhua Building, then turned around and left the Jinhua Building, heading towards the Houtu Sect.

"Tsk tsk...you actually want to seek refuge with Mr. Feng, you are very sensible."

Looking at the back of Luo Yan's departure, the shopkeeper of Jinhualou narrowed his eyes, and the huge stone in his heart fell completely.

Luo Yan asked to see Fengcheng this time.

Regardless of the outcome, his mission was accomplished.

……

The sun was setting.

Luo Yan waited for two hours outside the Houtu Sect's mountain gate before a young man came out of the Houtu Sect.

It was a monk in the early Yuan Dan period, with a milky complexion and a handsome appearance.

He went straight to Luo Yan, looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "You are Luo Yan?"

"It's me." Luo Yan nodded.

"Then come with me." The young man hummed a little song, turned and walked into the Houtu Sect.

Seeing this, Luo Yan followed behind him step by step.

This is his first time entering the Houtu Sect.

As soon as he stepped into the territory of the thick earth sect, he felt a strong earth aura.

A large amount of earth spirit energy piled up together, making the entire space thick, and the gravity was more than ten times that of the outside world.

This is a big mountain.

Vaguely, one can see caves going deep into the hinterland of the mountain.

"Don't look around!"

At a certain moment, the white-faced monk in front of him suddenly reprimanded coldly, and the soundtrack was unexpected.

Luo Yan looked away.

He only glanced at the white-faced monk and kept it in his heart.

Soon.

The two came to a cave house buried deep in the ground.

There are no decorations, no rooms, only primitive caves, and the inspirations of the earth veins coming up from the ground.

now.

Feng Cheng was sitting cross-legged, swallowing the inspiration of the earth veins.

He is slender, with a thin back.

But the whole body is filled with a heavy breath, like a big mountain, no one can shake it just by sitting there.

"Brother, someone brought it here." The white-faced monk respectfully said.

"Luo Yan, do you want to join me?" Feng Cheng turned his back to Luo Yan, and when he opened his mouth, he revealed Luo Yan's inner thoughts.

"Yes." Luo Yan nodded.

"How many spirit crystals do you give Mo Yurong every year?" Feng Cheng asked straightforwardly.

"Thirty percent of the profit." Luo Yan said.

"I want [-]%." Fengcheng turned his head, looked at Luo Yan indifferently, and said lightly: "Give me [-]% of the profit, and you can continue to open Ruiyu Pavilion."

"it is good."

Fengcheng is not Mo Yurong.

Mo Yurong can talk about it, but Fengcheng can't.

So Luo Yan responded directly, and then changed his voice, and said with worry: "Now I'm going to join Mr. Feng, the Mo family, I'm afraid I won't let it go."

Fengcheng smiled contemptuously, and said calmly: "Don't worry about the Mo family, from now on, you are my Fengcheng's person. The Mo family will know people."

Luo Yan felt relieved, and said with a smile: "Then thank you, Mr. Feng."

Fengcheng nodded, and looked at the white-faced young man beside Luo Yan: "The Lingjing is delivered once every six months, and will be collected by the bell tower, is it okay?"

Luo Yan respectfully said: "I listen to Mr. Feng."

The white-faced young man called Bell Tower cupped his hands towards Luo Yan, and said teasingly: "Fellow Daoist Luo, please give me more advice in the future."

Luo Yan smiled lightly, and also bowed his hands towards the bell tower in response.

"Okay Bell Tower, you can send him out." Fengcheng became a little impatient.

Dealing with such trivial matters is simply wasting his precious training time.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, come with me."

……

Bell Tower sent Luo Yan out of Houtuzong Mountain Gate, then turned and left.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop..."

Luo Yan stood in the darkness, looking back at Houtuzong, narrowing his eyes slightly.

He just wants peace.

To practice peacefully, to run a small shop peacefully, to break through the fourth floor of the Starry Sky Tower peacefully.

But why is it so difficult?
"My Luo Yan's spirit crystal is so easy to get? One day, I will get it back with interest."

A mouthful of anger accumulated in Luo Yan's heart.

After taking a deep look at the direction of Fengcheng's cave, he suddenly turned his head and walked towards Ruiyu Pavilion.

The crisis in Ruiyu Pavilion was resolved.

But in the backyard of Ruiyu Pavilion, there is still one person that needs to be dealt with.

He is fast.

Only half an hour later, he came to the backyard of Ruiyu Pavilion and saw Mo Yurong who was thrown on the bed.

"Master, you're back? How do you deal with this bitch? Enjoy it and then destroy the body?" Seeing Luo Yan, Wan Hongcheng jumped up happily, his eyes burning hotly.

"Luo Yan, what do you want to do!"

Mo Yurong's pretty face turned pale.

She didn't expect that Luo Yan would dare to imprison her.

In particular, he also raised a mad dog like Wan Hongcheng.

She was not afraid of Luo Yan, but she was afraid of a mad dog like Wan Hongcheng from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't scream! This room is covered by formations, it's useless for you to scream." Wan Hongcheng stood behind Luo Yan, with a sneer on his face, a bit of a fake tiger's prestige.

Luo Yan ignored Wan Hongcheng.

He flexed his fingers, lifted the restraint on Mo Yurong, and said calmly, "You can go."

"Master, let her go so easily?"

"Can I really go?"

Both Wan Hongcheng and Mo Yurong looked surprised.

One is to feel sorry.

The other couldn't believe it.

Luo Yan looked at Mo Yurong, and said calmly: "I have met Mr. Feng, from now on, Ruiyu Pavilion belongs to Mr. Feng, and has nothing to do with you."

"You took refuge in Fengcheng?" Hearing this news, Mo Yurong's face changed a little, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It turns out that you have joined Fengcheng, no wonder you are so confident."

"But a dog is a dog, I want to touch you, you think Fengcheng will take care of your dog... ah!"

The voice did not fall.

Mo Yurong let out a scream.

The whole person flew into the distance like a cannonball, blood sprayed out, and half of his face was shattered.

"Humph. The elder of the Thick Earth Sect? I heard that Mo Tianwen was hit by the mid-stage cultivator who broke into the Thick Earth Sect four years ago, and only his head was left. He still hasn't recovered yet. You, a junior, dare to put on airs as an elder of the Houtu Sect?"

It was Wan Hongcheng who shot.

He laughed strangely, without any fear.

Others don't know the details of Mo Yurong, but a monk like him who has been in Houtu City for many years can't know it better.

If four years ago, with Mo Tianwen behind her, he would not dare to offend this chick.

But now, Mo Tianwen has been seriously injured, and with the imminent end, there are very few people whose strength has declined.

However, several of his opponents in the Houtu Sect made trouble and continued to target him, which made his situation worse and worse, and all the monks under his command had already fallen into a daze.

In the Houtu Sect, Mo Tianwen can still survive with his name as an elder.

But if he leaves the Houtu Sect, I don't know how many monks want his life.

Under such circumstances, Wan Hongcheng is naturally fearless.

He spoke contemptuously and sneered, obviously not paying attention to Mo Yurong.

Luo Yan was condescending, overlooking Mo Yurong who was lying in the ruins, and calmly said: "A slap, a small punishment, a big punishment, are you convinced?"

His eyes sparkled.

The power of the soul, comparable to that of a monk in the late stage of the divine infant, began to surge.

Taking advantage of Mo Yurong's grief and indignation, a trace of inner demon sneaked into his soul, and then hid himself.

Mo Yurong's eyes were red, and as she covered her broken face, her angry body kept trembling.

In her opinion.

Luo Yan is his subordinate.

But now, his subordinates have taken refuge in others.

The feeling of being betrayed was what she couldn't bear the most, and it was also the reason why she lost her mind.

but.

Wan Hongcheng's slap finally woke her up and made her realize the reality.

Her pride was shattered and trampled underfoot.

She felt ashamed and distraught.

There was a voice in her heart shouting, telling her to go all out and die with the two men in front of her.

can be final.

She stood up with difficulty, covered her face, lowered her head, and walked out silently.

"Wan Hongcheng... Fengcheng..."

Luo Yan and Wan Hongcheng flashed across her mind, her mind gradually twisted, and she finally thought of Fengcheng.

All of this was caused by Fengcheng.

If Fengcheng didn't target Ruiyu Pavilion, if Fengcheng sold her for face, how could she be looked down upon by Luo Yan and suffer such humiliation?
Bloodshot eyes appeared in her eyes.

The five fingers were also pinched white.

"When grandpa was not injured, how could Fengcheng not give me face? If Fengcheng gave me face, how could this little Yuandan realm monk dare to imprison me, betray me and slap me in the face?!"

"Strength! It's all about strength! If Grandpa can recover from his injuries, if I can break through the Divine Infant..."

Her eyes are crazy.

Unbeknownst to him, the inner demon in his soul began to grow rapidly.

(End of this chapter)