The Great Master of Picking Up Girls

Bathed in countless scorching, loving, and expectant gazes, Zhen Huiyun felt the heavy pressure even though she had been prepared in her heart, and realized for the first time how powerful her own charm was.

She glanced around the monks on and off the stage with her beautiful talking eyes, and said, "Fellow Taoists, thank you for coming so far... What I want to explain to you is that although I have some ideas about finding a Taoist companion I intend to, but I don’t intend to use martial arts to recruit relatives, it’s because of fate, if I have feelings for someone, then he is my Taoist companion..."

This is basically a lie, she just wants to lure her benefactor Zhang Handong to come out, if she achieves her goal, she just needs to marry Qiufeng to Zhang Handong, and then give him some treasures that she has prepared. , as long as he shows up, she will have the opportunity to continue to repay his favor.

She never thought of marrying herself to Zhang Handong. This way of repaying her kindness is too stupid. After all, she doesn't know him. It's not Qiufeng's kind of beauty who is a little careless and goes straight to the end.

However, all the monks believed it, and they were all extremely excited. The number one beauty in the secret realm of the Taoist sect was about to marry, but they didn't know which one was the lucky one, or how to be lucky with her.

Instead of competing in martial arts to recruit relatives, it is more popular with everyone. After all, there are too many monks with low cultivation bases, even the ninth-level cultivation base of the Patriarch of Picking Up Girls. super master.

Therefore, the monks in the audience applauded wildly and cheered loudly, and the voice did not stop for a long time.

Zhen Huiyun stretched out her glamorous plain hands to press down, and everyone stopped clamoring.

She glanced around the monks again with a smile, and said in a crisp voice: "Why don't I just talk about the rules of the ginseng and fruit feast here. I invited some monks who have found their own way. They deserve to be able to prolong their lifespan and break through the bottleneck." ginseng fruit, and the remaining ginseng fruit is not too much, I will give one or two as appropriate to each sect..."

At this moment, a black cloud flew from the sky like lightning, and there were [-] ninth-level masters of the Patriarch of Picking Up Girls standing on it, and the four people standing in front exuded a powerful aura.

When the black cloud landed on the ring, the monk on the far left in front said coldly in a sharp voice: "I don't agree with this method of distributing the ginseng fruit. We have to follow the method of our Demon Sect."

His name is Moshi, the deputy head of the Momen, and a super master who has found his own way.Once a Demon Sect cultivator is selected as the Deputy Sect Master or Elder, he will be given the surname Demon.This is a great honor, and any demon cultivator surnamed Mo is a great supernatural power cultivator.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The ninth-level expert of the patriarch of picking up girls from the seven secret realms shot onto the stage like a sharp arrow, standing behind the master of the seven gates, watching the monks of the magic sect who came suddenly.

None of the monks from the Zombie Dynasty came (because of Zombie King Zhang Dong, even though the Taoist sect has a bad relationship with the Zombie Dynasty, they have already sent invitations instead of Zhen Huiyun), and I don't know why.

And since there is a lack of ninth-level monks of the patriarch of picking girls in the zombie secret realm, there are even fewer monks of the ninth-level patriarch of picking girls in the seven secret realms. There are only about 100 of them. An accident happened.

Therefore, it really pales in comparison to the 300 ninth-level patriarchs of the Momen.

"This is our decent ginseng fruit feast, and it has nothing to do with your Demon Sect. Why do you follow your distribution method?" Long Tongjiang, the number one master of decent sect, looked at Demon Time with fearful eyes, and said in a cold tone.

The rest of the monks also looked angry, and their hearts were filled with monstrous anger.

Especially Zhen Huiyun, whose delicate body kept trembling with anger.

Since history, every time a ginseng and fruit feast is held, the Demon Gate has never been invited, and the Demon Gate has never appeared, but today, the Demon Gate is obviously going to have a foot in it.

In fact, during the period when the ginseng fruit tree was bearing fruit, Momen did not lose the flying stick, which contained more than 3000 kinds of heaven and earth elixir, so naturally there was no need to peek at the ginseng fruit.

After the flying stick was lost, the ginseng fruit tree stopped bearing fruit, and the two sides lived in peace.

Now the ginseng fruit is suddenly fruiting again. Although the monks of the Demon Sect generally don't eat the heaven and earth elixir directly, they like to use the heaven and earth elixir to cultivate intelligent creatures, and then they eat intelligent creatures.

But ginseng fruit is the spiritual root of heaven and earth, the top-level elixir of heaven and earth, which can repair the hidden wounds in the body, and is of great help to break through to the master of picking up girls. It is too precious, and the demon monks can also get huge benefits by taking it directly. Naturally, they want to share a piece of the pie .

Mo Shishi showed a murderous aura soaring to the sky, and said proudly: "Why? Of course it is because of the powerful strength of our Momen."

All the decent monks screamed with anger, but no one dared to attack, because the magic time was telling the truth, the magic gate is more than ten times stronger than the decent ones, if a war breaks out, in just one day, the masters of the seven secret realms will be killed by the magic gate There was no one left in the massacre.

However, Zhen Huiyun couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "This is the ginseng fruit that I cultivated, not your Demon Sect's. I can give it to whoever I want!"

The magic time laughed and said: "My Lord, our magic school never talks about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and never talks about rules. What we talk about is strength and means. Don't say such useless words. Now let me explain the ginseng fruit. distribution plan."

"Hey..." The three hundred Demon Sect monks laughed strangely at the same time, each of them exuded a monstrous aura, combined together, it really changed the color of the world and made people terrified.

Ming Kong, the master of the Buddhist sect, said sarcastically: "Moshi, you really have no shame at all."

Moshi looked at Mingkong with eyes like looking at a dead person, and said murderously: "Mingkong, I think you are impatient to live. To tell you the truth, in the eyes of our magic sect, you are decent like cattle and sheep. You can be slaughtered, the reason why we didn’t kill and eat you all is because we don’t want to dry up the marsh and fish, but if some of you want to be clowns, we don’t mind killing and eating them.”

After finishing speaking, a talisman that looked like an old-fashioned clock suddenly appeared in his left hand, and a suffocating breath came out. Everyone's heart stopped beating, and their faces showed pain.

In the audience, many monks even fell down, bleeding from their seven orifices, dying.

This magic weapon is called the Life Clock, and it is the natal magic weapon of the Way of Time. It is extremely terrifying. It can stop the enemy's heart from beating, and it can also freeze the enemy, leaving him in a nightmare-like situation where he cannot struggle out.

"Stop!" Long Tongjiang yelled sharply as he had the deepest cultivation base and was not affected too much.

"A group of cattle and sheep, I can kill them all with a flick of my fingers, but I don't want to waste food, so I will spare you once." Mo Shi said contemptuously, and the life clock in his hand disappeared.

Only then did the hearts of all the people resume beating, fear and panic were written on their faces, and the monks in the audience began to retreat like a tide. If they stayed here to watch the fun, one bad thing would bring disaster to the fish in the pond, and they would die miserably.