Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 209
Ying Liantian was silent, and no one in the entire meeting was talking, especially those monks who said he was dissatisfied, all of them were blushing at the moment, wishing to find a hole in the ground to get in.

Intermission time.

Everyone in the venue was talking about Zhen Youcai.

This is even more the case here for Yang Fan, he is surrounded by people at the moment, they are all asking about his relationship with Zhen Youcai, some even want to use his hand to curry favor with Zhen Youcai.

However, some monks questioned it, saying that he was carrying a dead mouse in his chest, but he acted as a hunter.

In short, everyone has it.

puff!
All of a sudden, I don't know which bastard farted violently.

Yang Fan was so scared that he teleported away.

"???"

Everyone was stunned.

"Hiss, teleport!? He's actually a Nascent Soul Realm senior?" A monk was shocked, and took a sharp breath of air mixed with farts.

The same is true for other monks, who sucked all the farts in a few strokes.

In short, they are a group of little angels who care about the environment.

On the other side, Yang Fan teleported to the rest area of ​​the Artifact Sect.

"Ah Cai, great job, you really didn't disappoint the owner of this island. In short, continue to work hard and try to get the first place!" Yang Fan patted Zhen Youcai on the shoulder, encouraged him earnestly, and then plunged into the rest Sit down on a chair in the lounge area.

He took out the ice soul brew and drank it alone.

At this time, King Lu Mao came in, secretly took out a storage bag and stuffed it into Yang Fan's arms, "Young Daoyou, Youcai is really a good seedling, thank you very much for taking care of me during this time, a little care is not enough to respect .”

Hearing this, Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at King Lu Mao, smacked his lips while pinching the storage bag, "Sect Master Lu, what are you doing here? Ah Cai is my man, taking care of him is always a problem. It should be, thank you anyway, I accept this intention."

King Lu Mao was taken aback for a moment, then blushed anxiously, he didn't know what to say for a while, his intention just now was very obvious, he just wanted to keep Zhen Youcai.

But I didn't expect that the other party not only didn't agree, but also shamelessly accepted the red envelope he sent, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

I lost my wife and lost my army!
You must know that there are a total of 1000 million high-grade spirit stones in the storage bag!
How could Yang Fan not understand what he meant.

Hehe, you want to take away the talents cultivated by the island owner with one word?

Get drunk!

In short, don't look at it, this King Lu Mao and him are plastic friendship.

"Yang Daoyou, what I meant just now..." Lu Maowang was a little unwilling, and explained.

"Hehe, I can understand what Sect Master Lu means. Don't worry, Ah Cai won't suffer if you follow me." Yang Fan interrupted Lu Maowang, and after he finished speaking, he shook the jug and asked, "Two mouthfuls? You're so energetic." Already!"

King Lu Mao twitched his face, shook his head and refused, he had found out, but the other party just pretended to understand, and was playing sloppy with him here.

No, Zhen Youcai had to stay.

So he decided to go straight to the showdown.

"Young fellow Daoist..."

As soon as he called out his name, Yang Fan closed his eyes and snored while holding the jug.

Seeing this, Lu Maowang's mentality was about to explode, so he pretended to be sleeping and pretended to be more professional.

"Hehe, then Fellow Daoist Yang rests first."

As King Lu Mao walked out of the rest camp, Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, smiled meanly, and took a sip from the flagon.

Beautiful!
……

The intermission ended quickly, and the second game suddenly started.

There were 5000 participants this time.

The form of the competition is no longer to compete for refining weapons, but to repair spiritual weapons.

These incomplete spiritual weapons are all ninth-grade Mysterious Rank, and they are all three-attribute spiritual weapons that are extremely difficult to repair...Spirit Gathering Umbrella.

As for the standard, it is determined by the degree of repair, and 70.00% is the qualified standard. In short, the higher the degree of repair, the better.

"Difficult, it is too difficult!" A monk shook his head and sighed.

Not to mention that the qualification standard is too high, and it is extremely difficult to repair the Gathering Spirit Umbrella. As far as the qualification standard alone is concerned, more than half of the contestants will be eliminated directly based on this alone.

In the end, there will be at most 500 people who can reach the qualification standard. At best, if it is at worst, if 300 people can pass, it will be Amitabha.

"The second match begins!" Ying Liantian said suddenly.

After the words were closed, all the contestants started to fight.

Some people picked up the gathering spirit umbrella and repaired it indiscriminately. In short, the repair was over.

The other part is studying the Spirit Gathering Umbrella in detail, apparently to understand the structure and main damage of the Spirit Soldiers.

There are also a small number of people who are holding the spirit gathering umbrella in a daze, not knowing what to do at all.

Repair spirit soldiers?

Damn, Master didn't teach these things back then!
On the other side, the gambling game at the venue appeared again, and the monks placed bets one after another.

The gamble that Yang Fan had bet on before had also started, but without Yang Fan, the local tyrant, the whole gamble lost its soul, which was not interesting.

Refining sect rest area.

Yang Fan drank the ice soul wine, looked around, suddenly, he saw a familiar face not far away, and the other person was also looking at him at the moment, even waving excitedly and walking towards him.

"Inquire about it!?"

Yang Fan smacked his lips, wondering how he met this guy.

Soon, Bao Dingting came over, but was stopped by a disciple of the Artifact Sect.

"Stop, this is the rest area of ​​the Artifact Refining Sect, no one else is allowed to enter."

"My dear friend, that brother Niu and I are good friends, and now I have something very important to talk to him about, please be accommodating." Bao asked, pointing to Yang Fan who was sitting in the lounge.

"You said Senior Yang is your good friend?" The Artifact Refining Sect disciple looked in the direction Bao Diwen was pointing at, and then his face twitched, bragging like a mother would not write a draft.

"No, no one can enter without the suzerain's oral order. I advise you to leave here quickly!"

"Brother, what I said is true, I..."

"Let him in!" At this moment, Yang Fan's voice suddenly came.

After hearing this, the Artifact Refining Sect disciple let him go.

Bao asked about Yixi, and hurriedly trotted into the rest area of ​​the Artifact Sect.

King Lu Mao frowned, and continued to watch the competition on the competition stage.

"Brother Niu, I'm here to bring you news, and there's evidence." Bao asked furtively and stabbed Yang Fan's shoulder, then, with his back on his back, secretly took out a scented, Something like a handkerchief.

"What is this? A handkerchief?" Yang Fan was taken aback, grabbed it and held it up.

Not to mention, the material is very soft, and you can tell that it is made of high-quality materials. The only strange thing is, why does the handkerchief have a ribbon? ?
It was suspected that the handkerchief was too eye-catching, and the demon saint sitting on the judging table happened to look at it, and suddenly saw the thing that Yang Fan held up high, her delicate body shook violently.

"Brother Niu, you're crazy!" Bao Wenwen was so frightened that he quickly pressed Yang Fan's hand down, "This is the apron of the Holy Maiden of the Demon Royal Family, what kind of handkerchief..."

"Fuck, what the hell are you talking about?" Yang Fan was muttering in his heart why the handkerchief was so unique, but after hearing what Bao asked, he was taken aback for a moment, and then threw the thing back in fright .

special!
Labor and management said that this thing is so strangely long.

While smacking his lips, he couldn't help smelling his hands, and then turned his gaze to the judges' platform.

I saw that the two eyes happened to meet the extremely angry demon saint.

"???"

He was stunned for two seconds, and panicked, especially after remembering what he did just now, he was so frightened that he hurriedly looked back guiltily.

What the hell, jumping into the Yellow River now can't clean it up.

No, the owner of this island will not take the blame!
At the same time, Bao Dingting also noticed it, and secretly turned his head to glance at the judges' stand. After seeing the angry eyes of the demon saint, his body trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.

"Brother Niu, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving!" As he spoke, he decisively threw the apron in his hand to Yang Fan, and then teleported away abruptly.

"Damn it!?" Yang Fan looked at the things in his arms, and then looked at the package that had disappeared in a teleportation, and suddenly he was a little confused.

"This thing can teleport!?"

　"Corpse of Immortals"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)