Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 70
"Mysterious Lingmi? Master Yang is serious?"

Everyone in the sects shuddered, especially Mr. Yao, who always took the lead. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he stood up and said proudly, "Master Yang, I want these two thousand catties of black-grade dragon tooth rice in Kunlun."

Local tyrant, this old man is definitely a local tyrant, he is worthy of being from a first-class sect, but his tone is different, generous, I like it.

Yang Fan suppressed his excitement, waved his hand and took out the two thousand catties of longya rice accumulated during this period of time from the storage.

With the appearance of Dragon Tooth Rice, the main hall of the Yin Lingzong was filled with a refreshing fragrance in an instant.

All the sects lost their minds for a moment, closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the fragrance, only Yang Fan chewed the Shuiyang sugar cane one by one.

The sound of baji baji echoed in the hall~

"Dragon Qi?" Mr. Yao was the first to wake up, his eyes flashed, he quickly glanced at the others, took out the storage bag and threw it in front of Yang Fan with a thunderous speed, then waved his hand, and was about to take away the two thousand catties of dragon When he was teething, a sword light suddenly shot out.

Mr. Yao dodged sideways, turned his head to look, and stared fiercely, "Chi Xiao, how dare you attack me? Are you trying to cause Kunlun to start a war with Wan Jianmen?"

"Mr. Yao is serious. Such precious Lingmi is really rare. I'm afraid that even if I don't stop you, other fellow Taoists won't just watch you take it away?" Chi Xiao held the sword box, his face indifferent Looking at Mr. Yao.

"That's right, why are you exclusive to Kunlun for such a precious Lingmi? Could it be that the sect sitting here can't afford the money?" Jian Renqiang, who hadn't spoken for a long time, squinted at Mr. Yao and snorted coldly.

"That's right, seeing that I have a share, I will buy... 20 catties." At the bottom of the main hall, the second of the Seven Little Fortunes of Mount King Kong stammered.

Mr. Yao stared at him, and Er Fu turned pale in fright, and quickly shut up.

"This dragon tooth rice costs 300 catties to Hongmen, so today I, Tie Xiong, will leave the words here. If anyone dares to stop me, I will let him know why the flowers are so popular. I Tie Xiong said, do it if you don't accept it! "

"Yes, I have to carry 300 catties on my back."

"Same as above."

"Dreaming." Mr. Yao cast a cold glance at the crowd, and was about to collect the dragon tooth rice with a wave of his hand, when he saw a row of tables slammed by the real Puhui, who could not bear it any longer.

"Old man Yao, I've been putting up with you for a long time, look at the trick!" While speaking, the real Puhui swung his sleeve robe and stabbed out with a sword, directly attacking Mr. Yao's vitals.

"Puhui old woman, how dare you!" Mr. Yao shouted loudly, and raised his hand with a big yellow seal to condense the void.

boom!
The spirit sword collided with the big yellow seal, ripples spread, and a wave of air spread.

The hall seemed to have been devastated by a tornado and became a mess.

"Old man, how dare you call me an old woman? Madam, I will strike you to death today!" Puhui Daoist was furious, and directly made a desperate posture, swinging the spirit sword to strike again.

Seeing this, Yin Lingzi trembled violently, and quickly persuaded, "You two have something to say, please don't use force, if you really can't do it, can you go out and fight?"

"Puhui old lady, today is the big day for the Yin Lingzong, let's go out and fight!" Mr. Yao waved his hand as he spoke, and was about to take the opportunity to take away the dragon tooth rice.

"Nimma, you dare to play Long Yami's idea, and eat me with a golden fist." Seeing this, Tie Xiong rushed over with a punch.

boom!
This punch didn't find anything, but instead pierced a hole in the floor of the main hall.

"Tie Xiong, do you dare to attack me?" Mr. Yao was about to explode in anger.

"Everyone, I beg you, go out and fight, I can't stand your tossing here!" Yin Lingzi was heartbroken, what is this damn thing called, they were all here to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony, how could you? Has Ma suddenly turned into a martial arts competition?

"Old man Yao, I'm too hungry and thirsty for my Zhan Cang Sword. If it's a man, I'll come out." Jian Renqiang raised his middle finger and gestured towards Mr. Yao, before flying out of the hall.

"Wow, the bitch is strong!" Mr. Yao stomped his feet angrily, and quickly chased him out.

"Old man Yao, where are you running for my old lady?" Pratt Hui chased after him holding a sword.

"And I, Iron Bear!"

After a few people left, the hall instantly returned to calm, all the sects looked at me, and I looked at you.

Especially Yin Lingzi, who is about to kill someone at this moment.

Go, go, go!

Yang Fan looked so calm that he chewed the sugar cane of Shuiyang, spat out the dregs, broke off a piece and handed it to Yin Lingzi.

"Sect Master Yin calm down, come, chew one to calm down."

Yin Lingzi glanced at Yang Fan, how could he be in the mood to chew this thing now, and when he was about to reject Yang Fan's kindness, he was afraid that the refusal would cause the other party's discomfort, so he quickly took it after thinking about it.

I sniffed it curiously, then took a small bite.

Go, go, go!

"This..." Yin Lingzi trembled, looked at the Shuiyang sugarcane in his hand, and then at Yang Fan who was babbling.

"Calm down." Yang Fan vomited.

Under the stage, the Seven Little Fortunes of King Kong Mountain.

"Brother, now is a great time for our Seven Little Fortunes of Mount King Kong to make a name for themselves in the world of cultivators. You order it! Brothers, listen to you." Sanfu whispered.

Dafu pondered solemnly for a few seconds, and then slammed the table, "It's done, brothers, punish him!"

The Seven Little Fortunes of King Kong Mountain rushed out and participated in the battle for their honor!

Seeing this, everyone quickly followed out.

At this moment, a pot of porridge was being fought outside the main hall, and several foundation-establishing monks from first- and second-rate sects who had been watching from the sidelines also joined in.

The fighting became more and more chaotic, and it was difficult to distinguish each other. In short, they fought as soon as they saw anyone, and there was no need to discuss it.

And the most speechless thing is that Yang Fan actually saw Feng Tuzi take out his weapon, and he was eager to participate in it.

Half an hour later, the battle was coming to an end.

Seeing this, Longhushan Xu Yizui took the opportunity to step forward.

"Everyone, if you have something to say, I have a suggestion. How about we share the two thousand catties of dragon tooth rice equally? Otherwise, when will the fight continue? Besides, today is the ancestor worship ceremony of the Yin Lingzong, I think You all should know what it means, right?" Xu Yizui deliberately lengthened the word "ancestor worship" when persuading him.

When Mr. Yao and the others heard this, they immediately stopped, looked at each other unconvinced, and put away their weapons with stern faces.

"Hehe, that's right." Xu Yizui laughed, turned around and saluted Yang Fan, "Master Yang, what do you think of my proposal just now?"

Go, go, go!

"I have no objection. Just give me the spirit stone. You can do anything else." Yang Fan said indifferently.

"Okay." Xu Yizui was overjoyed, and started to share the dragon tooth rice on his own initiative, and the others didn't have any opinions, even if they had, they were helpless.

Until the Seven Little Fortunes of Mount Kumgang, Er Fu looked at the 20 catties of dragon tooth rice in his hand, his face froze for a moment, and then he asked, "Daoist Xu, why do you all have 200 catties of first-rate and second-rate sects, and we small sects only have 10 catties?" [-] catties?"

"My fellow daoist, you should be content, it's not bad to have these 10 catties for you." Xu Yizui shook his head and said.

"Go to Nima, labor and capital are not satisfied, brothers, punish him!" Dafu stared, blasted the drinking room, rolled up his sleeves and was about to start working again.

At this time, Mr. Yao put away the dragon tooth rice, turned his head and glanced coldly at the seven little blessings of Mount King Kong, and finally cast his eyes on Erfu.

"Is this footprint on my chest left by you?"

"Ahem, alright, alright, the ancestor worship ceremony is about to begin, everyone, please give my suzerain a face, if you have any grievances, let's talk about it after it's over, okay?" Yin Lingzi spat, and Yang bagasse hurriedly came forward to persuade him .

"Hmph, today is for Sect Master Yin's sake." Mr. Yao shook off the footprints on his chest with spiritual power.

"Nimma, when the ancestor worship is over, don't even think about leaving the Yinling Sect, you old bastard!"

"_" All sects.

　ticket~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)