Because I'm Afraid Of Pain, I Put All My Defenses On

Inside the holy city, in the palace of the city lord.

Li Xiaobai was swimming in the bathhouse, scooping up a lot of wool from the first battlefield, feeling very happy.

"Li Xiaoyou's bathhouse is really comfortable. After soaking for two days in a row, the spiritual power in his body increased as fast as the last month's penance. This kind of existence is better than those of the famous spiritual springs."

"If such a bathhouse is built in the sect, I am afraid that within a hundred years, it will be able to gain a firm foothold on the Fairy Continent and become one of the top forces."

Song Que has been full of praise for the bathhouse these two days. The spiritual power in his body has risen sharply. This feeling of rapid improvement in cultivation makes him feel as if he has returned to the feeling when he was young. As simple as that, it's just that in the end, each step of improvement requires a huge price.

Now this opportunity to improve his cultivation for free made him feel unreal.

In this world, there is such a magical treasure!

"Hehe, if senior likes it, I will build a bathhouse specially for senior in the future. It will definitely be better than the effect here."

Li Xiaobai laughed.

The improvement speed of Tang Neng Yipin depends on how simple the bathhouse is. The simpler the building, the worse the effect will be. It's growing like a rocket.

"This bathhouse is not bad. It won't be troublesome to get one for the old beggar later. Let's build it in the Holy Demon Sect."

The old beggar also came up to him with a smile, and his expression was a bit wretched.

"The old man doesn't shake Bilian, you don't care about martial arts, what face do you have to beg for a bathhouse?"

"Li Xiaoyou's bathhouse was built for me, it's not for you, get out!"

A flash of anger flashed in Song Que's eyes, and he snorted coldly.

"Hehe, Lao Song, which one of us is with whom? It's just a bathhouse. Since you want it, the old beggar will give it to you as a favor!"

The old beggar waved his hand and said very generously.

Song Que's nose was going to be twisted by anger, and he was sent by this old thing before the bathhouse was built.

Accepting other people's love in vain, isn't this taking advantage of oneself?

"Report!"

"City Lord Mei and City Lord Wang are asking to meet outside the hall!"

Outside the hall, the monk who came to report said loudly that the frequency of reports has been quite high recently, after all, it is a troubled time.

Li Xiaobai's eyes lit up.

"Hehe, it seems that there is a problem with the shops in the first battlefield. They can't find a solution, so they want to come to the holy city to find out."

"Well, Mr. Li is a godsend, please invite the two city lords to come in and talk about it!"

Yang Guang is also in a good mood, which can make the first and second battlefields deflated, which is rare.

"Everyone is very elegant, but now that Roshan is about to recover, is it a bit slack in doing so?"

At the door, Mei Changqing and Wang Guan walked in slowly, and the scene in front of them made them frown.

The steaming heat, the comfortable bathhouse, and the entire meeting hall have changed. The seriousness and tension that came a few days ago are all gone now, and there are only salty fish and laziness.

"It turns out that the Lord of Meicheng is here. I will not slack off waiting. I believe the two of you have heard some rumors about the Holy City. We are cultivating non-stop."

Yang Guang said with a smile. "Hehe, my city lord has indeed heard that the holy city has completely changed its appearance. Now it seems that it has indeed changed, becoming lazy, and smoothed by the world of flowers."

Mei Changqing sneered.

"This bathhouse and Huazi, the city lord believes that they are essentially harmful substances to monks. On the surface, they can indeed improve the cultivation of monks, but as time goes by, monks will have a strong sense of dependence on them. In the future, if The supply exceeds the demand, do monks still practice, do they still want to go to the battlefield?"

"Tang Neng Yipin and Liangpin Shop are subtly killing the fighting spirit of the monks, and are gradually simplifying the way for monks to improve their cultivation. Mr. Li's move is to monopolize the cultivation market of all monks. In the future, as long as the monks want to If you want to cultivate, you will definitely find it to buy the corresponding resources."

"Mr. Li has a good plan, but it's a pity that my city lord saw through your purpose at a glance. I came here today for the formula. The formula for such an important thing must not be in the hands of a man with a wicked heart like you."

Mei Changqing gave a long speech, and he couldn't help but label Li Xiaobai as a monk who wasted his will.

"Where are you talking about, City Lord Mei? In the next step, I am thinking of the monks in the world. Whether it is Huazi or the bathhouse, they are all built to improve the strength of the monks so that they can deal with Roshan more calmly on the battlefield."

"Having such resources, instead of being grateful, City Lord Mei took a bite back. I really don't know what his intentions are?"

"The monks are slack and their edges and corners have been smoothed. Shouldn't this be a review by the city master? If there is a problem with the will of his subordinates, it is naturally because the city master has not disciplined him well. The city master Mei should not understand this, right?"

Li Xiaobai narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly.

This Mei Changqing is not a fuel-efficient lamp. She actually wants her own formula as soon as she comes up.

"The subordinates of the city lord will naturally teach them a lesson, but this holy city is the core of the frontier, and such a place for playing with things and losing one's mind has been established. As the city lord of the first battlefield, the city lord must not sit idly by. Today, Mr. Li can only deal with it. If you come up with the formula, there is no other way to go."

Mei Changqing said slowly.

Wang Guan on the side showed his edge very cooperatively, and the powerful coercion swept over him. This is the unique aura belonging to the peak monks in the Mahayana period.

His cultivation base is much weaker than that of Mei Changqing, but he is also a top existence.

"Who are you with?"

"It's not easy to be arrogant here!"

"Ma De, the old beggar didn't even get the formula, but you two young people came to grab it, you can't shake Bilian!"

In the bathhouse, the same two shocking auras rushed straight into the sky. The eyes of Song Que and the old beggar flashed with brilliance, and the divine light exuded a breathtaking light, staring straight at the two people in front of them.

In just a moment, Wang Guan felt as if his body was pressed against a cliff of ten thousand tons, unable to move.

A frightened light flashed in his eyes, and his attention was focused on Yang Guang and Li Xiaobai just now, but he didn't notice that there were actually two real gods sitting in the corner of the pool!

"It's you, how did you get out of trouble, you should be trapped deep in the frontier at this moment!"

"Who, who went to the frontier, who released you!"

Mei Changqing had a storm in his heart. It was he who personally imprisoned the old man Tianwu in the depths of the border, suppressing him forcefully with formations, and there was no possibility of him getting out of trouble by himself.

At this moment, he would actually be sitting in the bathhouse in the holy city, looking at himself with a smile!

A creepy feeling swept through my body...