From Naruto, I became a god by hanging up

After a night of harmonious coexistence, Xia He no longer had the frivolous and charming look she had before. She was like an ignorant girl, blushing with shame.

Her heart beat as fast as a drum, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

However, despite the turbulent waves in her heart, Xia He still tried to stay calm.

Because of Xia He's ability, she was still a woman who had experienced the ups and downs, and would not easily expose her heart.

So, after being shy, she deliberately pretended to be hard-mouthed to hide her heartbeat.

She took out a few hundred yuan from her clothes and threw it to Xing Liu.

"Keep this money, then...ah!"

Before Xia He finished speaking, Xing Liu interrupted her spell.

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After that, Xing Liu took Xia He back to Zhang Chulan's residence.

Feng Baobao didn't feel anything special about this. She didn't even know much about these love affairs, and she still looked innocent.

However, Zhang Chulan almost popped his eyes out.

He never expected that Xia He, who was famous for her bone scraping knife, would be conquered like this.

Seeing her leaning against Xing Liu like a little bird, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

At the same time, the people of Quanxing also learned that their old nest had been raided, Lu Liang's arm was broken, and Xia He was taken away.

They were so angry that their mouths were crooked, but they could do nothing.

Because the Luotian Grand Ceremony was about to begin, they had no time to deal with these "small things".

As for whether the plan would be leaked, they were not too worried.

Because from the beginning, they had no intention of keeping their plan secret.

In their view, as long as they could create chaos and create opportunities for Gong Qing, all means were acceptable.

In this way, under the attention of the public, the Luotian Grand Ceremony began as scheduled.

Xingliu brought Xia He, Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan, and followed Xu San to this grand venue.

Unlike the original novel, since everyone in this world is a cultivator, there is no so-called circle of extraordinary people.

Therefore, this Luotian Grand Ceremony attracted more people to participate.

At this moment, Longhu Mountain is crowded with people and very lively.

Some come to join in the fun, some have ill intentions, and some really want to compete with each other.

They gathered here to witness the arrival of this grand event together.

In order to select the contestants, Longhu Mountain has also made sufficient preparations.

They set up something similar to a formation, covering the entire Longhu Mountain.

During the mountain climbing process, people with low cultivation and impure thoughts will be blocked by this formation.

Although this formation can only be used once, it is enough to eliminate 99% of people.

Xingliu and others naturally passed the test of the formation without any obstacles and successfully reached the top of the mountain.

At this time, the top of the mountain was also crowded with people and very lively.

In addition to the contestants who wanted to participate, there were many small vendors selling various items.

Although Longhu Mountain is a place for cultivating immortals, not everyone pursues immortality.

Therefore, this kind of secular atmosphere can be seen everywhere here.

Feng Baobao was attracted by the hawking of an old monk as in the original book.

She curiously approached and stretched out her hand for the old monk to read.

The old monk carefully looked at it for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he exclaimed loudly:

"The donor is really a heavenly person! He must be rich and live a long life!"

Feng Baobao nodded with satisfaction and said sincerely:

"Master monk, you are right. I have no other skills, but I can live."

Seeing Feng Baobao take the bait, the old monk was secretly happy.

He stood up, took out a string of red Buddhist beads from his arms, and said mysteriously:

"This is a string of red colored glass. My master took out the crystal core of the Fire Kirin after fighting it for 80,000 rounds. Today, I am giving it to you. You can take it home for only 998!"

When Feng Baobao heard this, his eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly:

"Wow!! So powerful, I want it, I want it!"

However, at this moment, a small thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky and hit the old monk accurately.

The old monk was so shocked that his bones softened and he fell to the ground with a "pop".

Fortunately, he was a monk and had no hair, otherwise he would have a real afro now.

The middle-aged Taoist priest at the side walked out slowly, his mouth slightly raised, and muttered to himself:

"You are selling Buddhist things in my Taoist place. Aren't you looking down on me, Zhang Zhiwei? If you want to sell, you should go to the foot of the mountain. Isn't it ruining the place here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundingThe crowd burst into laughter.

The old monk got up from the ground in a mess and left the top of the mountain in disgrace.

Feng Baobao looked at the old monk's back with disappointment. She seemed to really want to buy the string of Buddhist beads that were praised as magical.

At the same time, Zhang Chulan's face became extremely solemn.

He just heard that the Taoist priest called himself Zhang Zhiwei, and this name caused a huge wave in his mind.

As far as he knew, Zhang Zhiwei was at least over a hundred years old, but the man in front of him looked only thirty or forty years old at most.

Such a contrast made Zhang Chulan feel unbelievable.

While he was trying to digest this shocking news, Zhang Zhiwei had already walked in front of them.

He looked Zhang Chulan up and down, and a glimmer of relief flashed in his eyes:

"So many years have passed, and I didn't expect that the grandson of the big-eared thief has grown up so big. That guy liked to hide since he was a child. It seems that his grandson has inherited his character."

Zhang Chulan was shocked when he heard these words.

He asked in a trembling voice: "You...you are the old Taoist priest?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded slightly, his voice revealing a sense of vicissitudes and majesty:

"After so many years, you must have suffered a lot."