I'm afraid of pain, so I put all my defense into it.

In the holy city, in the city lord's mansion.

Li Xiaobai was wandering in the bathhouse, and he was very happy after getting a lot of money from the first battlefield.

"Little friend Li's bathhouse is really comfortable. After soaking for two days, the speed of the increase in spiritual power in the body is equivalent to a month of hard practice. This kind of existence is better than the spiritual springs of those famous sects."

"If such a bathhouse is built in the sect, it is likely that within a hundred years, it will be able to gain a foothold in the fairyland and join the ranks of the top forces."

Song Que has been full of praise for the bathhouse in the past two days. The spiritual power in his body has increased significantly. This feeling of rapid improvement in cultivation makes him feel like he has returned to his youth. At that time, he was a genius, and cultivation was as simple as eating and drinking. However, later, every step of improvement required a huge price.

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

There is such a magical treasure in this world!

"Haha, if you like it, I will build a bathhouse for you in the future. It will definitely be better than here."

Li Xiaobai laughed.

The speed of the first-class soup energy for the cultivation depends on the simplicity of the bathhouse. The simpler the construction, the worse the effect. On the contrary, the more magnificent the bathhouse is, the faster the spiritual power of the cultivator will be improved.

"This bathhouse is good. I will build one for the old beggar later. It's not troublesome. I will build it in the Holy Demon Sect."

The old beggar also came up with a smile, and his expression was a little obscene.

"Old man, you don't have martial ethics. How dare you ask for a bathhouse?"

"Li Xiaoyou's bathhouse was built for me. You have no share. Get out!"

Song Que's eyes flashed with anger, and he snorted coldly.

"Haha, Old Song, we are no match for each other. It's just a bathhouse. Since you want it, I will do you a favor and give it to you!"

The old beggar waved his hand and said generously.

Song Que was so angry at this time. Because of this old man's trouble, the bathhouse has not been built yet, but it has become a gift from him.

Isn't it taking advantage of yourself to accept someone's favor for nothing?

"Report!"

"City Lord Mei and City Lord Wang are asking for an audience outside the hall!"

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

Li Xiaobai's eyes lit up.

"Haha, it seems that there is a problem with the store 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 very good at predicting things. Please invite the two city lords to come in and have a chat!"

Yang Guang was also in a good mood. It was rare to make the first and second battlefields suffer.

"You are all in a good mood, but now that the meat mountain is about to revive, isn't it a bit slack to be so?"

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

The steaming hot air, the comfortable bathhouse, the whole meeting hall has changed. The seriousness and tension when they came a few days ago are now gone, and there is only laziness and laziness.

"It turns out that City Lord Mei is here. We are not slacking off. I believe you have heard some rumors about the Holy City. We are practicing all the time."

Yang Guang said with a smile.

"Haha, this city lord has indeed heard that the Holy City has completely changed. Now it seems that it has indeed changed, becoming lazy and having its edges smoothed by the world of pleasure."

Mei Changqing sneered.

"This bathhouse and Huazi, in my opinion, are harmful to the cultivators. On the surface, they can indeed improve the cultivation of the cultivators, but over time, the cultivators will develop a strong sense of dependence on them. If the supply is insufficient to meet the demand in the future, will the cultivators still practice and go to the battlefield?"

"Tangneng Yipin and Liangpin Shop are subtly wearing down the cultivators' fighting spirit and gradually simplifying the way for the cultivators to improve their cultivation. Mr. Li's move is to monopolize the cultivation market of all cultivators. In the future, as long as the cultivators want to practice, they will definitely buy the corresponding resources from them."

"Mr. Li has a good plan, but it's a pity that this city lord saw through your purpose at a glance. I came here today for the formula. The formula of such an important thing must not be in the hands of people like you who have bad intentions."

Mei Changqing made a long speech and accused Li Xiaobai of wearing down the cultivators' will without any explanation.

"What are you saying, City Lord Mei? I am thinking about all the cultivators in the world. Whether it is Huazi or the bathhouse, they are all for improving the cultivators' strength so that they can fight better.The field can deal with the meat mountain more calmly. "

"With such resources, City Lord Mei is not grateful, but bites back. I really don't know what his intention is?"

"The monks are lazy and their edges are smoothed. Shouldn't the city lord reflect on this? There is a problem with the will of his subordinates. Naturally, the city lord has not disciplined them well. City Lord Mei should understand this, right?"

Li Xiaobai narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

This Mei Changqing is not a good person. He actually wanted his own formula right away. It's simply a robbery and too domineering.

"The subordinates of this city lord will naturally be taught a lesson, but this holy city is the core of the frontier. It actually built such a place of playfulness. As the city lord of the first battlefield, this city lord must not sit idly by. Today, Mr. Li has no choice but to hand over the formula. There is no other way. "

Mei Changqing said slowly.

Wang Guan on the side cooperated very well and showed his edge. The powerful pressure swept over, which was the unique aura of the peak cultivator of the Mahayana period.

His cultivation was much weaker than Mei Changqing, but he was also a top existence.

"Who are you with?"

"It's no use being arrogant here!"

"Damn, the old beggar didn't get the formula, and you two young people came to grab it, you are so shameless! "

In the bathhouse, two shocking auras also rushed straight into the sky. Song Que and the old beggar's eyes flashed with brilliance, and their divine auras emitted 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 on a cliff weighing tens of thousands of tons, unable to move.

There was a flash of fear in his eyes. His attention was on Yang Guang and Li Xiaobai just now, and he hadn't noticed that there were two true gods sitting in the corner of the pool!

"It's you, how did you escape? You should be trapped deep in the border now!"

"Who is it, who went to the border, who let you out!"

Mei Changqing's heart was in turmoil. He was the one who imprisoned the old man Tianwu in the depths of the border with his own hands, and forcibly suppressed him with a formation. There was no possibility of him escaping by himself.

At this moment, he was sitting in the bathhouse of the Holy City, smiling at himself!

A creepy feeling swept over his body...