Immortal Cultivation Simulation: Tongtian Sword Master

"I have seen Master."

The woman was expressionless and said coldly.

This woman was wearing a simple and elegant blue and white cultivator robe, her fair face glowed with a faint rosy luster under the sunlight.

Her eyes, nose, and lips are like a fairy in a painting, born extremely perfectly.

It's just... At this moment, her expression is a little numb.

In the crystal clear pupils, there was a disregard for everything.

"Is she Wan Mingyue?"

Lin Chen looked up and down, recalling the various experiences he had with Wan Mingyue during the previous simulation, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It was hard for him to imagine that Wan Mingyue, who had been with him during the simulation, would be such an iceberg beauty in front of him who was not close to strangers.

"Good! Really good!"

"Junior Sister, the disciple you trained is much better than Chen'er! Look, this temperament, and this cultivation base, Chen'er is completely incomparable."

Xuan Yangzi turned on the praise mode and praised Wan Mingyue.

After doing this operation, Lin Chen could hear Lin Chen frowning.

Because every time Xuan Yangzi praises Mingyue, he must derogate Lin Chen.

The disciple who was proud just now was demoted to nothing in a blink of an eye.

"Damn it! Old lick dog! I didn't expect you to be such a Master!"

Lin Chen could only curse inwardly in protest.

After talking and getting acquainted.

Xuanyangzi and Granny Lingyun talked about setting up a stall here.

After understanding, I learned that setting up a stall here is not just to earn Spirit Stones.

Every booth here has been registered and certified by the organizer of the Eight Desolation Society.

And the sales of the booth will affect the subsequent quotas for the Bahuang Club.

According to Granny Lingyun, as long as she can get the top three in sales, she can directly get a place in Group A without having to participate in the martial arts match half a month later.

Because of this, those cultivators worked so hard on the road when they came here to sell their stalls.

"Can we skip the contest?"

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat.

I still remember the previous simulation mentioned that he and Wan Mingyue would both be defeated by the Chi Blood Devil sect "Gu Che" in the competition half a month later.

On the way here, Lin Chen was still thinking about what method he should use to defeat Gu Che.

Unexpectedly, now, I unexpectedly learned of another method to obtain a quota.

Have to say, this is good news.

"Chen'er, I haven't seen your teacher and uncle for many years. There are many private matters that need to be discussed in detail. Let's leave for a while."

"During this time, you will follow your senior sister and guard the booth here!" Xuan Yangzi suddenly said to Lin Chen.

"Master, you want to leave?" Lin Chen was very surprised: "The Eight Desolation Conference will be held soon, shouldn't you give some advice to the disciples?"

"Stop rambling, there's nothing to point out. Look at your senior sister, she's pretty good-looking too. Take advantage of this time to get closer to her, Ang!"

"If you can improve your relationship with your senior sister, it will be easier for me to visit your senior uncle in the future."

Xuan Yangzi spoke to Lin Chen through sound transmission.

After speaking, he followed Granny Lingyun and disappeared.

"Depend on!"

Lin Chen has already realized that during this trip to Yandang Mountain, he is completely a "prop" for Master Xuanyangzi.

It was purely used to curry favor with Granny Lingyun.

Now that Xuan Yangzi has successfully hooked up with Granny Lingyun, Lin Chen's mission as a "prop" is over.

As for what will happen to Lin Chen in the future, how can Xuan Yangzi care about it?

Lin Chen sighed helplessly.

Master Xuan Yangzi, obviously unreliable! Lin Chen can only rely on himself in the competition for the number of places in the Bahuang Club.

certainly.

And next to the booth... Senior Sister Wan...

You know, during the simulation, Wan Mingyue helped Lin Chen a lot.

If in reality she can also have a good relationship with Wan Mingyue, maybe she will also help him in the competition for places.

If you think about it.

Lin Chen sat down on another stone pier beside the booth.

At this moment, Wan Mingyue is holding a book in one hand, reading line by line, while with the other hand, she is using the spirit pattern pen to draw the talisman seal stroke by stroke.

After a while.

After reading a page of the book, turn it over.

Fu Zhuan also drew a picture and threw it on the booth at will.

It was only then that Lin Chen noticed that there were many similar talismans on the booth, including Vajra talismans, wind travel talismans, berserk talismans, etc., of various types.

Wan Mingyue was reading a book and drawing talisman seals on her own, completely immersed in her own world.

Lin Chen sat beside him, feeling a little awkward in the atmosphere.

In order to break the embarrassment, Lin Chen had no choice but to make tentative inquiries.

"Senior Sister Wan, what you read is..."

Seeing that the book in Wan Mingyue's hand was not a secret book of swordsmanship, but a novel similar to an adventure story, he couldn't help but speak, trying to find an entry point for chatting.

"Book."

Unexpectedly, Wan Mingyue gave Lin Chen an unexpected answer.

What are you looking at?

What I read is a book.

This answer...beautiful!

Lin Chen smiled: "Sister, what you are drawing must be a talisman?"

Wan Mingyue didn't lift her head when she heard the words, "Yes."

"How much can this talisman be sold for?" Lin Chen was at a loss for words.

Snapped!

Wan Mingyue didn't answer, and threw a sign to Lin Chen.

The sign reads, a piece of 1000 Spirit Stones for the Wind Rune, a piece of 2000 Spirit Stones for the Vajra Amulet, and a piece of 3000 Spirit Stones for the Rage Amulet.

It turned out to be a price list.

"Then... what's the sales volume? Has anyone bought it?" Lin Chen asked again.

For this question, Wan Mingyue seemed to be a little concerned, she gave Lin Chen an angry look sideways, and threw another specially made sign to Lin Chen.

This brand was made by the organizer of the Eight Desolation Society, and it belongs to a Magic Treasures item.

After injecting real yuan into it, you can see some information about the stall.

Booth number, one hundred.

The name of the stall is Wan Mingyue's small talisman seal stall.

Today's sales, zero.

Ranking, one hundred.

To sum it up, one talisman was not sold, and the sales ranked last among all the 100 stalls.

"Senior sister, this sales volume is really...unsatisfactory..." Lin Chen sighed.

"Um."

Wan Mingyue responded, but stopped talking.

After that, Lin Chen asked Wan Mingyue a few more questions.

See Wan Mingyue always "um", "yes" and "right", not following the topic at all.

Lin Chen felt bored, so he kept his mouth shut, and quietly studied the sixth-order Cultivation Technique "Tai Chi Yin & Yang Jue".

At this moment, he deeply felt the difficulty of this Wan Mingyue in front of him.

Lin Chen couldn't imagine that such an iceberg beauty who refused to be thousands of miles away would sacrifice her life for him several times in the simulation, and even form a companion with him in the ancient ruins.

It can be seen from this that the simulated character at that time, eloquent, fateful, and friendly, was such a high "skill" to melt the heart of such a woman.

Lin Chen asked himself, in reality, he has no such ability.

From now on, it's better to go our own way with this Senior Sister Wan.

In this way, time passed by every minute and every second.

From morning to afternoon, and then to dusk.

Before you know it, it's time to close the stall.

The people in the booth next to them packed up and left one after another.

Wan Mingyue finally closed the book in her hand, stopped drawing talisman seals, and prepared to leave.

And at this moment.

A group of people in the distance, for some reason, approached Lin Chen's booth aggressively.

"Wan Mingyue, what's the matter with you, don't you have a long memory?" The leader angrily scolded.