Villain: There are too many children of luck, I am so bad at it

After a long time, the two sides of the river were in chaos.

An hour later, Bai Feng looked at the people lying in the 'recording formation' wailing, and then looked at the Taichu Saint Son who looked refreshed.

As expected of the son of luck, he is not just a fighting maniac, he is really scheming.

He actually used his need to record the moves as an excuse to trick these disciples into fighting.

I hope these disciples will not have any shadows in their hearts.

[Ding, it was detected that the host used only a simple excuse to cause the sons of luck to fight among themselves. One son of luck fell to the ground and his pride was destroyed again. Reward luck value +511, "How to Make a Puppet"]

Bai Feng: "..."

He didn't know whether these people from the Holy Land would leave a shadow, but he knew that he would leave a shadow.

Damn it! Why?

What does this have to do with me...

Okay, this time it really has something to do with me.

Bai Feng wanted to cry but had no tears. If he had known that the Son of Taichu would call the Son of Luck and have a fight, he would never have mentioned this to the Son of Taichu.

"Brother Bai, have you recorded everything?"

At this time, the Son of Luck who was lying on the ground raised his head and asked Bai Feng with expectation.

On his face, Bai Feng did not see the vigilance and disgust shown by other Sons of Luck when they saw him, but only friendliness, concern and expectation.

What did the Son of Taichu do to this Son of Luck? He could even withstand the ridicule from him.

Bai Feng answered seriously: "Brother, don't worry, I have recorded everything. I can make a substitute for you tomorrow."

"That's great! Brother Bai, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, just come to me!" The Son of Luck said excitedly, "By the way, when I reach the Nascent Soul stage in the future, you must come to me to re-record the moves. Don't forget it! If it's not convenient for you to come to Zhongzhou, I can come to the North Territory to find you!"

"...I will, please rest assured!"

Bai Feng nodded quickly. This was the first time he had seen someone come to ask for money.

I was really curious about what the Son of the Beginning had done to him.

At this time, the Holy Son of Taichu suddenly looked at him and asked, "Brother Bai, when can you make the formation?"

"If nothing goes wrong, it will be made tomorrow." Bai Feng glanced at the kind-looking Holy Son of Taichu, and silently raised the danger level of this person to the highest level in his heart, "Brother Pei, if you have any ideas, you can also tell me, I will see if I can add them to the formation."

"Hmm..." The Holy Son of Taichu suddenly pondered, and after a few seconds he raised his head, "I hope to fight in a more complicated environment, and don't let the enemy appear directly in front of me. After all, if you encounter enemies outside, they will not wait for you to be ready like in the sect competition."

"I know, Brother Pei, wait for my good news!"

Bai Feng nodded, he already had an idea in his mind.

"Then I'll trouble you, Junior Brother Bai." The Holy Son of Taichu was looking forward to it. "If it is made, no matter what the price of this formation is, please help me build one. Money is not a problem!"

"No, Senior Brother Pei has helped me so much, how can I ask for money!"

Bai Feng quickly refused. He didn't want to be stuffed with luck points by the system again.

"In this case, I will show you my skills, Junior Brother Bai." The Holy Son of Taichu walked to the 'recording formation' and drew the long sword from his waist. "Although this move is not as good as Taichu, it is also one of my trump cards. Today, I will give this move to you."

"This move is called Yingri."

He raised the long sword in his hand. As the spiritual power circulated, the tip of the sword seemed to condense a blazing light. When he stabbed it out, the sword light flashed like a meteor, bringing waves of heat. The extremely sharp sword energy seemed to be able to penetrate anything that blocked him.

"I think this move is enough to pay for the cost of building the formation."

The Son of Taichu put away his sword and smiled at Bai Feng, who seemed to have not recovered from the shock.

At this time, Bai Feng was staring at the system pop-up window that suddenly popped up in front of him:

[Ding, it was detected that the host easily got out and learned Pei An's trump card with a little trick, and Pei An still wants to thank me! Reward luck value +678, the book of an unknown immortal: "Terrain Formation·Environment"]

It's really enough, the system has a pop-up window!

Zhuo! It's better to charge a fee!

...

"People

Life is so hard..."

Bai Feng moved a recliner and found an empty space to lie down. After the system stuffed his luck twice in a short period of time, he instantly lost all his motivation.

If I had known this would happen, I might as well do nothing!

What kind of holy land is this? If I had known this would happen, he should have asked Lin Yan and other disciples of Tianjian Sect to record their moves. Anyway, he was just teaching a group of guards, and the moves of ordinary disciples of Tianjian Sect were enough for them to learn for a long time.

At this time, Jiang Ling, who was not far away, suddenly took off the book on her face and raised her head. She looked at Bai Feng, who was lying and idling like him, and after getting up, she stretched out her hand and moved the recliner to his side: "Finally found that Senior Brother Pei was abnormal?"

"Well... almost."

Bai Feng replied casually. He didn't want to mention the culprit who caused him to be stuffed with luck twice.

"So, stay away from him at ordinary times. If you have free time, you might as well lie down with me and bask in the sun. "

"Indeed. "

Bai Feng nodded. If he had been lying down with Jiang Ling to rest, he wouldn't have been stuffed with luck twice.

"Come, have some. This is a specialty of our Yaochi Holy Land."

Jiang Ling handed over the dried fruit in her hand.

"Thank you."

Bai Feng reached out and took a bite of the dried fruit. It tasted sour and sweet, with a unique fragrance. Even after eating it, the spiritual power in the body became a little more active. It must be said that Jiang Ling knew how to enjoy it.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

At this time, Bai Yumo came over. She looked at Bai Feng, and then looked at Jiang Ling on another recliner. How come Jiang Ling came over by herself after a while?

"I suddenly lost motivation. Find a place to lie down and fish for a while." Bai Feng turned his head and glanced at Bai Yumo, "Do you want to join us? "

Bai Yumo blinked, then she slightly turned her eyes away, scratching her cheek with her fingers: "Not so good, so many people are watching..."

"I mean, I still have a recliner here."

Bai Feng looked at Bai Yumo whose face suddenly turned red - what was she thinking about?

"Ah... this, no, no need." Bai Yumo realized that she was wrong, and hurriedly waved her hands in a panic, "Well, if you are tired, why don't we go back first."

"Okay."

Bai Feng nodded, anyway, he had already recorded the moves, and if he stayed any longer, he might be stuffed with luck points again.

He stood up, put away the recliner, and waved to Jiang Ling: "Goodbye, Senior Sister Jiang, I will bring you snacks another day."

Jiang Ling did not stand up, but just waved goodbye.