Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 452 Recognition

"What's the matter?" Ningxia looked out, and the street below seemed to be a little lively and unusual.

But the crowd below formed a circle after another, and even if they wanted to look, they couldn't see any doorway, and only roughly saw that the space in the middle was empty.At a glance, you can tell that you are sending something eye-catching.

However, this vague scream and scolding with broken voice, it seems that it is not so simple as a novelty.

Ningxia was a little interested, but she didn't want to run down and squeeze with people. After taking a few glances, she withdrew her gaze.

After all, monks are human beings, and disputes are indispensable for the convenience of others.In such a large city, all kinds of conflicts and contradictions occur every day, which is normal.

Besides, guys from all over the world gathered in this place for one thing, the Great Competition of Swords, if you stay here for a long time without getting any news, it is inevitable that people will be more impetuous, and it will be easier to cause disputes.

Ningxia has gotten used to it these days. She can eat melons as long as she is full. Now she can't be attracted by anyone who doesn't have any weight or water head.

"Senior Sister Ning, what's wrong?" Xie Shi asked curiously when he saw Ning Xia's thoughtful expression when he came back.

Ningxia responded indiscriminately, "It's down there. I don't know where the high-level people are fighting, and there is a fight again. I'm thinking, when will they be able to do it, this crowd is blocking the door of Mingyuelou."

"Come again?" Xie Shi sighed: "The elders of Lianwu City are so irritable, they are not too tired to come here a few times a day, and they are all for trivial matters, which is really ridiculous."

Look, it's not just Ningxia who thinks so.It was probably really caused by the news of the Great Sword Competition.

"This sword argument is good for life..." Halfway through, two young cultivators came up while talking.

The clothes of Zou Baba were also squeezed in by Yue Mo.

The young man in the yellow dress on the right sorted out his crumpled clothes angrily, and his words inevitably contained layers of anger: "A group of idiots, just like dogs smelling stench, they have to get up and roll around anyway. Just watch the fun, why block the whole street? It makes us so embarrassed."

Another obviously older boy tidied his hair, which had been arched a little, and said helplessly: "There is no way, I can only come in like this. If not, Aqin, you can try blasting a spell into that pile. , there will be a way for you to pass immediately. However, the premise is that you can bear some of the incidental consequences."

"Hey! Big brother, is it fun to run on me? If I really do, maybe you should carry me home now." The boy was dissatisfied, a little angry at the words of his friends.

The black-shirted young man has already adjusted himself at this moment, and he is a handsome young man. He looked at the clumsy little irritable spirit opposite him, who was getting worse and worse, and evoked a smile: "Oh, is that so? I saw Deng just now. At that moment, Young Master, you clearly wanted to throw a fireball technique into the crowd and blow up everyone. I didn't expect it, but you held back..."

Hearing this, the young man's face turned red all of a sudden: "I didn't! Cousin, if you are like this, I will tell my uncle that you bullied me. I, I will also tell him that you secretly sold the invitation letter for money... woo Woohoo."

"Xiao Qin, you can't talk nonsense. Do you also want your mother to know that you are getting along with the lady from the next house... ah, it hurts to death, don't mess around, just take it easy. I won't say anything, just watch Brother, don't say anything."

"Okay, you cunning bastard..."

……

Ningxia is full of black lines.The two young men who seemed quite reliable at first have changed their style of painting, like children.Selling invitations is a very familiar practice.

Although the other party didn't have a strict invitation letter from Shiwuhang, but just after a business transaction, this was the first thing that came to Ningxia's mind.

What's wrong with this invitation?Why can't every rich family's children wait to get rid of it?The two in front of them were well-dressed and well-mannered. At first glance, they looked like young masters.Is it also a lack of pocket money?
While thinking about it, the two teenagers happened to come to Ningxia to take their seats, and the black-shirted boy nodded politely at them.For a while, the topic of the two broke off again.

Originally, Ningxia planned to settle the bill and go to rest, but she really didn't sleep well yesterday, which was really unfriendly to a minor like her who would die if she didn't sleep.And the guy Chonghuan is also worrying, gossip or something should be slow.

But the two brothers started chatting after ordering, and they were still talking about something she cared about.Xie Shi also pretended to be eating seriously, but actually listened to it very well, so he stopped thinking about ending the meal.

"By the way, cousin, why did you sell the invitation letter?" The young man Huang Chang was a little puzzled.The annual auction of Siwuhang is an annual event in Lianwu City. It is a place where everyone's children are flocking, and invitations are not easy to come by.Cousin was good, and pushed it straight out.and……

"I heard that a few days ago, the Zhao family's dude sold the invitation letter in his hand to repay his debts. I don't know how many people are calling him a waste of money. I didn't expect you to give things away without saying a word, cousin. It's gone." The young Huang Chang looked very pity, but he didn't know what he was pity for.

"What's there to do in the place where you can go? It's lifeless. The things you sell are not clean. It's not a dead person's thing. Is it worth it? Why don't you exchange a spirit stone and buy a handy spirit tool? It's more cost-effective." The black-shirted young man looked disdainful and looked like he was sneering at Siwuxing.

"But...but that thing can only be bought there." The young Huang Chang said in dissatisfaction.

"What?" My cousin turned the glass of wine, and a haze appeared between his brows: "I will never buy that so-called rare item, such a dehumanizing act has been acquiesced by many aristocratic families in the city. I think they've got water in their heads."

"Cousin, you also mentioned your uncle. He clearly wants to buy one for you."

"Don't pay attention to him, that old man. He's used to picking people's teeth. He can be found everywhere. I don't know how to do such a thing, so don't meddle with it. Promise the form."

"The people who used that thing are probably already crazy." The black-shirted boy said this in a particularly gloomy way, deeply calming his little cousin who was just about to move, and he nodded in a daze.

But it's only for a moment. Although the curious baby has reluctantly accepted it, don't expect him to be as quiet as a chicken.

"But I have seen those brothers and sisters who are very good. I have a cousin who has changed a lot and became very good after buying that thing. I heard from my uncle and aunt that he is sensible now, and his practice has grown a lot. I I've seen him many times, and it's quite normal, not a little crazy."

(End of this chapter)