Cannon fodder female supporter's technological path to immortality

Chapter 79

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

With a folding fan in his hand and a smile on his lips, Chu Xinghe, coupled with such a poem, inexplicably makes people feel extremely moved.

I don't know how many young girls in the world have committed nympho.

Open the first page, each page has a handsome man, accompanied by a poem, beautiful men have different styles, wild domineering type, thin and elegant type, cold as iceberg type, chic ruffian type...

All kinds of beautiful men are dazzling.

Afterwards, Fengyun Zhanbao released the news that the main list of twelve beauties will be selected, and the second list will be selected.

Of course, Fengyun Zhanbao's rhetoric is very elegant, it is not called the list of handsome men, but the list of young men.

Only good-looking male cultivators are eligible to become sons, which is actually the list of handsome men.

The beautiful men on the top list will travel to major cities to give sermons.

All the monks will have the opportunity to get the exercises written by the young masters themselves.

The higher the ranking, the more sermons you give, and the more opportunities you have to get exercises.

Vice-ranking, only one opportunity to preach.

Every monk can give them gifts and help them reach the summit.

Fulai Trading Company, half of the obtained spirit stones will be given to you young masters.

As soon as the news came out.

Whether it is a female cultivator or a male cultivator, they all want to give gifts to the person they like and help him reach the top.

When Fang Zixuan saw the news, she quickly said to Fang Ziling, "Let's go, let's support Xinghe."

"Boring." Fang Ziling was not very interested.

"Let's go, let's go..." Fang Zixuan pushed him to go out, "It's fine that our Qingyun Academy can't beat other sects, but we can't lose in other aspects. Gifts need spirit stones. Our Qingyun Academy doesn't have many other sects. Shi Duo, you have 100 million, I have 100 million, and I will recruit some little sisters, each with 100 million, if you smash it, you will smash Xinghe to the first place."

Fang Ziling: "...are you crazy?"

Inexplicably sending 100 million low-grade spirit stones to others?
Although Galaxy can receive 50, there is still 50 to give to others.

Fang Zixuan said indifferently: "It's just 100 million low-grade spirit stones, how can you be considered crazy? I haven't spent 1000 million yet."

Fang Ziling: "..."

Fulai Firm.

Fifty discs are placed around the lobby, forming a circle, and all the counters have been removed, leaving only one staircase.

The disc is two meters high, made of spiritual wood, surrounded by hollow patterns, which looks extremely delicate, and in the middle is the image of a beautiful man, which is a screenshot of spiritual consciousness, exactly the same as his appearance.

The manager in the business held a crystal ball and said: "After you buy a gift, you will get corresponding props, like the crystal ball in my hand, you need to buy it - if you like you, I will hit you with a ball... "

I don't know which fellow Taoist chose those names, and it made him, an old man over 300 years old, feel ashamed when he read them.

This one is still the most normal one he chose.

what else:
Young Master, Young Master, he is your leg pendant!

Son, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!

Son, I want to show you my heart and love you every day.

Son, I want to send you a sea boat, and watch the stars and the moon with you.

……

Those words are simple.

The steward breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "After getting the props, throw them on the person you like, like this."

He threw it casually, and the ball hit the young master in the middle of the disc.

The young master smiled slightly, bowed and bowed: "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

"Wow! It looks so fun." The female cultivator in the lobby rushed to the second floor to buy gifts and exchange props.

Pick up the props and throw them at the person you like.

After the props are smashed, there is a special place to record the points above the disc, and as much as you smash, you will add as much.

On the sign at the door, the counting method of Arabic numerals was specially written, and those monks could almost understand it at a glance.

When Fang Zixuan came, she saw the commotion in the lobby, and thought she had gone to the wrong room, so she quickly exited, glanced at the signboard, and went in again.

Soon another waiter came over to explain the rules to her clearly.

She came to the second floor, where there was a long queue to buy gifts.

Fang Ziling looked even more puzzled: "I can't practice or fight, so why so many people come to buy it?"

The other female cultivators glared angrily when they heard the words, and immediately put on a kind smile when they saw a good-looking young fellow Taoist.

A female cultivator in red explained: "Fellow Taoist, although this gift cannot be used for fighting or cultivation, it can make us happy. Cultivation is too boring, and it is inevitable that we will feel bored in our hearts. Find some fun and send out your troubles, and it will be less painful." A heart demon."

"Yes, yes, yes..." The other female cultivators nodded again and again, and those words really came to the bottom of their hearts.

In the past, in order to cultivate, you would spend several months or years in seclusion. If you want to chat with a fellow Taoist, what you are talking about is also cultivation.

This makes the monks who like to be lively really uncomfortable.

Fang Ziling gradually began to change his mind about this method as he listened to other people telling each other one sentence at a time.

At this moment, an arrogant voice came from behind the team: "Get out of here!"

"Our eldest lady is here."

"Snapped!"

A female cultivator with a ferocious appearance held a long black whip and hit the ground with a whip. A puff of smoke rose from the ground, and the other female cultivators hurried out of the way in fright.

"Jintao?" Fang Ziling frowned slightly, protecting Fang Zixuan and hiding behind the crowd.

A moment later, a tall and slender beauty in purple, with extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, walked over with her head held high and an air of pride.

The rest of the female cultivators on the side didn't dare to vent their breath.

She walked to the counter without looking sideways, lowered her head slightly and gave the nun holding a black whip a look: "Jintao."

Jintao nodded, stepped forward, and questioned: "Pang Butong, our lady asks you, why is there no monk from our Kamikaze Sect for the so-called beautiful boy picture? Do you look down on our Kamikaze Sect?"

Pang Butong replied neither humble nor overbearing: "Fairy Ye Yao, in this selection of beautiful men, the Kamikaze Sect was selected as eleven, how can it be said that there is no one?"

Jin Tao sneered: "Those black-bone chickens and miscellaneous dogs can be selected, why can't Young Master Nangong? Are you looking down on our Young Master Nangong?"

Fang Ziling's expression turned cold instantly.

Is it Nangongyuan again?
Every time Ye Yao meets Nangong Yuan, she loses her mind.

I don't know if Grandpa went to divorce, did he succeed?
He really didn't want to be tied to Ye Yao, this kind of woman.

at this time.

Pang Butong sighed: "Fairy Ye Yao, it's not that we don't draw Nangong Young Master, but the first one we looked for was Nangong Young Master, but Nangong Young Master, as soon as he saw our Pang's elders, let him go, saying that we are elders. , frightened his darling...ah no, it's my junior sister."

Ye Yao's face was ugly.

It's Shen Yunjin again!
Behind her, sporadic mocking sounds sounded.

Jintao turned her head and shouted: "Don't laugh, anyone who laughs will cut off her tongue."

Fang Zixuan sneered, and mocked: "What a majesty!"

"Who?"

"Your grandparents!"

Fang Zixuan walked out from the crowd.

(End of this chapter)