Feeding humans, she's serious

Chapter 47 "Duel of Life and Death"

Among the four people gathered upstairs, Yue Qinian was the first to express doubts: "What is this...a practice?"

A few people who knew what he was doing: "..."

Gu Fanyin silently looked away, always feeling a little ashamed.

"Ahem," Mo Chouzhou calmed down after coughing twice, and slowly stepped up the ladder, like a nobleman again.

"This is the remuneration and materials requested by the Imperial Artifact Gate."

He raised the letter paper in his hand, then turned his gaze to Gu Fanyin in the middle.

Gu Fanyin raised his eyebrows and took it casually: "No problem, what else do you want to say?"

"Actually, a genius disciple of Yuqimen asked me to share a word with you."

Mo Chouzhou smiled, his eyes looked a little strange.

Gu Fanyin opened the paper, not paying attention: "Say it directly."

"He said that if Fairy Sanskrit needs it, he can spare time to prepare for the Yunqiong Palace..."

Mo Chouzhou's eyes drifted away for a moment, but he still hid the urgency that when he went to find the disciple with the list, the disciple wished he could just carry the things and make a promise.

Refining weapons can be regarded as the most costly job in the world of cultivating immortals. To meet Gu Fanyin who is so forthright and doesn't care about spirit stones, not to mention the little disciple, Mo Shouzhou himself is very excited.

understand, understand, understand...

Mo Chouzhou convinced himself, looking at Gu Fanyin's eyes returned to the scorching fire when they first met.

Gu Fanyin flicked her fingers while turning the page, thinking about the damage caused by Yunqiong Temple in the past two days, she actually felt that this kind of suggestion was quite necessary.

"That's fine, let him move here as soon as possible."

"Answer, yes...?"

Mo Chouzhou opened his mouth, and immediately began to think about whether it was too late for him to change his career to learn weapon refining.

"He seems to have froze," Yue Qinian looked at the stiff arm hanging on the fence, and asked casually, "Will it shatter?"

"Heh," Ning Zhi sneered, and finally gave Mo Chouzhou a look.

After all, there are not many monks who are willing to engrave the word love of money directly in their eyes.

Regardless of Mo Chouzhou's thoughts, Gu Fanyin quickly read all the materials, and directly waved his big hand to let Mo Chouzhou take the spirit stone to look for it, and then quickly forgot about it.

Flipping the piece of paper with the huge sum of money written on it, Gu Fanyin directly asked, "Any news about the Nine Heavens Pagoda?"

"The secret realm in the Nine Heavens Pagoda is not fixed. In this regard, no one needs to refer to it," Mo Chouzhou corrected his attitude. Thinking of the rumors that came out last night, he still took the initiative to mention a sentence for the sake of the rich man. :
"The number of places in the Nine Heavens Pagoda is very precious, and the method sent by the Canglan Sect is too easy."

"I know," Gu Fanyin put his hands on Ning Zhi's waist, and was slapped away again before covering the heat, "Sect Master Canglan's attitude has been problematic from the beginning."

Too courteous and too condescending.

There must be another undiscovered intention behind the gratuitous kindness.

Gu Fanyin knew it in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face: "But I don't care."

Anyway, she is not a good person who would be grateful for a little favor.

"It's good that the Sanskrit fairies are counted," Mo Chouzhou said at this point, and quickly turned the topic back to the Nine Heavens Pagoda, stroking the warm railing with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

"The Nine Heavens Pagoda, the three major sects will all enter, and if the Nine Heavens Token is crushed, they will be forcibly expelled..."

Gu Fanyin understood, and looked at Ning Zhi thoughtfully.

Ning Zhi: "Do you think I can't beat them?"

Seeing that her own human beings were about to explode, Gu Fanyin paused, trying to turn the matter over, "It's about the Moon Clan, the Zongmen Dabi should continue..."

"Afterwards, there will be a fight between the three major sects... In fact, not many people actually entered?"

Ning Zhi sneered: "Gu Fanyin—"

"Hey," Gu Fanyin pulled the man into his arms with his backhand, snoring his long hair on tiptoe in front of the crowd.

"hiss……"

Unsurprisingly, it was blood again.

Gu Fanyin raised his hand, couldn't help but compared it, and found that the wound was actually bigger this time.

"There is progress..."

"..."

The few people who were used to seeing each other silently turned their faces away, only Yue Qinian stared blankly, and then... was manually turned away by Yue Zhi.

After the report was finished, Mo Chouzhou also took the list and got into the pile of spirit stones, as if his eyes were open when he saw the spirit stone. Only when he looked at Gu Fanyin and Gu Fanyin who were confronting each other, he would have something else mood.

Maybe even Ning Zhi himself didn't know that when he looked at Gu Fanyin, the malice that seemed to be isolated from the world would fade a lot.

Really, it makes people a little envious.

Mo Chouzhou was envious for a few seconds, and his eyes were once again filled with spirit stones.

On this day, the dried salted fish hanging on the top of the mountain were taken away one after another. Gu Fanyin was impatient with those people who looked aggrieved, so she simply pasted spirit stone strips on the rest of them, Lie on the couch and rest.

Ning Zhi didn't know what he was thinking, and became silent again, even avoiding Gu Fanyin intentionally or unintentionally.

This strange situation continued until the reopening of Zongmen Dabi.

Ning Zhi leaned against Gu Fanyin with his eyes closed and recuperated, and was directly called by the winner of the No. [-] competition platform.

It was a dark-skinned monk with an unremarkable appearance. After knocking his opponent off the stage, he didn't follow the rules to leave the ring. Ning Zhi.

"Students of the Fourth Elder of the Canglan Sect, please give me your advice!"

The voice was very loud, and Ning Zhi, who was called, rubbed his ears, not surprised by this scene.

From the moment he heard the news from Mo Chouzhou, he knew that some disciples would be dissatisfied with the token in his hand, but it came sooner than he expected.

"I reject."

Ning Zhi propped his chin, and calmly responded to him.

"This matter-"

"What's wrong with this matter?" The fourth elder got up straight away. He was in charge of punishment, so he couldn't see the matter of opening the back door.

Lin Zong looked at him, and also lowered his face: "Ning Zhi is not a disciple of my Canglan Sect."

"But he stood on the stage of the Canglan Sect's competition."

"So what?" Gu Fanyin spoke lazily, hooking the token in Ning Zhi's hand and shaking it, "Want to put your hand into my Yunqiong Palace?"

"Gu Fanyin——" the boss of the fourth chief blushed, and he still forcibly suppressed his tone in spite of Gu Fanyin's lunatic attitude, "It is already an exception to let Ning Zhi go to the competition stage."

"Are you upset?" Gu Fanyin tossed the token, and said confidently: "If you make an exception once, there will be a second time. You should get used to it."

"Or, you make up my Yunqiong Palace?"

Seeing the Fourth Elder being stunned and speechless, Gu Fanyin was in a good mood and pinned the token upright on Ning Zhi's body, with her legs slightly raised, showing a villainous aura.

Seeing this, the disciples on stage [-] felt the gloom in their hearts was even more difficult to evacuate, and immediately held the sword upwards in their palms. Lin Zong caught a glimpse of this gesture, and before he could speak to stop it, the voice rang through the entire competition stage .

"Li You, a disciple of the Canglan Sect, swears on his sword, and asks the Yunqiong Hall to hold on to it, and fight to the death."

(End of this chapter)