Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

Zhi Qin looked at everyone expectantly.

Wang Zhou couldn't help but speak.

"But Lingtan is different from Linghui Dan. Hui Lingdan happens to have an alchemist behind it, but behind this Lingtan is Donglai Auction. They spent a lot of time and money developing this thing. If a lot of manpower and financial resources could be made so easily, it would not have taken so long for a substitute for wood charcoal to appear in the world of immortality."

It's not that he is throwing cold water at Qin Liangshui. This Donglai Auction is one of the three major auctions in Qingxuan Continent. They have spent so much effort to do this thing. Now with a few fledgling monks, they just want to do it. Selling the same thing as Donglai auction, this... is a bit of a fantasy.

Even if Zhi Qin is backed by the Zhi Family and the Piaomiao Sect, with his current level of cultivation and age, he cannot be the master of either his family or his sect.

The young family can let the other party have some petty troubles nearby, but that doesn't mean they can let the unrealistic ideas of young people like them go.

It's good to have ideals and ambitions, and it's good to have that kind of heart, but this... is still too unrealistic!

Zhi Qin pursed his lips. He felt that Mu Jingchen had that ability.

Finally, Fang Lin spoke.

"If the friend you are talking about is really that capable, why not let him do something visible to Fenghui Island first, and then discuss the business. The most important thing for people here is to live. I I believe your friend can know the key."

The enthusiasm and fighting spirit in Zhiqin's heart were not defeated, and he knew what Fang Lin meant.

I can also understand their thoughts. Life is not easy for people here. Only if the success rate of things is high enough, the residents of Fenghui Island may be willing to cooperate with them.

Empty talk is too unconvincing.

Lu Qingye paid attention to the group's conversation, but she paid more attention to the surrounding sea.

During the polar night, the sound of the surrounding wind became louder and louder than in the previous days. It caused the trees on the island to bend and sway, and many trees were even uprooted.

There was flying sand and rocks all around, and everyone's sight was seriously obstructed.

In order not to disturb Ji Ye Suo, Lu Qingye's talisman array did not have the function of intercepting these natural wind forces.

The fishermen were unsteady on their feet and were almost thrown off. In the end, Fang Lin and the others held them firmly.

"Everyone, hold on tight! Don't be blown away by this strong wind!"

Without Fang Lin and the others saying anything, the fishermen immediately hugged each other and held on to their companions tightly.

Looking at the big trees and rocks in the sky blown by the wind, they knew that once a person was swept up into the sky, without cultivation, they would probably die in the end.

Lu Qingye felt the wind blowing around him, and the moist mist rushed towards him, carrying a fishy smell.

She thrust the glass light sword into the beach hard, and the glass light sword was half submerged in the beach. Although the strong wind was strong, it did not affect it in the slightest.

When the wind blows on a person, it is like being slapped hard, causing burning pain.

The old monk frowned and shouted loudly in the howling wind.

"This strong wind... has never been this strong in the past few decades! Senior... the direction of the wind is also a bit wrong!"

Although the old monk is not as good as Fang Lin in cultivation, he has lived on the coast for half his life and has rich experience.

He felt something was wrong with the wind tonight.

The fishy smell in the mouth and nose... is too strong!