Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

In the days that followed, Feng Qingxiu dragged Feilaifeng to several famous fairy cities in Central Continent, attracting countless monks along the way. In less than a few months, Kun-Lai was famous in Yang Zhongzhou, and almost no one knew it. !

The fairy cities mentioned are actually cities with more monks. These cities are mostly close to certain areas rich in spiritual things, attracting casual cultivators and many ordinary people who ask for immortality.

For example, Yingdu relies on the growth of low-grade Luochuan grass.

Another example is Dongshan Mine City, which relies on the mining of countless spirit mines.

Another example is the Qicheng they fly to today. This is the entrance of the endless swamp east of the big river. There is dense miasma. There are countless beasts in it, and it is easy to get lost in it. But because of the countless crises, it also grows with countless spiritual plants. In order to get a little practice and opportunity, the practitioners often have to spare their lives in this swamp.

After they get something in the swamp, they will often come to the city to sell it in exchange for the spiritual stone pill for cultivation. After they are exhausted, they have to sneak into the swamp.

Therefore, Qicheng’s casual cultivator is always not long after, and they change into a group of strange faces. The people in the past either died in the swamp, or left without hands and legs, or they had already got what they wanted and left here. Dangerous places-the last kind is few and far between.

"However, Daotu is so cruel, but once you step on it, it's hard to turn your head back." Walking in the city, Zhao Hao sighed slightly as he watched the casual cultivators coming and going.

He used to be one of them, but he left here after getting what he wanted.

He thinks that the human heart is always dissatisfied, and he has become a monk—even if it’s just a period of qi training, he can run rampant in the country, free from hunger and hard work, ignoring taxes and animal harm. At this time, the Lord will inevitably want to go further and get more. Let the lifespan be longer, then sneak into the dangerous place, go one step further, and then go to the dangerous place...

"So," Zhao Hao said to An Xian angrily, "You are wrong to do this!"

An Xian played with the fragrant pill in her hand, raised her eyebrows slightly, and glanced at him.

Today she is wearing an apricot and yellow women's dress, wearing a pure and beautiful double flat bun, and the hair is slightly dotted with colorful beads, plus a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, which looks gentle and beautiful like a boudoir girl.

Even if the head is slightly tilted at this moment, it only makes people feel strange and pretty.

"Lingdu Pill is a **** pill that can improve the realm and resolve the demons. If you leave it in your hands without adding wax, it will lose its medicinal properties! In a few hours, it will all turn into smoke and dissipate!" Zhao Hao couldn't see her violently violent.

"This kind of pill is about to expire, it just happened to be used for fishing." An Xian said disapprovingly.

"What's right, don't give it to me, how can you be such a waste?" Zhao Hao said angrily.

"Kun-Lai is all like this," An Xian sighed, "I don't understand why you value it so much. When I married Da Bai in Kun-Lai, I couldn't eat spiritual rice when I was pregnant, so Da Bai made alchemy every day, all kinds of things. It’s too much to vomit. This kind of expired erysipelas will be 10% more than ordinary elixirs, and it can’t be sold at a price. What’s a pity?”

What do you mean by taking pills? Zhao Hao wanted to hit someone suddenly, but you asked me to feel the feeling of taking pills and vomiting!

Besides, what is a little erysipelas? The elixir in your hand is obviously a top-grade elixir, the best elixir without any impurity erysipelas! Such alchemists are rarer than Hedao!

He doesn't want to go all the way with this woman anymore!

"Then please do! Goodbye!" Zhao Hao gave a cold snort, turned and left.

"But you sent the door yourself to let me rob." An Xian looked at him innocently, her tone aggrieved, but the words in it were not very polite, "Goodbye, I will let you go fishing with me for ten tricks today. You, otherwise we’ll fight for one night and continue tomorrow."

Zhao Hao's expression can be called grief and indignation, how did he know that a tigress would be a tigress! Not only did he step on the ground and grab all his things, but he also insisted that he accompany her out to deceive people!

How could this world be so cruel to him, it was so cruel.

There are her confidantes in this city. If Yue'er knew that she actually did this kind of thing, what would she think of him?

Just as he was talking, a pale middle-aged monk had his eyes firmly locked in An Xian's pill and walked towards them.

An Xian seemed to be caught by this malicious gaze. Under "Hua Rong eclipse", she took Zhao Hao's hand and ran away to the remote place.

...

A quarter of an hour later, An Xian was still holding the pill that had a fragrant fragrance.

The middle-aged monk was already lying at her feet like Zhao Hao the other day.

"What a poor ghost!" An Xian held her pocket, slightly, frowning in dissatisfaction.

Zhao Hao stretched his neck and looked at it, and said, "It's not bad, this one is already very fat in the city! You can't find another one if you want to find it."

"So, forget it, let's go, the next one!" An Xian said.

"You are too anxious." Zhao Hao is unwilling, but the situation is not as good as others, so she can only analyze it carefully, "This Qicheng is the heavy city of Ziyun Dao. One or two is okay. If there are too many, it will be inevitable. Those who provoke Ziyun Dao, you and I will not be able to escape by then, and you can't wait two days. The Feifeng Conference has begun, and there must be more fat sheep for you to kill!"

"It's fun if it's a bit dangerous." An Xian chuckled lightly. "In a day or two, they don't dare to come if they know that I am here."

Back then, she entered Central Continent alone, cleaned up a lot of Ziyun Dao disciples, and brought a lot of losses to them. Now that the elders of Ziyun Dao see that she hates two legs much longer, they have no choice but to fight. .

Zhao Hao had a headache for a while, but he still used his eloquence to persuade his girlfriend, politely expressing that you are embarrassing Zhongzhou and discrediting Kun-Lai, if you delay the event of Senior Brother Feng Qingxiu, everyone will not look good. Why don't we walk around and see if there are any beauties, ah no, good wines, I heard that the wines of **** here are particularly famous for thousands of years of fine wines...

So An Xian took him to buy a thousand-year-old spirit wine as a tribute to Ziyun Dao.

Along the way, An Xian concealed her irritability very well.

She hadn't forgotten that she had a daughter married to Ziyun Daoli.

But she was not stupid, she wouldn't easily go inside the Ziyun Taoist Mountain Gate--Although Renxian didn't do anything to ordinary monks by default, but if he really went inside the other's mountain gate and the other party raised his hand and extinguished, there was really not much to say.

But don't tell me to see, she is her daughter after all.

She thought about it for a long time, and poured more than a dozen jars of wine on Feilai Peak, but she didn't figure out whether to visit her daughter.

Feng Qingxiu came out and tried to drive her off the roof several times, but failed.

She is not happy, and doesn't want to make that little fairy happy...

...

Afterwards, Feng Qingxiu sent a message to Ziyun Dao, saying that he wanted to meet the daughter of Feng Master An, who was married to Bai Yue on Ziyun Dao.

In fact, Kun-Lai also has spies on Ziyun Dao, and his status is not low. If he uses it easily just to meet, he might be spotted by the Ziyun Daoist, and the gains outweigh the losses, so he uses normal methods.

Of course, not for nothing, Feng Qingxiu gave out some small gifts.

Then Yan Ling, who had taken Baiyue, appeared unexpectedly and asked to take three hundred boxes of pill or spirit stone, or give him a Yunfu Dao seed to let him see Baiyue.

Hearing this request, An Xian had to endure it, and did not kill him with a single sword—after all, he was the daughter's husband.

So Feng Qingxiu could only send him out politely.

This was Baiyue's choice after all, and he actually couldn't change much.

I can only hope that Kun-Lai will become more prosperous, so that they dare not neglect Baiyue.

After sending off Yanling, Feng Qingxiu began to prepare for a new trade fair.

Following the original routine, this time it was also very successful.

In the trade fair, the amount of transactions reached between various casual repairs was also extremely amazing, letting Feng Qingxiu discover that Zhongzhou is actually not rich, that is, there are fewer rich people.

Even after the meeting, many monks asked Feng Qingxiu to let them stay longer and were willing to pay for it.

Feng Qingxiu agreed, and opened the lobby in the next few days to allow them to trade, only to draw a certain fee.

Suddenly, An Xian found that the transaction fee income in the past few days far exceeded her to rob.

Feeling hurt.

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After seven days, Feilaifeng was going to leave Ziyun Dao and go to Jietian Dao, which was the last place to trade, where the real species of Yunfu would be auctioned.

For a while, the monks all over the world began to flock to the next stop.

Lin Yu received a lot of bribes and came to ask Feng Qingxiu if she could bring some people on Feilai Peak, and they went straight to them, and they were willing to pay for it.

Feng Qingxiu thought for a while and agreed, but set the price very high.

Unexpectedly, the next day, the monks swarmed and directly occupied nearly a thousand peak places.

"I really envy Senior Brother Feng, you can make money by sitting at home!" Zhao Hao looked yearning, "Three thousand high-grade spirit stones, you can get them just by flying."

"Three thousand high-grade spirit stones, it's not enough to eat a meal, especially good beard." An Xian disapproved.

Zhao Hao didn't want to pay attention to him, but thought about what he had and could deal with these guests.

He came closer.

Just listen to a few cultivators who are not far away are chatting.

"Have you heard about Yingdu?" a middle-aged monk asked in a low voice.

"I heard it!" a monk replied next to him.

"What's the matter?" a monk asked puzzledly.

"Recently, there have been many ghost repairs in several small countries around Yingdu, which hurts countless people." A monk replied in a low voice.

"What, Gui Xiu, didn't Taiqing go to the door to strangle?" a monk asked.

Zhao Hao couldn't help but pricked his ears—if monks still had humanity, ghost cultivators really had very little humanity. For the sake of cultivating, they needed more spirit power grievances, which belonged to the dead!

"Go, but go down here, come again over there, it seems that there are more and more."

"I heard it was Daxuan's ghost?"

"It's been a thousand years, can they come again?"

"I don't think it's possible, can they come out of the underworld again?"

"Believe it or not, it's not peaceful everywhere."

"That's it."

"Hey, I heard Daojie..." A monk wanted to say, but was suddenly covered by his mouth.

"Senior brother cautiously!" the cultivator next to him whispered.

"Oh, it's hard to get there... You said, let's go to Xizhou to avoid it, how about?"