Cultivation of Immortals: Gou picks up magic weapons behind others' backs

Chapter 117 Xuantian Sword Sect Is So Poor
The corner of Yu Qingge's mouth twitched.

In a short period of time, the man has said this sentence twice.

I don't know if he is a good person, but it is true that he is a little annoying.

She took a step back and cupped her hands, "Then respect is worse than obedience."

As soon as Yu Qingge finished speaking, he used the fireball technique to attack from a distance.

The male cultivator raised his eyes lightly, but without making a move, he just let the scorpion under him spit out a mouthful of ice, freezing the fireball directly.

But after the fireball passed, the short knife that followed quickly struck at the door.

It turned out that the fireball was a feint, and the short knife behind it was the real attack.

The man nodded, it was a good move.

Then he took out the short knife inserted a little on his face.

Yu Qingge stared wide-eyed, staring at the man's unbroken forehead in a daze.

This body is stronger than those of the Yaozu.

Forget it, stop fighting.

Originally, his cultivation base was low, and his physical defense was still so strong, so what to fight.

Yu Qingge simply conceded defeat.

Male repair: "..."

"Although you have admitted defeat, I still can't let you go." The male cultivator said leisurely.

Yu Qingge: "..."

She pointed to the baked scorpions on the shelf, "Here, they're all there, take them away."

Nanxiu hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly agreed, "Staying these little scorpions with you is really a kind of harm to my spirit beasts. If this is the case, then I can only reluctantly take them away."

Yu Qingge silently rolled his eyes.

After Nanxiu left, Qiang Di and the others came back and said with lingering fear, "What is the origin of this man?"

"Look at his bald head, isn't he a monk?"

"Monk," Liuqin retorted, "Which family's monk is as dignified as him."

"It's fine if you want to eat our roasted scorpion, but you're still pretending to do this, who can't tell that his scorpion is a male scorpion?"

"When will the male scorpion give birth to a bunch of baby scorpions?"

The Qiang flute is extremely angry, where did this shameless person come from, he is so thick-skinned!

"When I see him again, I will let him fall into my hands properly, and taste the power of our Hehuan Sect."

The people from Hehuanzong cursed and cursed the man all the way, and they didn't even have the intention to win Yu Qingge over.

She also felt at ease.

There is no water anywhere in this desert, and there is no life at all. Although the cultivators can only eat Bigu Pill, the scenery of the desert and yellow sand is still very eye-catching.

After No. 20 days, Yu Qingge and his party finally saw a green star.

The farther you go, the large patches of green begin to appear in piles, while the desert becomes sporadic dots instead.

Seeing the oasis, Qiangdi said, "Finally we are almost at Guli City."

Every oasis here is a small town, which can be resupplied by people who come and go.

Qiang Di suggested that they could take a rest here before entering Guli City.

Yu Qingge stretched her waist. She had been riding on a camel for the past few days, and she couldn't even straighten her legs. Today, she was finally able to walk on the ground.

A few of them found an inn, and the people of the Hehuan Sect were really rich. Under the introduction of the waiter, they generously ordered a bunch of dishes, all of which were special delicacies here.

Yu Qingge, as Qiangdi's valued future junior junior sister, specially asked her to sit down and eat together.

Of course, she couldn't refuse such a lucky thing.

After a couple of refusals, he sat down cheekily.

Soon, a table of dishes will be served.

The most delicious dish on this table should be mutton, which is extremely tender and can be swallowed directly down the throat.

The second is this stir-fried beef, wrapped in naan with soup, so fragrant that people can swallow their tongues.

There is also this soup, although it is just a few common vegetables, but the soup is thick and white, and I don't know what it is made of, it is sweet and sour.

Yu Qingge twitched his index finger and ate a few pieces of naan with a great appetite.

Seeing this, Qiang Di introduced her skills, "Our chefs in the Hehuan Sect can make these things. When you join the Hehuan Sect in the future, sister, you can eat three meals a day."

Tsk!The words were so good that Yu Qingge's heart was moved. If she didn't know the true face of the Hehuan Sect, she might really transfer from the Tiancang Sect to the Hehuan Sect.

With a "gudong", the sound of swallowing saliva came from the table next to him.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of stomach rumbling rhythmically sounded.

Yu Qingge took time out of his busy schedule and glanced to the side.

On the next table, a child under ten years old was drooling, looking at Yu Qingge's table.

"Brother," he tugged on the sleeve of the person beside him, "I really want to eat."

The person next to him responded, flipping through the menu, "There are not many people in the inn right now. After I finish ordering, it should be delivered soon. Don't worry."

"...Okay." He said sullenly.

Brother is so poor, probably only order a few naan to eat.

well!A few sheets of naan are fine, it's better than eating bigu pills every day.

He was about to vomit that bigu pill.

His senior brother looked through the menu for a long time, touched the storage bag, swallowed again, and asked the waiter for some naan.

Sure enough, he guessed right, but why is he in such a sad mood?
What kind of sect is that table next to, why can you afford so many delicious food with Lingshi.

He really shouldn't have joined the Xuantian Sword Sect, the poorest sect in the cultivation world.

Unfortunately, it was too late to regret.

The naans here are all ready-made, and the waiter in the shop just put the naan on a plate and delivered it in a short time.

The child took the naan and gnawed it mechanically, but his eyes were fixed on the table next to him. Looking at the delicious food, even the naan became delicious.

It seemed that those delicious things had also entered his mouth.

His strangeness was noticed by the people at the table, and the other person followed his gaze and glanced at Yu Qingge, and imitated his movements.

After a while, everyone at the table started staring at Yu Qingge.

Yu Qingge was like a glow on his back, this group of people looked like reincarnated starving ghosts, their eyes were faint green.

She licked her lips with difficulty, looked at the remaining beef, "Do you still eat?"

Qiang Di and the others shook their heads, "The meals in our Hehuan Sect are even more delicious than those here, and these things are not unusual for us, just eat half full, sister, you can continue to eat."

Yu Qingge wanted to continue eating, but the people who were able to eat comfortably under the eyes of the table next to him were not ordinary people.

Although she is thick-skinned, she is not that thick.

So he also stopped chopsticks.

The child stared straight at the remaining half plate of mutton, finally couldn't help it, walked over timidly, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you stop eating these things?"

"Don't eat."

"Can you give it to us?" The child asked impatiently, "We are members of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and we are not bad people."

Xuantian Sword Sect.

Yu Qingge finally understood the look in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)