Divine Seal: Attribute Cultivation, Starting from Saving Cai'er

Chapter 75 074 Everything can be golden wheel! [Q-reading 36 monthly tickets will be added, and the next 50 will be added]

Le Meridien auction house.

One of the most luxurious private rooms.

In front of Long Fan sat the auction leader.

It was Star Swirl.

At this time she put on a pink floor-length skirt.

It looks more like a nightgown.

Three parts glamorous, seven parts charming, and very casual.

Long Fan on the opposite side still remained calm.

Although Cai'er was in the cubicle and knew nothing about the transactions here.

But Long Fan only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

He took out the big treasure that he had prepared a long time ago.

I came early in the morning to do business.

A dozen pill bottles were placed in front of Xingxuan.

It was obvious that her beautiful eyes were sparkling.

Although she has been working hard all year round, she is not a potion master.

But he is quite discerning about the grade, medicinal properties, color and luster of elixirs.

This is simply a step above Master Lin.

Not only is he younger, but the elixir he refines is also slightly better.

Xingxuan's beautiful eyes blinked a few times.

His eyes fell again on this young man whose appearance alone could make the waitress walk crazy and hit the wall.

It seemed like he had made up his mind.

"This is your custom-made spiritual demon-level auxiliary equipment, the Thousand Fantasy Face Mask."

He handed over a beautiful crystal box that reflected colored light.

Long Fan nodded.

Put the crystal-encapsulated mask into the ring.

"Happy Trading!"

As she said that, Xingxuan extended her white jade hands.

Long Fan nodded.

"Ah."

It was just a symbolic touch of hands.

No nostalgia at all.

Seeing this, Xingxuan covered her lips and smiled.

"Master Long, you are truly the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life."

Long Fan smiled.

"Haha, I'm still an inexperienced boy."

This girl deserves to be from the auction house.

Every frown and every smile can always mobilize the passion in a man's heart.

If she hadn't met Cai'er first, she might have been lured away.

Fortunately, the transaction went smoothly.

As long as you have the strength, matters in the auction house will naturally fall into place.

after all.

Amy City is a necessary transfer station from Haoyue City in the south to the Holy City.

If Long Fan plans to develop his own big power in the future.

Even though the entire human race is in a relatively united situation.

But it's only relative.

Only by holding it firmly in the palm of your hand can you sit firmly on the fishing platform.

Naturally, this auction house, which is a key economic lifeline, must be visited in advance.

Our dragon has never been someone who only relies on dark blue to be reckless.

It is a dark blue man who needs to consider the big picture.

The main purpose of this transaction is——

Hang the title of 'Master Long' here.

It was handled by the auctioneer Xingxuan in front of me.

Long Fan said goodbye.

He patted his butt and left.

Xingxuan was left slightly stunned.

I almost suspected that my charm had failed.

But soon.

He shook his head again.

"What a funny guy."

...

...

Red Moon Hotel.

Long Fan held Cai'er's hand.

Came back soon.

Cai'er didn't speak for a long time.

Just after returning to the hotel room, Qiongbi sniffed and said.

"You have the fragrance of other women on you."

The tone was very flat.

No emotion can be heard, it's like a narrative.

Long Fan smiled and said openly.

"So far, I have no interest in other women except you.

Because, Cai'er, you are the only person who can empathize with me so far. "

Cai'er nodded slightly.

Long Fan took her to meet Long Xiaoguai and others.

This team from Haoyue City set off again.

Because Haoyue is gone.

Long Fan directly spent thousands of gold coins to buy several Warcraft horses.

Money is not everything. But if you don’t have money, you can’t do it.

of course.

Naturally, Cai'er rode with Long Fan.

Fast beasts are whipped.

Go straight to the holy city that countless young talents in the entire Temple Alliance yearn for.

The Holy City is the headquarters of the Temple Alliance.

It was only after the city entered the Dark Ages that it was gradually completed and established as the central institution of the Temple Alliance.

The Temple Alliance no longer exists as a country. This is the highest administrative agency, jointly run by the six major temples.

It's like the 'Devil City' in the Demon Clan's territory.

This is the ‘capital’ of the Temple Alliance.

You can imagine how tough it is.

Naturally, there is an endless stream of people who yearn for it.

After this break at the Red Moon Hotel, everyone was in high spirits.

There was no stopping along the way.

The journey was smooth.

Just haven't entered the city gate yet.

I came across an interesting thing about "yelling when you see an injustice on the road".

It can be said that the emperor's feet are breaking ground.

Such a retarded thing.

It was almost like a villain sent by the world plane for Long Fan to pretend to be a wall and slap him in the face.

In a small forest, there were sounds of arguments.

"I have long disliked your bald head. A priest who can't even heal is really a joke to the city.

Now you still want to lead us, are you really treating yourself like a green onion? "

This voice sounded very familiar to Long Xiaoguai.

Long Fan didn't even need to listen.

Such a weak-minded fool.

Who else besides Oniwu who got beaten up on the Holy Mountain of Knights?
  I saw Oniwu riding a green thorny earth dragon.

A spear in his right hand and a shield in his left hand.

Surrounded by four clowns who are arrogant.

"Brother Gui, let's go!" X4
  On the other side of the tit-for-tat confrontation was a bald man.

He is indeed a great social figure!
  Broad shoulders, broad back, and a strong back.

The white prayer robe cannot hide the eight-pack abs.

In the eyes of 'Little White Flower', that is the 'Golden Wheel of Muscles' with a perfect figure.

A big bald head is even more shining.

It can be said that not a blade of grass can grow.

The attributes of the hair have been transformed into madness and muscle power.

It can be regarded as a divine version of Saitama.

Two parties at this time.

The powder keg has already exploded.

Oni Wu pointed the spear in his hand at Sima Xian.

"Hand over your number plate honestly and go back."

Bald Jinlun Pastor Sima Xian sneered.

"Little bastard, come and grab it if you have the guts.

Look, if I don’t beat you, even your uncle Hongxing and your second uncle’s sultry old lady won’t be able to recognize you, you coward! "

Sima is originally a violent career path.

He is not as reserved and reserved as ordinary pastors.

Just fight each other directly.

The extremely frustrated Oni Wu roared angrily.

"on!"

The dragon stepped down from the thorns, its hooves flying.

dong dong dong-

He rushed towards Sima Xian brazenly.

The two magicians in the back row began to chant spells,
  A warrior assists the output from the side.

A thin assassin in black gauze flashed like the wind, hiding in the light.

Bald Sima Xian's eyes shone with coldness when he saw that he was from the same Xiucheng Du.

Not that I'm scared anymore.

I just feel like there’s no need to worry about any nostalgia now.

As the saying goes, when a fellow countryman meets a fellow countryman, his sides are bleeding.

Sima Xian waved a dark iron rod that was one foot long and as thick as an arm... Oh no priest staff.

It's far away and you can't tell what material it is made of.

But the dance was so exciting that the air was roaring.

Can be imagined.

The material is definitely not the light dark wood used by ordinary priests or magicians.

The quality alone is quite a deterrent.

There is indeed an insignificant pale golden gemstone inlaid on the top.

But it's also more of a foil.

However, fortunately, it will not be mistaken for an iron rod by the Priest Temple.

Long Fan signaled everyone to stop first.

He strode out.

"Hey, is this a just gang fight?"

Oniwu, who was riding a green-haired dragon, didn't turn around yet, so he directly retorted without thinking.

"Nosy, who are you?"

Long Fan, who didn't know when he put on the Qianhuan Face Mask, put his hands in his pockets.

Walking slowly out of the woods.

"It's just a passing Kamen Rider, remember it for me."

(End of this chapter)