Rank One Beast Concubine: Mistakenly Provoking the Evil King of Hell

Chapter 219 Meeting by chance is worse than meeting by chance! 【1】

"Sir, you are well-informed, have you heard about the elixir meeting in a few days?" One person asked impatiently.

"It is said that this year's elixir meeting is very unusual. Many elixir alliance associations from Zhou Kingdom were invited, and even the Jingu sent people this time. Is this true?"

The crowd suddenly boiled up, you said something, I said something, talking about the special and anticipated medicinal pill conference a few days later.

"Sir, tell me, who will win and who will lose in this competition?"

"Let me guess... the winner this time must be Hurricane Hall!"

"If you want me to say yes! What is the origin of Hurricane Hall? The owner behind it is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Longchao Kingdom! Who dares to offend?" A man with a little more courage said eloquently.

Not far away, another man cast a sarcasm at the man, and said with some insight, "What pill conference, in my opinion, this is just a cover. This competition is not in the pill league. It’s held in Wangtianlou, it’s obviously for the grand finale of Wangtianlou——The Promise Order!"

As soon as this person spoke, the crowd's voice rose like a tide.

"The Promise Token!? Isn't this the only key to open the Piaomiao Secret Realm!"

"Who says it's not! Every 20 years, a Promise Token will appear in the world! Anyone who owns this token can open the passage to the Misty Secret Realm, where - there are countless rare treasures - ——There is also a way to keep in good health that cannot be rumored..."

"My old man witnessed the auction 20 years ago! The base price was 5000 taels of gold! In the end, it was bought by a young man for [-] million taels of gold! [-] million taels of gold! A real guy !"

There was an uproar at the scene!
Five hundred million taels of gold!This is simply an astronomical figure!The price is enough to buy a city!

The boy who photographed the Promise Order is too rich!

Sitting in the row behind the hall, Bei Tangling stuck out her tongue inwardly, peeled off a peanut and threw it into her mouth to chew, continuing to listen to the discussions in the crowd.

"Quiet, quiet! Let's listen to what the gentleman has to say!" A young man in the crowd suggested.

As a result, the crowd gradually quieted down, quietly waiting for Know-it-all in the middle of the hall, who was pouring wine with his head up.

He drank heavily, opened his sleeves and wiped his mouth. After scanning the hall with shrewd eyes, he looked away, stroked his beard, and said mysteriously: "Opposite Nanzi The door, right in the middle of the token, three o'clock must be more, and the house is full of applause!"

When the last word of this sentence was pronounced, Beston had already retreated from the crowd.

And the people present were pondering over these four poems that didn't make a poem, and the words that didn't make a sentence, secretly thinking about it.

"It seems that this know-it-all is just a magic stick!" Bei Tangling raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly.

She has been in this teahouse for six or seven days, and it is precisely because of the unique stories of Knowles that she stays here tirelessly.

But just hearing that Bestodon used a few lines of verses to draw conclusions about the outcome of the competition and the whereabouts of the Promise Token, she couldn't help but lose all of her goodwill for Bestodon's previous construction.

Bei Tangling got up, shook off the peanut shell crumbs on her body, took out a piece of broken silver from her waist, put it on the table, turned around and took a look, and in the middle of the hall, there was an opera singing babbling, turned around and strode away.

(End of this chapter)