The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 942 Resentment
"Earth Flame Grass and Longevity Flower." Jia Jia mentioned two kinds of spiritual plants as soon as she opened her mouth, "Is there any place above Penglai where I can find them?"

"Earth Flame Grass...Eternal Life Flower?" Mo Xingjiu was taken aback for a moment. The products of East China Sea are not much less than those of Shenzhou, but they always focus on different things.Although there are many aquatic spiritual plants in the East China Sea and spiritual plants on the island, they are not in the same breath as Shenzhou.Ground flame grass and longevity flowers are not easy to find, but they are not impossible to find.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Xingjiu said, "Now there are only flame grass and longevity flowers of ordinary years on my island."

"How old is it?"

"The 300-year-old." Mo Xingjiu said that his face was still a little red, and the 300-year-old Lingzhi would not be able to stand on the table even if it was used as a gadget for the monks of the Tibetan God Stage. What's more, Lian Jiajia came to ask for it?This is not to blame for Mo Xingjiu. Although the flame grass and the longevity flower are not easy to find, it is reasonable to say that the price should be high, but the flame grass and the longevity flower are rarely used in most pill formulas. Therefore, the status of these two kinds of spiritual plants is very embarrassing, because they are rare and expensive, but because they are not very useful, there are not many such spiritual plants in stock in many sects.

Jia Jia knew these two kinds of spiritual plants, and knew that Mo Xingjiu had done his best to produce these two kinds of spiritual plants of this age.

He raised his hand in gratitude: "Thank you, Master Xingjiu, then I will..."

"Do you want high-year flame grass and longevity flowers?"

Before she could finish her words of gratitude, someone suddenly interrupted Jia Jia's words.

Jia Jia was taken aback for a moment, then turned her eyes to the person who spoke—a monk with a dull expression, Jia Jia had seen him several times, and often followed Mo Xingjiu, thinking he was a capable person in his clan.

"Lian Zhenren, in Xiamo Xingdao, ranks eighteenth in the family!"

"Reverend Xingdao." Jia Jia looked over and nodded slightly, Mo Xingdao was only out of his body and couldn't accept her courtesy, so he could only nod his head to show respect.

Perhaps it was because she cultivated to the Tibetan God stage at a young age, and her status was too late to change quickly. Jiajia couldn't show the mentality of a thousand-year-old Tibetan God monk like Fu Qingniu who would accept gifts calmly when she saw anyone. Many times, she even had a kind of Still with the mentality of a junior, he is more tolerant of etiquette.

Mo Xingdao bowed to her: "Half a month ago, I received news that the private auction house Yubao in Wailangduer City would auction off some mutated spiritual plants, including the thousand-year-old flame grass and longevity flower. , the time is set for the first day of next month."

Jia Jia's eyes brightened slightly, and she immediately turned to Mo Xing and said, "Thank you, Master Xing Dao."

What she wants is the mutated flame grass and longevity flower. This news is too important to her.

Mo Xingdao quickly returned the salute to her.

Looking up, she saw that the female cultivator who was still talking and laughing at Yanyan a moment ago, her face changed suddenly, and she was as heavy as a dark cloud.

"Someone wants to break the formation that I stayed with Zhaohe, how brave!"

Her voice was not loud, but she raised her voice instantly, and she used her spiritual power, so every monk present could hear her clearly.

But in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared in front of his eyes.

"This... is this magical teleportation?"

Mo Xingdao showed astonishment.

"No." Mo Xingjiu patted him on the shoulder, "It's just fast enough." He pointed to the sky, "Look! There is her passing shadow above the clouds."

"The speed of the space spirit root is much faster than the speed of the wind spirit root. It's just that there are too few such spirit roots in this world." Daoist Hua Dao scolded lightly, "Someone went to Shenhe Village to make black hands? Time picks It's just in time."

"Very good, finally showed up." Mo Xingjiu followed while speaking.

Immortal Huadao followed closely behind.

Mo Xingdao didn't react for a while, his mind was not turning quickly, but his long-term instinct also made him follow immediately.

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Days of discomfort and panic made him hide under the wide cloak, which was pitch black, as if he wanted to melt into the night.The spiritual power in the child lying on the bed turned upside down crazily.

It's time to break through, this kid lying unconscious on the bed.

At the age of seven, he had already investigated this child who came to Penglai. How could a child born in the Outer Wasteland of the Demon Dao have such clear eyes?Shouldn't you shrink back and shrink back timidly?Accepting the sect's questioning, I was trembling all day long, lest one day, the whim of high-level suspicions would come to my head.

But why, even though this seven-year-old child was born in the wilderness, there are so many Tibetan monks who protect him?Even if he is in the refining period.A child who has not even formed a pill, like an ant, can be crushed to death with a light touch, a child who says the future is still far away, with such a background, but can stand upright, Everyone shelters!It's not fair.

Is it just because of his talent?The bone age is seven years old, and he is in the late stage of Qi training. No, seeing the spiritual power in his body reversed, it seems that he is about to break through.Seven years old, foundation building period, really makes people jealous!

But I don't know, for you, what kind of concessions will Kunlun, who has always claimed to be the leader of the righteous way, make?Can't!But for a little qi cultivator whose foundation, oh no, may not be successful in foundation establishment, what kind of concessions will Kunlun make?With the blemish of being born in the Outer Wasteland of the Demon Dao, he couldn't wait for the child to wake up, to see if he could still stand up straight, and looked at him with clear eyes, without fear.

Who wouldn't say the same asylum in his mouth on weekdays, when it came time to choose, he didn't know what choice this so-called leader of the right way would make, his eyes were a little crazy!He is the master of Penglai, why would he fall off his seat with a few words from the old man who came out of customs? How could he bear to see his clansman's magnanimity on the surface and ridicule behind their backs?Why didn't the old thing with a honey-belly sword protect him, but instead acted as the old immortal's helper, pulling him down from his seat?
It was you who put me on stage, and you who put me down?Think I'm a three year old?A marionette for you to fiddle with?Well, even if I am the owner of the island, I will handle the trivial matters as big as sesame seeds. On top of major matters, which matter has my opinion been asked?The ridicule of my clansman today, one day I will pay back twice as much.

With deep-seated resentment in his eyes, he looked at the ignorant child lying on the bed: "I don't know what kind of concessions your good master, good master, and good master will make for you?"

"Impossible! It's just a little slut in the Qi refining period. If you lose it, you lose it. There are many Penglai island masters in this world, let alone an apprentice?" Imagining the tragic situation of this child after being abandoned, he has no idea. An inexplicable pleasure, a little black fire in the palm of the hand scorched the protective formation protecting the little bitch.

The formation suddenly collapsed, and he stretched out his hand.

(End of this chapter)