Tianxiang still remembered that he used himself to please others, and said fiercely with his spiritual consciousness: "You can only heal yourself!"

Xie Lingtan: "Okay."

He put the sword into the space magic weapon and ignored it.

Tian Xiang was furious: "You, you!"

It's really on fire.

Raging fire.

Yan Yiyun was happy: "Brother Xie, your clothes are burned..."

The purple-haired swordsman extinguished the fire with the wind of his palm, but remained unmoved.

Jiang Qinfeng endured the heat and advised:

"This is the best sword in the world after all. It's natural to have arrogance. What's the point of doing this?"

Xie Lingtan took out Broken Gold and smiled, with a little pride in his expression.

"With Duanjin, the sword you gave me is the best."

The celestial phenomena cried loudly in the magic weapon space.

The master of Thousand Swordsman is serious. In order to please the brat in front of him, he will do anything!!

He really got out of the cage and entered the hands of thanksgiving.

Jiang Qinfeng found a book on the stars in the bookstore. Because of the popularity of Zhaixinglou, this booklet was sold everywhere.

"Let me see what good things I have so far..."

Before he had walked a few steps, he heard the monks behind him laughing loudly.

"Hahahaha, what did I see? Someone actually brought a painting of Mr. Snow Soul for sale. What's so good about selling it? Even if Snow Soul looks like a flower, in front of the panacea, magic weapon and spiritual treasure,

How much money is it worth?”

Another monk echoed: "Mr. Chen is right. I'm afraid only female monks are willing to spend that money. Those women can't walk when they see good-looking men, and their heads get hot. Don't they have to spend money in vain?"

"The starting price for this painting is 100,000 spirit stones. Hahaha, I laughed so hard. I heard that the Snow Soul has long been despised by the master. He is not even allowed to enter the top of the fairyland. How can he still have such dignity?"

Yan Yiyun was puzzled: "Although what they said is unpleasant, it is not unreasonable. What is so good about this painting? Can it cure diseases and save people?"

"The most ridiculous thing, the most ridiculous thing, do you know? The name of this painting! What's it called...Jiang Qinfeng·Night of Flowers and Candles in the Bridal Chamber? Which female monk painted this?" The monk surnamed Chen became even more arrogant.

The person involved, Jiang Qinfeng, was stunned: "What? What night?"

"Brother Xie, did you hear what he said?"

Xie Lingtan was staring at the booklet, his eyes burning so brightly that he seemed to be able to burn a hole.
Chapter completed!