Chapter 34 Meet with a smile

Nalan Zhouyi accompanied the crane all the way, with a leisurely appearance, not the sword light flying in the sky, and suddenly passed away. Nalan Zhouyi stopped, looked at the distant shadow, and clenched his five fingers.

A simple and monotonous room came into sight. Several weeds in front of the door were mixed. In the courtyard, several teenagers stood head and stood facing a proud middle-aged man with a face. Behind them stood two big men with swords on their back. A face of indifference.

"Well, a group of waste, you haven't paid your expenses last time. Have you paid it this time? If you don't pay today, don't follow Murong Tian's boss in the future. The boss won't raise waste. Each person can't afford to pay ten pieces of spiritual stones a month. Humph, and he still has the face to follow the boss..." The middle-aged man spat rudely on the face of a standing man, squeaked his lips with contempt, and his nostrils turned to the sky.

"You?!" The man raised his head suddenly and roared seriously, "Don't be so aggressive!" The voice was angry, and blue veins surged up on his face.

"I, what about me? What do you want? What can you do? I tell you, if you don't hand it over today, you won't be protected by Murong Tian's boss in the future. Humph, if you don't have the boss's protection, you are just a bunch of wastes and will never become big weapons. You can only be trampled under my feet!"

"Brother Sword, don't be angry. You see, it has already been gathered. As you know, the uncle of the Trivia Hall is unreasonable. Who knows what's wrong this time? He was furious. He not only did not give us any reward, but also confiscated all the income of the spiritual stone of our task this time. You see. Can you tolerate it for a few days? I will definitely make it all together. The middle-aged man looked down at the person who wanted to speak.

"The sky in the eyes? Look at your bear, damn it, have you come back to the oven and do it again? What's wrong with a blue nose and a swollen face? Won't you make that old guy angry again? Humph, it's not enough to do anything... Today, I'm visiting on behalf of Murong Tian. If I don't hand it up, no matter who you are, I'll wait to be bullied in the future. Humph!"

As soon as I heard it, my blood suddenly surged, and my face turned blue and red. I lowered my head, and my fists creaked in my sleeves.

"Brother Changjian, do you think you can accommodate me? This is the only five lower-grade spiritual stones. I will honor you first. All right, okay? A few days, okay?" In his eyes, Tian lowered his head and slapped the middle-aged man's flattery, while stretching out a hand, five spiritual stones in his hand, shining.

The middle-aged man waved his right hand, and the spiritual stone in his hand disappeared.

"I said that in my eyes, you can be a human being, but this time each person has ten spiritual stones, and one can't be missing. Even if you keep a dog, you will shake your tail and beg for mercy. There are no ten spiritual stones a month. Let me tell you, the boss doesn't raise waste..." The middle-aged man raised his head and used the legendary 45 degrees angle. Looking up at the sky, he looks flat and pretentious.

In his eyes, Tian was listening to this and almost beat people. The cultivation of the middle-aged man's sword was only five layers of the practice period, and he was only seven layers of the practice period, and the person behind him was also seven layers of practice. However, when he saw the two big men behind the long sword, he suddenly lost his temper. The five people behind him also looked angry, gritted their teeth and trembled all over.

In my eyes, the sky is even worse, and the bottom of my heart is even more scolding: my spiritual stone can't be melted. Damn it, I will die. At the same time, he secretly vowed that one day, I will trample you under my feet.

At this moment, a loud and bold voice came.

"One sword and eight immortals, the sword sweeps the sixhe red dust chaos... Two swords in the wind and clouds, cut the immortals and draw swords between heaven and earth... Three swords fall red, and the demons are removed for 5,000 years... Four swords enlightened, gently solve the red dust and turn them into immortals..."

Nalan Zhouyi came over gently. The crane on his shoulder, singing gracefully, gradually spread with the song of Nalan's table and chair killing immortals and drawing swords.

"Who are you?" With a cold shout, the song stopped abruptly. Nalan Zhouyi, who only cared about playing with the crane, suddenly stagnated under his feet, raised his head in astonishment and followed the sound. The crane on his shoulder was also confused and almost dropped from Nalan Zhouyi's shoulder. Nalan Zhouyi was suddenly interrupted. Looking at the gorgeous middle-aged man's long sword, he looked at it confusedly.

"Zhou Yi, is that you?" Nalan Zhouyi had not yet distinguishing the situation, and a surprise behind the long sword suddenly broke the silence.

"Well... it's the heavenly brother in my eyes! I didn't expect to meet so soon. It's really predestined. Is this one? Nalan Zhouyi came to his senses.

"You don't need to know who I am. Humph, a little guy deserves to know who I am!" The long sword turned around proudly, "Hurry up, don't waste your time."

"Brother Tian, what's going on?" I asked puzzledly. Nalan Zhouyi looked at the posture, which didn't seem to be a good thing. The more he looked at it, the more he seemed to find fault.

"Zhou Yi, it's like this..." He introduced the situation with an embarrassed face. The long sword glanced at Nalan Zhouyi coldly. Obviously, Nalan Zhouyi, a little boy, can't turn over much waves and can't attract other people's attention.

"Oh, well, brother, I happen to have 60 low-grade spiritual stones here. Take them and use them," Nalan Zhouyi took them out in his arms, and 60 colorful spiritual stones appeared in his hand. I didn't expect that the world would be so cold in the world of cultivation. As soon as the sword saw it, his eyes lit up, and he secretly said that there were quite a lot of spiritual stones for this little guy, and his mind couldn't help moving.

"Well, brother, this is your spiritual stone, which is the foundation of our cultivation of immortals. Isn't that I'm sorry for you!" Although when Tian was in the Trivia Hall, he used Nalan Zhouyi to report. He was very selfish and uneasy and kind-hearted, he was not a bad person after all. When he saw Nalan Zhouyi, he didn't want to take out his spiritual stone, and he couldn't help but be a little moved.

"Brother, you're welcome. Take it first, and you can return it to me later!" Nalan Zhouyi waved his hand indifferently, and his small figure couldn't help but magnify a little in the eyes of Tian and others.

In his eyes, he is also a person who can afford to let go. Although it is only the seven-level cultivation of the practice period, he has been rolling at the bottom of the sect for so many years, and there is also a set of forms. Reach out to remove the spiritual stone in Nalan Zhouyi's hand.

"Brother Changjian, this is 60 spiritual stones. Please take care of me in the future." In his eyes, he handed 60 spiritual stones to the long sword, which was rudely put in the storage bag.

"Yewell, that's good." His face slowed down, turned his head and looked at Nalan Zhou Yi, "Kid, if you want to practice here, you must abide by the rules here. If you want to practice better, you must be sheltered under the wings of Mr. Murong Tian. Otherwise, hum, you can't eat!"

"Well, what do you say?" Originally, I thought that several people in my eyes were spirit stones that owed a long sword, but it was all right. I didn't expect that there was such a thing. Looking back at the sky, the latter lowered his head. Nalan Zhouyi suddenly felt clear that he must have cared about the self-esteem of himself and others.

"I hand in ten spiritual stones every month, and Murong Tian will follow you in the future."

"Well, underworld, collect protection fees?" This time, Nalan Zhouyi understood that there was fraud and oppression everywhere, just like in the secular world. Nalan Zhouyi has lived in Nalan's mansion since he was a child. He has never bowed his head to others, and when he often goes out, the most annoying thing is this kind of fraud. Hearing this, he suddenly became angry.

"What if not?"

"Don't hand it in? Then you can try it. You will have two heads in three days, your head will be bloody, and you will never want to make progress!" The sword said coldly.

"Do you dare? Aren't you afraid of the suzerain's fault?"

"The suzerain, the suzerain can take care of such a broken thing every day. Besides, this is the hidden rule of the sect, and it is also to improve the competitiveness of low-level disciples. They can't make up ten spiritual stones a month for such a waste. It's really a fucking shame!" The long sword looked at Nalan Zhou Yi coldly, with his hands on his back.

"You are contrary to yang and yin, and you have exceeded the boundary." Nalan Zhouyi was angry.

"So what?"

"If you don't hand it in, just don't hand it in. Don't be afraid of you!"

"Real?" The long sword opened his mouth coldly, and there was a sneer in his eyes, which turned into a gloomy indifference.

"Yes!"

Nalan Zhouyi had not yet opened his mouth, and a colder and crisp sound came faintly. Hearing this, Nalan Zhouyi was in a happy mood.