Femme rice shouldn't be so neat.

Last time, there were red-eyed rat bears hidden in this pile of rice. As soon as the rat bear came out, the rice was scattered everywhere, and it was definitely not as neat as it is now.

Unless someone piles up the rice again.

When I saw the rice pile, I felt something was wrong and hurriedly gave a reminder, but it was one step too late.

Chen Ge'er, who was the first to run over, was grabbing a handful of feather rice and was very excited, but unexpectedly, a sword energy suddenly slashed out from the rice pile.

The sword energy was like the wind, and it went straight to its neck. Chen Ge'er, who was attracted by the femur rice, had no chance to avoid or even resist.

Buzz!!

The sword light flashed, and another long sword blocked the sudden appearance of the sword energy. Wen Qiuqing's pretty face was filled with evil. If she hadn't taken the action in time, Chen Ge'er would have died on the spot.

"Who!" Ma Xiaobu was shocked and hurriedly pulled out his long sword and shouted angrily at the rice pile.

"Hide in the rice pile, are you a rice insect? Get out of here." Jiang Xiaolian was the most rude and cursed.

"Since you are a fellow fellow, why bother to sneak up on your face?" Wen Qiuqing's voice was chilling. The other party was ruthless and was definitely not a good person.

A group of disciples of Qianyun Sect were tense, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"If you have a master, you can come and take it without asking. How can you remember without leaving some lessons?"

A voice came from Mishan, and the other party could not hide and refused to show his true face.

"Is this mountain belly your backyard? Or is this cave your granary?" Jiang Xiaolian said angrily: "Stop pretending to be a ghost for me, and I won't come out and burn your rice mountain!"

"You can try." Another cold voice came from Mishan: "You can burn our femur rice, don't even think about going out."

The atmosphere gradually solidified, and it seemed that there was not a single person hidden in Mishan.

"If you have a master, there is a master. We don't steal or rob, why do you hurt people? I almost killed my junior sister!" Ma Xiaobu asked the other party angrily, and Chen Ge'er's little face was still pale now.

"Murder? What a joke. She is not dead again. When will we kill people?" Mishan continued to hear voices.

Hurry!

The rice rolled down, and more than ten long swords poked out from the Mi Mountains, and the sword energy surged on the sword edge.

At least a dozen monks were hiding in Mishan, but they didn't plan to come out.

Once cultivators fight, they will either die or be injured. No one will take action rashly before distinguishing the strength of their opponents.

However, Jiang Xiaolian didn't care about that. She turned her eyes and put her hands behind her. There was a small purse-like pocket in her hand.

Jiang Xiaolian was circulating her true energy, and a dim halo immediately flowed from the pocket. The next moment, a little black dog appeared at her feet.

The puppy is not big, with black hair all over, big eyes and small noses, and a pair of wind-catching ears. It looks clumsy and cute.

"go!"

Jiang Xiaolian kept banging at the rice dumplings, and the little black dog shook his tail and plunged into the rice dumplings.

"What! Ah! Don't bite me!"

"What a furry thing!"

"There are monsters! Go out quickly!"

A burst of exclamations came from the rice pile, and a loud noise. The rice mountains collapsed. More than a dozen people escaped from it in a panic, all wearing earth-colored robes and holding long swords.

These people were covered in dust and in a mess, especially the last short and fat guy was biting a little black dog on his legs.

"Get out of here, beast!"

The short and fat man was furious and swung his sword to slash. The little black dog was very flexible. Without waiting for the sword light to sweep, he let go of his mouth and jumped out in advance, and returned to Jiang Xiaolian's feet.

"Your dog! You dare to let the dog bite!" The short and fat man's calves were bleeding and he shouted with grinning.

"My dog ​​doesn't bite people, it likes dogs to bite dogs." Jiang Xiaolian said indifferently.

"You can bite people and curse people! You are looking for death!" The short fat man was furious and cursed while bandaging his wounds: "Little nymph! Wait for grandpa to settle the score with you!"

"It's time to settle the score well. The clues you made for sale are simply fake."

Wen Qiuqing's eyes gradually became colder. She glanced at the short and fat man, and then fell on a cultivator with a small eyes and said coldly: "Guo Chen, you should pay me back those twenty spirit stones."

It turned out that those who hid in Mishan were all monks from Longyan Sect, including Guo Chen, who was sold to Wen Qiuqing for fake news, and the one who was bitten by the dog was the short and fat man Pang Feng.

No wonder these people refused to come out, hiding in Mishan to hide in order to avoid debts.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Guo Chen smiled awkwardly and explained: "Fellow Daoist Wen has just come to the cultivation world. Clues are hard to explain. Who is sure that the clues you got must be true? To be honest, I bought the clues for you twenty spirit stones by myself. I bought them for 18 spirit stones by myself. I just bought them two spirit stones. At worst, I don't want these two spirit stones anymore, and I will give you back."

As he said that, Guo Chen took out two spirit stones and wanted to hand them to Wen Qiuqing.

"Where are you lying to the ghost?"

Jiang Xiaolian stopped doing it, and slapped two spirit stones and said, "You said we are not new to the cultivation world. If you take two spirit stones, you want to send us away? Hand over the twenty spirit stones you bought the clues, and it won't be possible to lose one!"

"Who are you? What does my dealings with fellow Daoist Wen have to do with you?" Guo Chen glanced at the other party and said angrily.

"I am Senior Sister Wen's good sister, and her spirit stone is my spirit stone." Jiang Xiaolian refused to give in and said, "Get the spirit stone!"

"What if I don't give it to me?" Guo Chen took two steps back, his tone gradually getting colder.

"The transaction is something you want to do, but there is no reason to refund money."

A 40-year-old monk from Longyan Sect took a step forward. He had the cultivation level of the late stage of Qi Refining. At this time, he said in a deep voice: "According to what you said, did I buy a flying sword with a spirit stone? After using it, I have to ask the seller to refund the money? This is the case with the clue transaction. The correct clue is considered luck, and the clue is invalid. You can only think of yourself as unlucky."

"Senior Brother Sun is right! You guys think you are unlucky!"

Pang Feng, who was bitten by a dog, sucked the air conditioner and pointed at Jiang Xiaolian and shouted: "You let the dog bite people! I have been seriously injured and died. How do you calculate the account? Take out two hundred spirit stones and I can write it off, otherwise you don't think about going out!"

"Oh! I've been seriously injured and I still have the strength to bargain." Jiang Xiaolian curled her lips and said squintly: "Didn't your senior brother say everything just now, you think you're unlucky."

"What do you think you are unlucky! If you let the dog bite someone, you have to compensate me for the spirit stone!" Pang Feng stared at him and refused to forgive him.

"Which eye can you see it is the dog I put on? Whoever bites you will look for?" Jiang Xiaolian gloated. The little black dog had been taken away by her and there was no trace of it.

"Spiritual Beast Bag..." Senior Brother Sun, led by Longyan Sect, whispered, very surprised.

It is extremely rare for monks who can have storage bags during the Qi Refining Period. People with magic weapons that are higher than storage bags are even rarer, especially the disappearing little black dog, who may be a real spirit beast.

"Your honors the name of the surname. It is really enviable to have a spiritual beast with such cultivation." A monk named Sun from Longyan Sect clerks his fists.

Jiang Xiaolian snorted and reported herself to her house, but she didn't care at all.

"Jiang Xiaolian... The true disciple of Lihuo Palace is no wonder that he has an amazing wealth and has long been famous." The monk surnamed Sun frowned. He knew that he had encountered a difficult character today.

"Since I have heard of my daimyo, then pay back the money, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." Jiang Xiaolian said with her eyes wide open.

"Senior Brother Sun..." Guo Chen hesitated.

"Give them the spirit stones back." The monk surnamed Sun made a quick decision and said, "But we discovered these passion rice and had nothing to do with you."

Guo Shen couldn't help but looked back at the ground with a scented rice, and had to take out twenty spirit stones.

As soon as he handed over the spirit stone, before Wen Qiuqing could pick it up, he saw a hand reaching out and directly grab Guo Chen's wrist.
Chapter completed!