Shen Lang glanced at Duan Jian and asked coldly: "Do you have a star stone for fellow Taoist?"

Duan Jian said contemptuously: "I don't have Star Stone. But can you still doubt that I can't buy the leaves of the Fengyang flower with my financial resources?"

"Sorry, Mr. Duan, I don't need anything else. I just want star stones." Shen Lang didn't know the exact relationship between Xiao Ling'er and Duan Jian, so he also acted a polite attitude.

"Hmph, I'm talking about this, so fellow Taoist won't give Duan a face? I'm practicing the mental method of yang attributes. If it weren't for your Fengyang flower's leaves that are of great use to me, why should I deal with you, a casual cultivator? Three small sky crystal stones will not be at a loss at this price." Duan Jian waved his sleeves.

There was a commotion in the hall. It was worthy of being Mr. Duan, and he had three small sky crystal stones at the beginning of his mouth! I'm afraid that all ordinary cultivators in the middle stage of the elixir had no wealth in their family.

Shen Lang was a little moved. The effect of the Xiaotian crystal is indeed amazing. It can quickly replenish mana. It is considered a life-saving thing for cultivators in the Kalpa stage.

But Duan Jian's attitude made him very unhappy, and this man seemed to look down on him very much.

"Fellow Daoist Duan, you can just trade with me. But I have a requirement?" Shen Lang smiled.

Duan Jian's face turned dark and thought to himself that this young master is willing to trade with you. Is there any requirement for you?

In front of so many people, Duan Jian was embarrassed to tear his face. In order to show his demeanor, Duan Jian asked in a deep voice: "What are the requirements for fellow Taoists?"

"Just let your female companion tell me something. Does she really like you? Or are you forcing her?" Shen Lang said with a smile.

He just wanted to figure out this matter. If Xiao Ling'er voluntarily chose Duan Jian, Shen Lang would give the leaves of the Fengyang flower to Duan Jian as a gift.

If this sword was really as he had guessed, it was forced by Xiao Ling'er to be his Taoist partner, Shen Lang would naturally care about this matter.

When Xiao Ling'er heard this, her delicate body trembled, and her cold pretty face became a little moved.

Duan Jian was furious. Damn, no wonder he thought something was wrong before. This kid really had an affair with Xiao Ling'er!

"Are you kidding me? Miss Ling'er and I were in love, so where did you get the pressure?" Duan Jian's face turned ashen and his voice increased by octave.

Seeing this sudden quarrel, the atmosphere in the hall was a bit solemn.

Everyone is a cultivator in the Killing Dan stage, and he has long been a human spirit. Unexpectedly, Shen Lang and Duan Jian’s female companion are still full of threads, so there is a good show now.

"Why is Mr. Duan so loud? I'm just asking you. Just ask your female companion to answer, do she really like you?" Shen Lang laughed.

Duan Jian's face was extremely gloomy, so he didn't accept this tone. The eldest son of his grand Ziyang Palace was handsome and handsome. Compared with the nameless early stage casual cultivator of Jiedan, he could tell at a glance which one is better.

Duan Jian didn't believe that Xiao Ling'er was so ungrateful, so he simply asked Xiao Ling'er in front of everyone: "Ling'er, please answer her quickly, you really like me."

"I..." Xiao Ling'er's beautiful eyes drooped, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her expression seemed a little painful.

After struggling for a moment, Xiao Ling'er bit her red lips and said, "Young Master Duan, I don't like you!"

The whole audience was silent, and the needle could be heard.

The monks in the hall did not look on the surface, but found it interesting inside.

"You!" Duan Jian's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, so angry that he couldn't speak.

He felt a burning pain on his face, and the one who slapped him in the face was the woman he loved so much.

If it weren't for the legendary body of the Bing Ling Phoenix Marrow and the body of a perfect jade. Duan Jian, who was arrogant and arrogant, wouldn't he marry her as his wife?

When Xiao Ling'er said this in public, Duan Jian suddenly felt that he was humiliated, and his anger increased to the extreme, and he roared: "I don't know the mercy, I'll waste my hard work to save you bitch!"

After roaring, he slapped Xiao Ling'er in the face.

At this moment, Shen Lang's body flashed, turned into a wind and came to Duan Jian's body, and grabbed Duan Jian's arm with lightning speed.

"I'm just asking casually. Why should Mr. Duan get angry? Don't Mr. Duan want the leaves of Fengyang Flower? Let's continue to trade." Shen Lang smiled.

Duan Jian suddenly withdrew his right hand and said with a grim expression: "I don't have time to talk nonsense to you, how do you want to trade?"

"It's very simple. I'll use the leaves of the Fengyang flower to come to your female companion. What do you think?" Shen Lang said coldly.

Duan Jian was stunned at first, then furious and roared: "Boy, you dare to humiliate me!"

Everyone in the hall took a breath of cold air, thinking that this nameless cultivator was too brave to offend Duan Jian?

"In my eyes, this is just a transaction." A cold light appeared in Shen Lang's eyes.

Xiao Ling'er finally couldn't sit still. She stood up and bowed slightly to Shen Lang, bent her lips, and squeezed out a smile: "The little woman is willing to agree to this deal. Please ask the senior to take the young woman away. The young woman is willing to be a slave and a servant for life and serve this senior."

"You... Xiao Ling'er, you bitch! You have the will to say what happened just now!" Duan Jianqi wanted to vomit blood and roared sternly.

Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned slightly white. She approached Shen Lang a little, and said calmly: "The little woman wants to leave with this senior, but I hope Mr. Duan will fulfill her."

Duan Jian's forehead bulged with blue veins, and his right palm stretched out, and a ball of purple and golden flames burned in his palm.

The temperature around the hall suddenly rose and the heat waves blew up.

"Purple Yang Fire!"

The monks in the hall saw the purple-gold flame in Duan Jian's hand, and a hint of fear appeared on their faces.

Consciousness flashed across Shen Lang's face, and he could also feel the power of the purple and golden flame.

Duan Jian was already furious, and his female companion publicly stated that he wanted to be someone else's maid. If this was to be spread, it would probably make people laugh.

He used to be sympathetic and could not bear to use force against Xiao Ling'er. Now, he wished he could beat this woman ten thousand times!

"Young Master Duan, don't get angry. Haven't you said whether you agree or not?" Shen Lang smiled coldly.

Duan Jianqi's breathing was not smooth, and he roared: "You are very brave to dare to hit my female companion! Duan finally advised you, if you want to survive, get out of here!"

This loud shout made the entire hall roar.

All the monks in the Kalpa stage watched the scene, with a hint of solemnity on their faces, and the scene became a little wrong.

"Mr. Duan, I just want to make a deal. But it would be a bit disgusting for you to bully a female person like this. Since you see me so unhappy, then why don't we come to a duel and use force to solve the problem? "Shen Lang said calmly.

"Just because of you, you still want to challenge me?" Duan Jian showed a strong disdain on his face.

"How can I know if I don't try it?" Shen Lang shrugged.

"Okay, I promise you that I will not say ugly things in front of you. In the competition, it is not a matter of life or death. If I accidentally kill you, don't blame me for being ruthless." Duan Jian said with a ferocious look on his face.
Chapter completed!