"Mr. Chen, your joke is too big!"
When Bai Xiaosheng heard that Chen Nanxuan wanted to kill him and destroy Wanbao Tower, a cold look flashed in his eyes. He really thought that Bai Xiaosheng was an ant, and that Wanbao Tower was a soft persimmon, known as the major overlords in Zhongzhou. One of the forces, Wanbao Tower is not doing ordinary business.
"I'm not kidding you. According to the rules of the auction, the thousand-year-old jujube tree struck by lightning belongs to me. I will give you five seconds to hand it over to me. Once the time is up, you will be a corpse."
"I have to remind you that your Wanbao Tower is one of the overlords in Zhongzhou, but in my eyes it is just a small place. I burned it and no one dared to do anything to me. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try Bar!"
After saying that, Chen Nanxuan stretched out his fingers and started counting: "One second...two seconds...three seconds...four seconds..."
Bai Xiaosheng struggled for a while in his mind, and finally chose to compromise: "Mr. Chen, I was just joking. Since our Wanbao Tower can hold an auction, then we can also afford it. The thousand-year lightning strike on the jujube tree is It’s yours, I hope we can cooperate next time.”
Chen Nanxuan smoothly took the thousand-year-old lightning-struck jujube tree handed to him: "You know what you are doing, but if you still feel aggrieved, you can send people to rob it at any time, but I have to warn you, when you send people to rob it, your Wanbao Tower will be destroyed!"
Bai Xiaosheng quickly shook his head: "Mr. Chen is joking, how dare I, then I will go out first!"
After Bai Xiaosheng received the check, he opened the door and saw Master Xuanku and Taoist Priest Qingwei outside. He nodded to the two masters and left in despair.
"What do you two want from me?"
Chen Nanxuan seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and asked knowingly.
"Mr. Chen, let's get straight to the point!"
"Can you sell us a small part of the thousand-year-old lightning-struck jujube wood? We want to use it to refine a magical weapon to suppress evil spirits. We hope Mr. Chen can give us a chance!"
Master Xuanku and Taoist Priest Qingwei exchanged a smile.
"no!"
Chen Nanxuan refused directly: "This thousand-year-old lightning-struck jujube is just such a small piece. I want to use it to make three or four magical weapons for them. I don't even have enough for myself."
Master Xuanku and Taoist Priest Qingwei looked at each other.
"Mr. Chen, we don't want much. We just need some scraps to make a bracelet or a palm-sized wooden seal."
"We, Longhu Mountain and Wutai Mountain, are suppressing some powerful evil spirits. Our magic weapon has been around for too long and is about to break. If there is no new magic weapon to replace it and evil spirits emerge, the entire Great Xia will be in dire straits."
Taoist Priest Qingwei and Master Xuanku begged.
"What is the evil spirit you are suppressing?"
Chen Nanxuan was curious for a while. Before he went down the mountain, three beautiful masters took away all the magic weapons and said they were going to suppress evil spirits and evil spirits. He could not figure out what they were.
"Mr. Chen, this is a long story!"
"This matter is of great importance, and we have no right to reveal too much. If you are willing to part with a small part of the leftover materials from the thousand-year-old lightning-struck jujube wood, we would all be grateful."
Master Xuanku and Taoist Priest Qingwei were unwilling to say more.
Chen Nanxuan thought for a while, as the War Emperor of Great Xia, he fought bloody battles on the border, not just to protect his family and country.
If, by that time, we are resisting the invasion of foreign enemies and the country is turned upside down by evil spirits, Daxia will inevitably be attacked from both sides and fall into a desperate situation.
This is not a picture of the future he wants to see.
"Okay! I'll give you some, but I need your two strongest secrets to exchange with me."
Finally, after Chen Nanxuan weighed the pros and cons, his palms glowed and he cut away the edge of the lightning-struck jujube wood.
Cut off the unused scraps and give them to them.
He is about to reach the stage of becoming a god. He must integrate many secret cultivation methods, understand the scriptures inside, and make his Tao foundation more stable, so that he can confidently attack the stage of becoming a god.
This is the method that three beautiful masters told him before he went down the mountain, to cultivate hundreds of scriptures in the furnace and strengthen his own Nascent Soul.
"You want the most powerful secret technique from our two families?"
The faces of Master Xuanku and Taoist Priest Qingwei were stunned.
Each sect's own secret method is never spread to others.
This is also the foundation for the continuation of each sect.
"If you don't want to, then there's no need to talk!"
Chen Nanxuan waved his hand to see off the guests.
"this……"
"Why……"
After weighing the pros and cons and being entangled for a while, Master Xuanku and Taoist Priest Qingwei finally nodded and agreed.
"Okay! If the evil spirit comes out, we will all die. Even if we keep the most powerful secret technique, it will be of no use."
"I just hope that Mr. Chen will not pass it on to others."
Master Xuanku and Taoist Priest Qingwei took out their mobile phones and opened the folder, which contained the most powerful secret method of practice.
"These thousand-year-old lightning-struck jujube trees are yours!"
Chen Nanxuan handed over the scraps of jujube wood that had been struck by lightning for thousands of years. These were the parts that he could not use for refining the magic weapon.
"Thank you Mr. Chen!"
"Then let's say goodbye first!"
Master Xuanku and Taoist Priest Qingwei packed up and left quickly.
"Let's go! It's time for us to leave!"
Chen Nanxuan took the lead, followed by the three beauties. They had just arrived at the huge square outside Wanbao Tower.
Suddenly, many hidden masters appeared around.
"Boy, you're finally fucking out. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Now let's see where you go."
The leader is very familiar. It is Wei Yan, the young master of the Tianlong Group, who was beaten badly by Chen Nanxuan before the auction.
He called back to Tianlong Group to bring in reinforcements.
"You don't have a long memory, so you are really not afraid that I will kill you!"
Chen Nanxuan did not take the reinforcements he had recruited into consideration.
"Chen Nanxuan, don't be so fucking arrogant. My father Wei Diao will be here soon. It's hard for you to fly today. I want you to kneel down and lick my car and shoes clean."
Wei Yan was furious and roared with a ferocious expression.
"Huh... Believe it or not, your father, Wei Diao, the chairman of Tianlong Group, will beat you up badly when he sees me."
Chen Nanxuan sneered.
"You're farting. My father, Wei, has perfect cultivation at the ninth level in the foundation stage. He is among the best even in Zhongzhou. How can he be afraid of you? How can he beat me so badly?"
Wei Yan sneered and didn't believe it.
"Who injured my son and went against my Tianlong Group because he didn't want to see the sun tomorrow?"
At this moment, an angry shout came from not far away. Surrounded by a group of hidden experts, Wei Diao, the chairman of Tianlong Group, walked over with a step that he would not recognize his relatives. He was playing with two things in his hand. A round alloy steel ball, with its nostrils and eyes almost raised to the sky.
"Dad! You finally came over. The guy who was surrounded was the one who hurt me. He also said that after you see him, you will beat me miserable."
Wei Yan went up to meet him, with runny nose and tears!
"Fuck...how could...it be them..."
Wei Diao followed what Wei Yan expected, and all the people surrounding Chen Nanxuan and Xiao Muxue dispersed. When Wei Diao saw clearly that it was Chen Nanxuan, his eyes widened in shock.
The alloy steel balls he was playing with fell to the ground.
