Myolie Zuo!

As she murmured this name, a hint of cold murderous aura flashed across her delicate face.

This woman relied on an ancient mirror and a rare treasure, as well as a forbidden magic way, to stay in the Beauty Palace and eat and drink for free.

The expenses in just a few months amounted to 130,000 to 400,000 spiritual stones, and it was getting more and more excessive, and it looked like it was going to empty the Beauty Palace.

Although it is relatively easy to earn spiritual stones in Hongyan Palace, they have to pay a huge head tax to Fuyou Dojo every year. After all, the net profit is less than 20%.

She, Yu Suoxin, is a well-respected figure in Fuyou City. When has she ever suffered such a humiliating situation!

"Where does this girl come from?"

Yu Suoxin raised her eyebrows and thought to herself.

Ever since she was defeated by Zuo Xing'er in one move, she began to secretly collect information about this woman.

The strange thing is that this woman seems to have jumped out of the cracks in the rocks. After asking all the major forces in Fuyou City, they found nothing.

Including Lan Yue Pavilion, who knows everything, there is no trace of information about Zuo Xing'er.

"So what if the dragon crosses the river? The land beneath your feet is Fuyou City!"

With a cold smile, Yu Suo made a plan.

If she is allowed to be arrogant for another half year, if Master Yin has not returned to the city by then, she will be ready to use bloody means to solve the problem.

Although killing is prohibited in Fuyou City, if several Yuan Dan monks from different factions break the rules together, and if they go through the whole process again, the Jin Dan Patriarch will not ask them to pay for their lives with their lives.

……

The sky was getting dark. Chen Ping and Weng Fuhong were chatting happily in the box. The wine bottles on the stone table were empty.

After they were full of wine and food, the maids in their arms were all red-faced, with some coverings removed from their bodies.

The maid serving Chen Ping was still wearing a thin green gauze dress.

But looking back at the maid chosen by the wealthy man, there is nothing superfluous about her body.

This woman had a plump body, and her skin was as radiant as jade. She covered most of her body in Weng Fuhong's arms, only revealing a charming face, smiling as she listened to the conversation between the two Yuandan monks.

And Weng Fuhong didn't care about Chen Ping's existence. He used magic to make his palm twice as big as before, and kept rubbing the maid's hand into a round shape.

"Senior Chen, the little girl's chest and abdomen suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. Can you help me check it out?"

Seemingly seeing that the sisters were moving to the next step, the foundation-building maid in Chen Ping's arms bit her lips slightly, exhaled the warm fragrance, and pressed her cheeks against each other.

"As a Yuandan monk, I am more than capable of solving your stubborn ailments. Hehe, I have always been a childlike child. Thirty thousand spirit stones at a time are not expensive, right?"

Putting two fingers on the maid's snow-white neck, Chen Pingping said expressionlessly.

"Senior, are you kidding me?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, then she couldn't help showing an embarrassed look on her face.

"Ahem, the two fairies will wait outside the door first."

Seeing that Chen Ping suddenly lost interest, Weng Fuhong also pushed away the maid who was undressing him and ordered.

"If Fellow Daoist Chen likes to be alone with the fairies, you can find another private room!"

After the two girls disappeared, Weng Fuhong said jokingly.

Hearing this, Chen Ping shook his head silently.

"Do fellow Taoists think they are not innocent? It doesn't matter, Weng immediately called Ping'er to replace her with a high-quality chick!"

Wang Fuhong was indeed a frequent visitor to the Beauty Palace. With a roll of his eyes, he immediately guessed what Chen Ping was thinking.

"No, Chen has eaten and drank enough. Thank you Commander Weng for the hospitality."

Waving his hand, Chen Ping decisively refused.

Hearing the meaning of farewell in his words, Weng Fuhong's face darkened, but then he said calmly: "In addition to thanking Daoist Chen for this banquet, Weng actually has something else to ask for."

"Weng Tong has a high and powerful position. I don't know what kind of difficulty it is that needs to be entrusted to us and other casual cultivators?"

Chen Ping put his hands in his sleeves and said indifferently.

"It's embarrassing to say that Weng is 330 years old, but he has only one heir who is only 40 years old. Quan Zi is usually very interested in puppetry. It happens that Chen Daoyou is also proficient in puppetry. Weng came up with it at the last minute. I hope you can

Take the dog as your disciple."

Weng Fuhong cupped his fists and said loudly.

"Apprenticeship?"

Chen Ping frowned and fell silent.

"Quuzi is a top-grade fire spirit root, and his qualifications are not too bad. His apprenticeship ceremony, Mr. Weng will also provide him with double the specifications."

Weng Fuhong said with great sincerity.

After hearing this, Chen Ping showed a trace of hesitation, but what Weng Fuhong never expected was that he had not considered accepting a disciple at all.

First of all, the qualifications for high-grade spiritual roots cannot pass his requirements.

Furthermore, the main purpose of his coming to Fuyou City was to condense the golden elixir, and he had no free time to teach a junior how to practice.
Chapter completed!