Fat Nightmare imitated the Tyrant Lion and shrunk his body, then sat down on the chair.

After buying the array plate, the monk subconsciously looked at the stall next to him, and then his eyes were attracted by Tyrant Lion and Fat Nightmare.

Especially the female cultivator, after just one glance, she was fascinated by the fat and cute appearance of Fat Nightmare. She really seemed to move away.

There is also a miniature version of the Tyrant Lion, with its shiny and smooth fur. I really want to touch it, and I even forget about his status as one of the top ranked figures in the world of monsters.

The two beasts were sitting there doing nothing, when a group of monks came over.

In the space, the fire phoenix used its fiery red wings to prop up the bird's face.

[Batian Lion and Fat Nightmare can actually earn spiritual stones without selling their painting books.]

[Why?] The round-eared rabbit’s eyes were filled with confusion.

Bai Zhi answered the call.

[Little Ear, look at the eyes of those monks.]

[The eyes are a little hot, what do they want to do?]

[I want to touch the hair of Tyrant Lion and Fat Nightmare.]

【This is not something they can touch casually.】

The fur of their monsters is most important, how can they be touched by others?

[Yes, you can touch it by spending spiritual stones. Do you think they can touch it? 】

When Baizhi said this, the round-eared rabbit suddenly understood.

However, Tyrant Lion and Fat Nightmare will never use this method to earn spiritual stones.

In front of the stall, there was already a female cultivator who couldn't help but ask.

"What are you selling?"

Seeing a guest coming to the door, Ba Tianshi smiled and said in a gentler tone than usual.

"Would you like to buy a drawing book?"

"Draw a notebook?" The female cultivator said with a touch of regret.

In the eyes of many monks, drawing books can only be used for entertainment and entertainment, and have no other use at all.

For casual practitioners, buying a painting book and reading it back is simply a waste of money.

The other monks gathered around the stall also heard the Tyrant Lion's answer, and they all shook their heads.

"If it's exercises, we can buy two copies. We'd better forget about drawing books. We don't have the spare money or the time to read them."

Several monks agreed that it was indeed the case.

Being disliked by others, Tyrant Lion was neither angry nor discouraged, and was still smiling.

"What you said is wrong. Since the painting notebook can exist, it has its value.

You can try out a few pages first and decide if you want to read it. If you don’t want to read it, I won’t sell it if you buy it.”

Hearing Tyrant Lion calling himself "I", the monks surrounding him couldn't help but look at him with a high look.

Monsters can only call themselves me when they reach the seventh level and above. This Tyrant Lion is at least a seventh-level monster and above.

Even if you don't buy this painting book, you can't offend the lion.

"Give me a copy to try." The first female cultivator to talk to said to the Tyrant Lion.

"OK."

The Tyrant Lion waved its paw gently in the air, and a small book flew into the female cultivator's hand.

When the drawing book came into her hands, the female cultivator could clearly read the words on it.

The three words "not tainted" made the female cultivator open her eyes wide in surprise.

"Is this about Furan Dao-kun?"

Tyrant Lion nodded, "Exactly."

"Is he Taoist Buran from the Southern Wilderness Tianyuan Sect?"

"With the same name?" Tyrant Lion was definitely not being sarcastic, he really doubted this matter again.

"No, who dares to overestimate his ability and give him the same name as Lord Bu Ran?"

"Since it's not there, then quickly open it and take a look."

"Stall owner, can you give us a few books to try?"

"Just read one book first. If you think you can read it, just buy it."

Tyrant Lion is still very good at doing business, and what is not available is the best.

Everyone squeezes in to read a copy, which can further arouse their willingness to buy.

"It's okay to read one. Open it quickly and take a look."

"Okay, don't worry."

The female cultivator opened the first page with trembling hands.

Then there was the sound of swallowing saliva.

God, they can guarantee that the Buran Daojun in this painting book is the most accurate to me so far that they have seen.

Although it is still not as good-looking as the person himself, it still embodies most of Furan Daojun's appearance and temperament very well.

Painting books are usually not big, so this can only be regarded as a small portrait.

But it was such a small portrait that they all wanted to tear it off and treasure it.

I saw that the man in the painting was truly unique and unparalleled.

The male cultivators all stared at him, and the female cultivators even wanted to kiss him.

Why does Buran Daojun want to be so excellent and good, and why can't they get it?

The bright jade tree, graceful as a fairy, is their Taoist Bu Ran.

After seeing this small portrait, the female nuns no longer care about what is written behind it, as long as this one is there.

"Stall owner, how many spiritual stones are needed for this painting book? I bought it."

The female cultivator quickly closed the painting book to prevent others from looking at the small portrait.

"I want to buy it too."

"I also want."

With just one portrait, the painting book of Tyrant Lion and Fat Nightmare became a big hit.

Fatty Nightmare scratched Fatty's head with his fat hand, "Don't you want to read the following content?"

"There's no need to read it. As long as it's related to Taoist Bu Ran, it's all good."

"That's right, I'll just buy ten copies."

A male cultivator patted his chest proudly.

"Why did you buy so much?" the female nun next to him asked in confusion.

"I admire Lord Bu Ran, why don't you buy more?"

"No, there are so many of us. If you buy too much, we won't be able to buy it."

"That's right, one copy per person, no one will buy more."

"Okay, okay, you have a lot to do, so I'll just buy one."

"Good things should be shared with everyone. I will send a message to my friends and ask them to come and buy them too."

"Yes, I will also send a message to my senior brothers."

"Do your senior brothers also worship Lord Buran?"

The female nuns didn't believe the male nun among them.

He didn't mean to cause trouble, but he was actually jealous of Lord Bu Ran.

"I said, what's that look in your eyes? You female cultivators must like Buran Daojun. What's the difference between us male cultivators?"

The male cultivators are dissatisfied because the female cultivators are of low standard.

Is there only one kind of love in the world? They simply worship and want to be as powerful as Taoist Bu Ran.

"It's not bad, anyone can buy it as long as they are sincere.

But we only sell 100 copies today, first come first served."

"Ah, there are only one hundred copies. I am the first one to buy it. I must have one."

The female cultivator hid the painting notebook tightly in her chest, and no one was allowed to snatch it from her.

Feng Wan and others stood aside and watched, with a common emotion in their hearts: Bu Ran's influence was too great.

You say that people are liked by female cultivators because of their good looks. How do you explain those fanatical pursuers of male cultivators?

Bu Ran is the kind of person who is good-looking, capable, and has a very good reputation, so he is killed by both men and women, old and young.

"Stall owner, you haven't said how much this painting book costs. I will pay you now."

Without the spiritual stone, the painting book would not be hers, and the female cultivator would never let go.

"Ten middle-grade spiritual stones, can you accept it?"

Babies, there is more!

(End of chapter)


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