Chapter 1680 Entering the Holy Land of Cultivation for the First Time, Monk Biyunxuan

As the bright stars twinkled, space fluctuations continued to impact, and Su Twelve felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

I don’t know how long it took, but the scene in front of me completely disappeared, and my consciousness fell into chaos.

The three Nascent Souls in his body immediately felt exhausted, and his own true energy was also unconscious and unable to move even half a minute.

In a daze, a faint voice sounded in my ears.

"Huh? What's going on? Only one person came this time? What's going on over there in Tiandu? Didn't they agree that hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators have been gathered and they will be teleported here soon?"

"Is it possible that something happened during the transmission? Isn't there a Nascent Soul with a damaged body next to this person?"

"It seems that the only way to explain it is that the risk of long-distance transmission is still too high!"

In the deep starry sky, on a desolate small star, there is a huge teleportation array engraved with star patterns. The dazzling light on it slowly calms down between flickers.

Next to the teleportation array, two figures, one fat and one thin, were hovering in mid-air, looking down at the figure lying on the ground in the teleportation array.

The person being looked at was none other than Su Twelve, who took the risk of teleporting away from the Tiandu Teleportation Formation.

Next to Su Twelve, Yin Qingxue's Nascent Soul was lying.

But at this moment, both Su Twelve himself and Yin Qingxue Yuanying were motionless and fell into coma.

The green lotus that originally wrapped Yin Qingxue's Nascent Soul had also disappeared, hidden within her Nascent Soul. Only the surface of Nascent Soul was left, still wearing a cyan pocket soft armor with lotus flowers.

His eyes swept across the person and Yuanying on the teleportation array, and after a moment, the two looked at each other again.

The thin monk with two mustaches shook the two beards at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Brother, only one person and one Nascent Soul survived this teleportation. How about the reward from Tiandu?"

Slightly fat

The monk put his hands behind his back, faintly exuding a calm and powerful aura that was not angry but powerful.

"This Yuanying monk's cultivation level is not bad. He has perfected his cultivation in the Yuanying stage. It seems that Tiandu's strength has really improved a lot in these years! After all, they have cooperated many times. According to the two Yuanyings, The reward has been settled.”

The mustache monk rolled his eyes, "Well..."

The fat monk said calmly: "Junior brother, if you have any ideas, it doesn't matter."

The mustached monk then smiled and said: "I heard that Tiandu has a new palace master. It can be said that this is the first time the two parties have cooperated. An accident occurred in the first cooperation. If the other party is allowed to Bear all losses, I'm afraid..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

The meaning has been expressed, and it is just the point.

"Oh? When did junior brother become so kind? How many benefits did he promise you that day?" The fat monk's eyes fell on the mustached monk, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Senior brother is senior brother. I really can't hide anything from you." The mustached monk smiled and immediately held out three fingers.

The fat monk raised his eyebrows and said quickly: "Oh? This new Lord of Tiandu Palace is quite ruthless. According to our Biyunxuan's past rules, people like you and me who deal with it will be punished. One achievement is already the upper limit.”

"It would be better for him to just give up 30% of the profit. No wonder Junior Brother is thinking about him like this."

The smile on the mustache monk's face became even brighter. He hurriedly approached his companion and whispered: "Senior brother, don't worry. No matter how many, you and I are still following the old rules. As long as we have the resources, we will be your six and my four."

The slightly fat monk looked calm

The head said, "Well, since there has been a new palace master today, our Biyunxuan will be responsible for the transmission loss. But this kind of thing only happens once, otherwise you and I won't be able to bear it if the higher ups track it down. rise."

The mustached monk nodded hastily, "Of course! Of course!"

The fat monk squinted his eyes, then raised his hand, and a letter flew out from his sleeve and hovered in the air.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up his pen and wrote his name on the paper.

After doing all this, the letter flew to the mustached monk with a hiss.

"I have signed my name and brought the letter with me. You can go to the Treasure Pavilion to withdraw the corresponding resources."

Looking at the letter in front of him, the bearded monk's eyes shone. In his eyes, this was no ordinary letter, but a large amount of cultivation resources.

As Biyunxuan monks, they naturally receive a lot of training resources on daily basis.

But relying solely on the sect's salary can barely cover daily training expenses.

Although Tiandu is located in a remote location, the sect's power is not very strong. But no matter how weak it is, it is still a force. The transactions between forces are far beyond what ordinary individuals can compare with.

No monk would be too short on cultivation resources. Thirty percent of the resources are quite an astonishing amount of wealth.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I will definitely take care of things."

"By the way, this person is a Nascent Soul, what should we do next?"

After carefully putting the letter away, the mustached monk's eyes fell on the unconscious Su Twelve and Yin Qingxue Yuanying again.

The fat monk immediately said: "If you are in the realm of Dzogchen cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage, you can get a good price if you sell it. It would be good to send it to the auction house in Baizhangfang City and sell it to someone as a servant."

"Senior brother, I don't know something. Baizhang

The auction in Fangshi announced decades ago that it would be closed for three hundred years, and I'm afraid it won't open again in the short term. "

"Oh? The door has been closed for three hundred years? Is this happening?"

"According to reliable information, Baizhangfang City is probably secretly refining a great treasure."

"In this case, things are a bit troublesome. With this person's cultivation level, it is impossible for us to support him. If his cultivation level fluctuates and causes a disaster, it will be troublesome."

The mustachioed monk's eyes rolled wildly, and then as if his senior brother thought of something, he hurriedly continued to speak.

"By the way, senior brother, wasn't there an accident at the Shiwan Mine some time ago, and a lot of people died? I don't think it's better to send him to the Shiwan Mine. A monk at the Nascent Soul Stage, in the Shiwan Mine, a It’s worth a dozen people.”

The fat monk hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "It's okay, sending him to the Shiwan Mine will also play a big role. You can arrange this. As for this Nascent Soul..."

As he said that, the fat monk's eyes fell on Yin Qingxue Yuanying.

"Huh? This set of Nascent Soul Heart Armor is quite good. Wait...this aura is the unique magic weapon aura of Xuannv Tower? Is this person actually related to Xuannv Tower?"

After saying this, the fat monk frowned slightly and his expression became solemn.

"Senior brother, why should we worry too much? This person's transformation into Yuan Ying has nothing to do with us. Besides, Xuannv Tower has many rules. Even if the Heart Armor magic weapon comes from Xuannv Tower, it does not mean that she and Xuannv Tower must have the same relationship. relation."

"I think we should follow the old rules and send her to Baizhangfang City for consignment. This set of Nascent Soul Heart Armor alone is enough to increase the value of this Nascent Soul several times."

"We will report it at the normal Nascent Soul value, and the extra money will be..."

The mustached monk hurriedly spoke in a low voice.