Supreme Saint Of World

0Although Xu Jinguo was surprised at the young man's efficiency in killing the demon beasts, he didn't probe further. After all, he couldn't see through the young man's cultivation, so it was obvious that he was stronger than him.    

    

Since there was a source of money, who would care where it came from? Especially in this time of economic distress, Xu Jinguo did not care at all.    

    

After muttering a few words, under the astonished gaze of the disciples inside the shop, Xu Jinguo returned to the counter. His arms were hanging down, and soon there was a snoring sound. He was obviously going to take a nap.    

    

After the youth in black walked out of the store, he immediately circled the streets of Zhenxing Sea City a few times. After making sure that no one was following him, he walked to a bustling corner of the street.    

    

At the corner, there was an old man with silvery-white hair and a wrinkled face. There was a huge banner beside him and he was carrying a pile of wooden sticks in front of him.    

    

At the end of the letter, there was a small line: "Do you want to know the fate between you and her? As long as you have one mid-grade spirit stone, you will be able to find your beloved partner, the one who will give you a hundred chances!"    

    

Most of the cultivators that passed by the old man would sneer at him. After all, cultivators that went against the heavens didn't believe in their own principles at all.    

    

Moreover, this old man was only in the late Qi Drawing Realm. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem like an expert in the Dao, but more like a swindler.    

    

However, there was still a small group of cultivators waiting here to get their autograph. These cultivators didn't have much faith in this old man, but they had their eyes on a woman in black next to him.    

    

This black-clothed woman was only 20 years old, but she was extremely beautiful. Her eyes were bright and her teeth were white. Her skin was snow-white, her nose was delicate, and her eyes were like pearls.    

    

In front of the stall of the old man, a few male disciples wearing different robes stared at the woman in black, their eyes wide open and their saliva dripping from their mouths.    

    

"You, and you, need one more mid-grade spirit stone!" This old man has just found out that your Indian Hall is not black and that there is a blood-red light between your eyebrows. Buying these two marriage straws and hanging them on the bed for seventy-nine days, reciting the Heart Cleansing Curse once every day will solve the problem! "    

    

The old man picked the two with the densest look on his face. A hint of ridicule appeared in his eyes as he impatiently said a few words and waved his hand. Clearly, he wanted them to leave.    

    

The two men were clearly unhappy. Just as they were about to flare up, they suddenly heard the rules of Star Sea City, which forbade anyone from causing trouble. Rumors had it that the violators had been dragged out to be fed to the dogs.    

    

The two disciples turned around and threw two Spirit Stones away. They were reluctant to leave, so they didn't pursue the matter of why the marriage contract could solve the blood disaster.    

    

The woman in black didn't have any interest in the disciples in front of her. She didn't even look at them; she only looked at her surroundings with a worried expression and said, "Why hasn't brother Chen Fan returned yet? Logically speaking, he should have already returned by now. Why did he take so long?"    

    

This woman in black was Ye Luoluo. After ten years of traveling with Chen Fan, she had arrived at the border of the Five Elements Sect. She had lived in Star Seasoul City for five years.    

    

They had been wandering on this planet for the past five years. Now, as Ye Rolo spoke, a faint white mist was flowing through his body. He was obviously at the early stage of the White Training Realm.    

    

These ten years, Ye Zhangqing seemed a lot older. Now that he heard Ye Luoluo's words, he rolled his eyes and said with dissatisfaction,    

    

"My daughter has grown up. She's really like water that has been poured out. This old man's heart is completely cold!" I'm afraid that on the day I die, you will be too preoccupied with your big brother Chen Fan to even collect up my corpse!    

    

Ye Rolo pouted. He was a bit annoyed and was about to retort when a teenager dressed in black walked over with a smile and said, "Rolo, Uncle Ye, how was the harvest today?"    

    

When Ye Luoluo saw the person, his complexion immediately changed. Smiling, she adorably said, "Brother Chen Fan, there are quite a few idiots today. My father has cheated at least several hundred mid-grade spirit stones!"    

    

Ye Zhangqing shook his head with a sad face and murmured, "Unfilial woman. I earned this money with my own ability. How could I lie to you?"    

    

A few of the male disciples, who were lining up to take a look, also had unpleasant expressions when they heard this. Even if it was a beauty, it was still impossible to call them idiots.    

    

What's more, the beautiful woman in front of them clearly had feelings for the black-clothed boy named Chen Fan. This caused them to feel even more unwell.    

    

A young man wearing heavy golden armor, whose face was covered in oily and powdered cheeks, suddenly opened his mouth. A voice that sounded like a broken gong came out.    

    

"I say, fellow daoist!" "I am the Golden Armor Sect's Luo Tian. I don't care if you lied to me or not. How could you still curse me? You know, cursing people is not good …"    

    

The moment the gong's voice was heard, it sounded like millions of flies wailing in people's ears. It was truly unbearable.    

    

He only said half of his sentence before Chen Fan grabbed him by the neck like a little chick and tossed him several hundred feet away. Chen Fan then rolled him around the street a few times before disappearing around the corner.    

    

When the remaining disciples saw this scene, they immediately went silent and did not dare to make a sound.    

    

However, as long as they didn't get caught by the enforcement team, they could still use some tricks. The young man in front of them was obviously ice-cold.    

    

Of course, this was nothing in the eyes of the surrounding cultivators. In Star Sea City, there were many fourth level Foundation Establishment or even Aurous Core stage experts.    

    

They all had their own motives. It was obvious that they were not interested in the small skirmishes between the disciples with lower cultivations. With just a glance, they had already passed by.    

    

"Forget it, forget it!" Every time that Nephew Chen makes a disturbance, this old man's business will never be able to continue! I'll change the street tomorrow and go back to being deceitful... Oh no, look at the face! "Let's go back today and find a place to have a good meal!"    

    

Ye Zhangqing tidied up the stand in front of him with ease. Apparently, he was very familiar with it. However, he relaxed his mind and almost spoke his mind. Luckily, he changed his mind quickly.    

    

Chen Fan couldn't help but smile at the old man in front of him. When Ye Zhangqing was in the mortal world, he often read books on photographic skills. He didn't expect that in these recent years, he had really started this business.    

    

However, Ye Zhangqing only gave people the idea that seven points depended on one's observation. Three points depended on praise, and those ignorant cultivators and disciples were all willing to contribute generously. They took out their spirit stones.    

    

Ye Zhangqing had accumulated a lot of spirit stones through counting. Moreover, his temperament had also changed. He still had the demeanor of a sage. However, there was a hint of craftiness in his words.    

    

"Are we still going to eat at that Jaded Immortal Palace today? Uncle Ye, be careful of your storage bag being emptied! " Chen Fan smiled as he looked at Ye Zhangqing, who had finished packing his luggage.