Mystery: start a secret pavilion

Immediately, Master Zuo Xuan's face collapsed.

Don't say it's an exchange for a saint's chance, now he has spent all his money, poor and empty, and really has nothing of value.

He wanted to cry but had no tears, and cursed Li Yunfei again in his heart.

"Damn Li Yunfei, you wait for me, you are a saint now, I am not your opponent, but your Xuantianzong, I will definitely not spare you in the future!"

Reverend Zuo Xuan's eyes were full of anger, extremely irritable.

It was rare to see Master Zuo Xuan suffering, and Yun Caiwei was overjoyed.

This is what it deserves!
Wu Feng had a panoramic view of Master Zuo Xuan's expression, and shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

"Fellow Taoist Zuo Xuan..." Wu Feng called out.

"Senior, what do you have to say?" Master Zuo Xuan lowered his head and said.

"Small, your situation is small, you have already missed the opportunity of a saint, this opportunity may not be available to ordinary people in a lifetime, and the second opportunity is also in front of you, but you don't want to grasp it." Wu Feng shook his head and sighed road.

"Senior, it's not that I can't grasp it, it's that I really don't have any money."

Zuo Xuan was so exhausted from crying, he finally simply plopped and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Senior, please be accommodating. I am the poorest elder of the Moyun Sect. No, I am afraid that I am the poorest immortal monk. In this world, how can there be a poorer immortal monk than me? If so, I..."

Master Zuo Xuan said harsh words, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'll be killed directly!"

Wu Feng was unmoved, and even wanted to laugh in his heart.

Little brother, that's it?
Your acting skills are not good enough!

People in the Devil's Cult are familiar with such things as robbing houses and killing people on the way, let alone a demon's power with a long-lived state, how few of them do such things?
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Master Zuo Xuan is really poor, what does it have to do with him?

Determined to be an excellent black-hearted boss, he would not listen to leeks cry.

"System, call out the real-time information of Master Zuo Xuan."

After a while, Wu Feng was taken aback when he learned the whole process of Zuo Xuan's missing the opportunity of being a sage, and quickly organized the words to deceive leeks.

"Fellow Daoist Zuoxuan, I didn't say you, once a good chance of being a saint was placed in front of you, you didn't cherish it, you regretted it when you missed it."

"If you had been resolute and determined to go your own way at that time, you might have already broken through to the Saint Realm."

"If it were me, it would be the biggest thing if I broke through to the Saint Realm, instead of caring about some sect's affairs, which would cause me to lose everything. After that, with your prestige in the Saint Realm, what else can't be settled? "

After taking a sip of tea and moistening his throat, Wu Feng patted Master Zuo Xuan on the shoulder.

"Reverend Zuo Xuan, think about it for yourself, what is the reason for you to miss the chance of being a saint, so I won't say anything."

All of a sudden, Master Zuo Xuan's eyes widened.

Could it be...

The master of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets even figured this out?
Zuo Xuan was a little moved, wavering.

Seeing the situation, Wu Feng added fuel to the fire, and continued: "With me, let alone the opportunity of a saint, as long as you can afford the money, there is also the opportunity of a saint king. It depends on whether you can grasp it."

Master Zuo Xuan shook his body.

At this moment, frightened by Wu Feng's verbal offensive, he had a decision in his heart.

It's nothing but money and wealth, nothing compared to the chance of a saint.

After breaking through the saint, at most, killing a few long-lived masters along the way will pay back the original.

If he didn't have any money, he would just ask the elders of the Moyun Sect. No matter what kind of promise he made, he just made it first.

When the time comes to become a saint, who would dare to ask him to come back?
Thinking of this, Master Zuo Xuan immediately cupped his fists and said: "Senior, just wait here for a few days, I will come whenever I go, you must leave me a chance to become a saint."

After speaking, Zuo Xuan got up and left.

Seeing the back of Master Zuo Xuan leaving, Wu Feng smiled.

This is the consciousness that an excellent leek should have!
If you don't work hard, how can the boss buy a better car, drink the most expensive wine, sleep in a more expensive hotel, and marry a more beautiful wife?

"Caiwei, go outside and announce that Tianji Pavilion will not accept new guests these days." Wu Feng said.

Yun Caiwei immediately conveyed Wu Feng's password.

Soon, she came back, still holding a space ring in her hand.

"This is?" Wu Feng asked suspiciously.

"Ye Feilong gave this to Senior Pavilion Master, saying that it is a tribute to you." Yun Caiwei smiled brightly like a flower.

It has to be said that it is a kind of enjoyment to have such a maid who is top-notch in terms of figure, appearance, and temperament.

"After a few days, I'll teach you how to practice." Wu Feng mused.

"Thank you, junior, Senior Pavilion Master!"

Yun Caiwei was overjoyed.

Her cultivation has been stuck at the seventh level of the Lingtai Realm for a long time, and she has been unable to break through.

With the guidance of senior pavilion masters, isn't breakthrough a casual matter?Maybe even the Celestial Phase Realm is just around the corner!

This further strengthened Yun Caiwei's central idea of ​​following Wu Feng's lead in the future, hugging his thigh tightly and serving Wu Feng's daily life.

Even if it is... It is not impossible to dedicate your body to the senior Pavilion Master.

Thinking of this, Yun Caiwei glanced at Wu Feng, her pretty face flushed.

The senior Pavilion Master is not only unfathomable, but also has an extraordinary bearing, and he is also handsome, it seems that he is not bad at all.

This girl is thinking about taking off her clothes again...

Through the Tianji system, Wu Feng knew what was going on in Yun Caiwei's mind, and his face was full of black lines.

If I didn't know that you are a disciple of Xuannv Palace, I would have thought you were a Demon Sect girl!
After retreating from Yun Caiwei, Wu Feng opened the space ring.

For three consecutive days, Ye Feilong sent a space ring every day, which supplemented Wu Feng's many secret values.

In order to cling to the thigh of the master of Tianji Pavilion, Ye Feilong can be said to be very sensible.

This is definitely an S-grade leek.

Wu Feng wrote down Ye Feilong's name in the small notebook and was very satisfied.

"System, how many secrets do I have now?" Wu Feng asked.

[20 sky value]

Wu Feng was shocked!
No more, no less, exactly 20. Ye Feilong made him more than [-] in these three days.

This fat man is really good at making money, faster than the Immortal Realm Da Neng.

[Ziji City Lord Ye Feilong, on the surface, is an offshoot of the unpopular Ziyun royal family. He has no power behind him. In fact, he has run Ziji City for more than 30 years, and his roots are deep-rooted. There are many connections behind him]

This time, Wu Feng completely remembered Ye Feilong.

"System, the pulse-level method for exchanging the Heaven and Earth Creation Art." Wu Feng said.

【Need 20 sky value, confirm again whether to exchange? 】

"exchange!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the 20-day machine value disappeared in an instant.

Anyway, if you lose these secrets, you can make money again. If you want to truly become a powerful person in this world, and be happy and happy, strength is the most important thing.

In the next second, a mysterious and unpredictable breath erupted!

In the Tianji Pavilion, there is a breath of heaven and earth good fortune...