Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 137
For several days, Jiang Qiongxing did not see Liang Weisheng's shadow.

While Shangguan Tao was not at home that day, she asked Ji Cheyu who was practicing sword in the yard: "Where is Liang Weisheng?"

"I haven't been back for several days." Ji Cheyu, who stayed at home almost every day, was very clear about his movements.

"...As for being so scared?" Jiang Qiongxing couldn't help wondering if his move was wrong.

Maybe, Liang Weisheng's feelings for Shangguan Tao are just Ye Gonghaolong's liking?

Before, he couldn't bear to look away, but when the person really came in front of him, he was so cowardly that he slipped away?

Jiang Qiongxing sighed bitterly, and looked at Ji Cheyu who continued to practice swords: "Oh, if I knew it, I might as well introduce you to her, brother Cheyu, at least you are reliable."

And about the same age.

Ji Cheyu's sword tip visibly trembled.

He paused for a moment, then simply withdrew his momentum, turned his head to look at Jiang Qiongxing, with a half-smile: "What did you say?"

"I...hehe, I'm just kidding." Jiang Qiongxing was inexplicably guilty.

It's a pity that Ji Cheyu didn't intend to let her go. He walked over step by step with his sword in hand, and kept his eyes on her, holding her firmly in place, not daring to slip away easily.

Jiang Qiongxing swallowed: "So angry? Brother Cheyu."

Ji Cheyu walked in front of her, feeling condescending and oppressive.

He bent down without any warning, and his beautiful face suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes, and he could almost count the distinct eyelashes: "Little Qiongxing, naughty children will be spanked, you know?"

"I...I'm not a child anymore..." She turned her eyes away, she didn't know why she didn't dare to look at him, and said without confidence, "You are only two or three years older than me, why are you pretending to be an adult."

Ji Cheyu chuckled, raised his hand to pick up the scabbard on the stone table beside her, turned and left.

"Huh..." Jiang Qiongxing breathed a sigh of relief, although she didn't quite understand why she should breathe a sigh of relief.

It may be that Brother Cheyu's aura is too strong.

……

Two days later, Liang Weisheng finally appeared—although still separated by the communication symbol.

"Qianxing, didn't you say that you want to find a way to make money?" The voice on the other end of the communication symbol was very noisy, and he didn't know where he was, "I found a good place, come quickly."

Where?
Jiang Qiongxing went out dubiously according to the address he gave.

It was an eye-catching high-rise building outside Danyan Town. It also appeared out of thin air shortly before the opening of the trial meeting. It was most likely a space artifact. She thought it was some immortal cultivator who sensed the business opportunity and opened the inn to make a fortune during the trial meeting. Now it seems that it may not be that simple.

When she came to the tall building, she found that many immortal cultivators had gathered here, and the atmosphere was in full swing. Those who didn't know it thought that the trial meeting had already started.

Jiang Qiongxing walked through the crowd and walked to the door of the high-rise building, and saw a notice posted outside the door.

"The ring?"

The notice stated that as long as you can defeat the current ring master and successfully defend the ring three times in a row, you can get [-] low-grade spirit stones. If you succeed in defending the ring four times, you can get a full [-], five times [-]...and so on.

Jiang Qiongxing narrowed his eyes.

Two thousand low-grade spirit stones equals twenty high-grade spirit stones, which is not a small amount for the foundation-building stage cultivators. No wonder there are people everywhere around here.

The trial meeting is coming soon, who wouldn't want to earn more spirit stones to buy magic weapons to enhance their strength.

She looked around, but she didn't see Liang Weisheng. She guessed that guy was in the building, so she walked towards the entrance.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a young man in a neat short shirt came forward with a smile on his face: "This fellow Taoist, you need to pay twenty low-grade spirit stones to enter."

Jiang Qiongxing happily took out twenty spirit stones and handed them to him.

The young man's smile deepened, and he opened the door for her: "Friends, please."

The thick wooden door was opened, and the voices of people inside and the strong aroma of wine rushed to the face.

Jiang Qiongxing stepped into the gate, and the heavy wooden door closed again behind her, completely blocking the light from the outside world.

After adapting to the dim environment here, she looked around and looked at the place.

The interior of the high-rise building is much larger than it looks from the outside, but it is not as chaotic as she imagined.In the center of the line of sight, there are two figures fighting on a high platform, and a beam of light falling from the top of the high building just covers the high platform, so that everyone can see the battle process clearly.

Around the high platform, the walls are surrounded by layers of honeycomb-like private rooms. Immortal cultivators in the Qi refining stage are flying around in mid-air with wine and vegetables, serving the spectators.

With so many rooms, God knows where Liang Weisheng is?

Jiang Qiongxing lowered his head and took out the communication symbol.

Before half a stick of incense was available, Liang Weisheng appeared.

"Why did you come in? Go to the door and tell me to come out to pick you up!" Liang Weisheng had a heartache on his face, "The tickets here are so expensive, why pay the money?"

"Can you go in without paying?" Jiang Qiongxing asked back.

"Others can't do it, who am I? There's nothing Seventh Young Master can't handle!" Liang Weisheng boasted while leading her inside.

"Oh, the seventh son can't even give up twenty low-grade spirit stones." Jiang Qiongxing mocked him.

Liang Weisheng was speechless for a while.

But Jiang Qiongxing didn't come to argue with him, she watched the battle on the high platform that was about to decide the winner, and asked, "This is the way you said you can make money?"

It looks good, not only can you make money, but you can also practice actual combat and prepare for the trial.

Before she finished speaking, one of the people on the stage was hit hard and flew out of the high stage backwards.The winner was decided, and there was a huge cheer in the whole tall building, mixed with a few annoyed sighs.

"That's right, look, the immortal cultivator in the brown clothes on the stage has won four games in a row. If he can win the next game, he can get a total of [-] low-grade spirit stones." Liang Weisheng took her to a rectangular table. All the spirit stones were piled aside.

Immortal cultivators dressed as attendants flew down from high places and kept sending more spirit stones.

"Is this a bet on who will win?" Jiang Qiongxing asked, looking away from so many spirit stones.

"Yes." Facing Jiang Qiongxing's disapproving gaze, Liang Weisheng chuckled, "Now the odds for the fifth game of the Defender have risen to [-]. Wealth is in danger!"

Jiang Qiongxing looked towards the high platform. The immortal cultivator in brown clothes was meditating to restore his spiritual power, but he might not recover much in this time. His chest kept rising and falling, and the wound on his body was bleeding.

"...Are you so sure that he will win the next game?" she asked.

"Others may not be sure, but who am I?" Liang Weisheng leaned on the table full of spirit stones, complacent, "Your seventh son can get the first-hand information about Shuojin, and it is clear at a glance who is stronger."

Jiang Qiongxing was silent for a moment: "What is your relationship with Shuojin? Have you joined this organization?"

Liang Weisheng shook his head, smiling unfathomably.

(End of this chapter)