The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

"You're wrong."

Mo Zhen also followed Qin Yifan's words.

But he was angry, so he casually walked to a seat and sat down. He picked up the spiritual tea on the table and took a deep sip.

"Hey, don't..."

Qing Huan's eyes widened when she saw Mo Zhen drinking tea. She opened her mouth to stop him but it was too late. She watched Mo Zhen drink it all in one gulp.

"That...that's what I rinsed out of my mouth just now..."

Qing Huan innocently looked at Mo Zhen and continued to speak in a low voice what she had just left unfinished. After receiving Mo Zhen's stunned eyes, Qing Huan carefully hid behind Bai Qing Hua.

"I...I didn't mean to do it. Besides, who asked you to sit there? It was my place just now."

As if she felt that she looked a little bit bearish and undermined her majesty as a demon princess, Qing Huan stuck her head out and spoke louder.

Mo Zhen, who was still a little unresponsive at first, finally reacted when he heard the words, and his face turned from green to black in an instant.

"you……"

Before Mo Zhen could finish his sentence, he had already rushed out of the room. The sound of Mo Zhen retching could be heard outside the door before he could even close it.

"puff……"

"Ha ha……"

"Hahaha……"

I don't know who couldn't hold back the first laugh, and the whole room burst into laughter one after another.

"you……"

Qin Yifan looked at the few people who were laughing so hard that they couldn't stand up and his expressions were ugly. He pointed at a few people and wanted to say something, but found that everyone suddenly turned their heads to look at him. What he wanted to say was instantly stuck. In his throat, he looked at a few people, frowned, turned around and chased them out.

"Hey, what's going on with this Qin Yifan? He's been following Mo Zhen very attentively these days."

Looking at Qin Yifan chasing after him, Hua Wangshu was the first to speak in a mocking tone.

The speaker didn’t know if he meant it or not, but the listener must have meant it. Hua Wangshu’s voice fell and the room was quiet for a moment. His eyes seemed to drift to Si Wuyou again. If Qin Yifan and Mo Zhen are inseparable these days, , Si Wuyou and Mo Xi were no less generous.

"What are you looking at? It's me who is pestering Si Wuyou. Do you have any objections?"

Si Wuyou didn't respond yet, but Mo Xi became anxious first. His black eyes swept over the people present, his eyes full of evil and arrogance.

When the young master of the Blood Knife Sect who was originally in his own private room heard that these people were all in the same room and came over, they simply found the steward of the venue and demolished several nearby private rooms and combined them into one. It was finally spacious. An attendant moved the seats and arranged them in a half-circle in a fan shape facing the direction of the display stand.

I thought that after what happened just now, Mo Zhen and Qin Yifan would not come back, but not long after the trade fair started, these two people actually returned to this room, but they both had stinky faces, as if everyone owed them spiritual stones. Seeing this, everyone was even more lazy to pay attention to them. The two of them had to awkwardly choose a seat to the side and sit down.

Qin Yifan actually couldn't understand why Mo Zhen, who had always been obsessed with face, had to come back after losing such a big face. Now that he was back, who would show his stinking face? He almost wanted to lift his ass and leave, but thinking of his father's instructions, he had to suppress his dissatisfaction.

Since it is a trade fair, it is natural to focus on barter. As the top sect on the mainland and the envoy of the three domains, on such an occasion, even if it is to cheer up, he will bring some things to the trade fair for everyone to exchange. , so everyone present took out the things they had prepared in turn, handed them into the hands of the attendants, and later took them to the trade fair for display.

What Nangong Chen took out was a long bow, a middle-grade treasure of the heavenly level, beautifully decorated and bursting with splendor. When he put the long bow into the waiter's hand, he glanced at Bai Qing Hua without leaving any trace. He still remembered The sight of the woman standing in the sky holding a long bow in Yin Yang City shocked the world.

Gong Ranran took out a rare spiritual grass, Bai Yu took out weapon refining materials, Si Wuyou took out a soul-nurturing grass unique to the Netherworld Palace, Ji Hanyi took out a piece of ten-thousand-year black ice crystal, and Han Kong took out a piece of meteorite iron. , Hua Wangshu, Ying Nanxing, Qin Yifan, and Xue Sa, the young master of the Blood Knife Sect, all took out precious weapon refining materials.

Princess Qinghuan took out a ten-thousand-year-old phantom flower. The phantom flower has long been extinct in the human continent. The woodling root monk refined it into his body and could change his appearance and body shape according to his own wishes, because the phantom flower was in the monk's body. , the appearance it transforms is enough to be fake and real, without any flaws at all, and the older the phantom flower is, the longer the transformation lasts, and it does not consume the monk's own spiritual power. As soon as this ten-thousand-year-old phantom flower appears, all All eyes were attracted to it. This can definitely be regarded as one of the highlights of today's trade fair. Princess Qinghuan's request is also simple, just a spiritual stone, and the one with the highest price will get it.

Looking at this phantom flower, Bai Qinghua was also very moved. Thinking about the large amount of spiritual stones he had recently received from selling elixirs, Bai Qinghua felt that he should have a chance to fight.

"If sister Qing Hua also wants a phantom flower, you can come to me directly. I also have a 20,000-year-old phantom flower here. Sister Qing Hua can exchange it with pills of equal value."

As soon as Bai Qinghua looked away from the phantom flower, he received a message from Qing Huan. He turned to look at her and saw her winking at him playfully.

What Mo Xi took out was the Aoki Spirit Flame, which ranked eleventh on the list of strange fires. The wood attribute flame is the gentlest flame among all spiritual fires. It is also one of the spiritual flames that all alchemists dream of. Although alchemists have There are fire spiritual roots, but using the spiritual roots to activate the flames consumes spiritual power. Because the purity of the spiritual roots varies, the quality of the alchemist's flames also varies. If you can recover a cluster of spiritual fire for your own use, it will be very important for the alchemist. It was like adding more power to a tiger. The Green Wood Spiritual Flame was now sealed in a special stone box and burning quietly. When Mo Xi took out the flame, he specifically looked at Bai Qinghua. When he saw that the other party just glanced at it, he looked away. Mo Xi narrowed his eyes slightly. He originally thought that as an alchemist, Bai Qing would be attracted to Hua, but now it seems that he doesn't dare to be interested at all.

"Tsk, tsk, the spiritual flame that is nowhere to be found in the human race actually appears in the hands of Young Master Mo Xi."

Although Bai Qinghua was not interested, everyone present was still very eager to see this cluster of spiritual flames. Which sect does not have its own alchemist? As long as there is an alchemy master, there is no one who does not want this green wood spiritual flame.

"Haha, I don't know which unlucky fallen demon I got it from but I have already forgotten."

Mo Xi, who was feeling slightly unhappy, glanced at everyone and replied casually.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the human beings present turned dark. Fallen Demon, what a disgusting term. If you don't do good things, you will become a human being, a demon who is not a demon.