Chapter 176

Nanmen Feng smiled more brightly. He really didn't know what capital Huang Yuliang had. He actually wanted to accept himself.

"If you refuse, you won't be able to pass a selection on the Yulong list! And you will die!"

Huang Yuliang's face showed a cruel color and a naked threat.

"Since you don't believe I'm a heavenly martial soul, why do you accept me as a high-level subordinate in the spirit realm? Just to satisfy vanity?"

Nanmen Feng couldn't help laughing.

"Hum, you don't know how to live or die. You have no choice now. Either bow down to me or die!"

Huang Yuliang's plot was exposed by Nanmen maple, and he was immediately angry from his heart.

Naturally, he didn't believe in the so-called Tianjie martial spirit. However, it would be a matter of face if he could accept a Nanmen Feng who was praised by many disciples as a subordinate.

Moreover, Huang Yuliang also got information somewhere. A principal in charge of the assessment of Yulong list wants to take the opportunity to get rid of Nanmen maple. Whoever kills Nanmen Maple can directly pass the assessment.

Both interests and the so-called honor have a great attraction to Huang Yuliang, which is why he wants to bring Nanmen maple to his team.

"With you, Huang Yuliang, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to bow down and be a minister in my life!"

Nanmen Feng sneered, just like looking at an idiot.

Immediately, he pushed his brothers' shoulders away, crossed from the middle and walked towards the attic.

"OK, very good, just accept the high-level cultivation in the spirit realm. I want to see how you will be played to death!"

Huang Yuliang's original handsome face became very gloomy, and then left with Huang Yucheng.

Although Nanmen Feng drove away Huang Yuliang's brothers, Huang Yuliang's words reminded Nanmen Feng.

"I'm clearly the soul of heaven level martial arts. Why do I have to compete in the jade dragon list?"

Nanmen Feng once heard Du Li say that there are several Tianjie martial spirits in the inner gate of Zhenwu gate. They may not have experienced even the entry examination, let alone the Yulong list and the inner gate selection.

Once it is confirmed that it is the soul of heaven level martial arts, the big men of the inner gate will directly extradite it into the inner gate. The reason is to prevent it from falling on the road of growth.

When we arrived at Nanmen Feng, there was never a real big man in front of us, let alone extradited to the inner door.

"Is it because my dark moon soul is so special that no one has ever seen it?"

Nanmen Feng shook his head and threw his thoughts out of his head.

Although the upcoming Yulong list is full of crisis for Nanmen maple, there is nothing to worry about. After all, why is real gold afraid of fire?

In the attic, five senior herbalists gathered around Du Li and used this poisonous insect like a flea to suck and spit the highly toxic poison in Du Li's blood.

This is an extremely huge project, far from being able to achieve any results in a day or two.

However, with the gentle chest patting guarantee to ensure that Du Li's life is carefree, Nanmen maple is finally relieved.

"I owe that woman so much. It's time to pay it back!"

After waiting in the attic for half an hour, with a sigh, the South Gate Maple went down the mountain and went straight to Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Even though it was a cold winter, Xiaoxiang Pavilion still had a hot business as usual. Maple in the South Gate found the boudoir where Wen Xiaoxiang was, knocked gently, and pushed the door in.

The dancers and maids in the pavilion have long been used to Nanmen Feng's behavior, and they have not stopped it.

The room was still filled with fragrance, with a faint smell of wine, but I didn't see the shadow of Wen Xiaoxiang. Nanmen Maple walked in again.

Shua

The red shadow flashed past Nanmen Feng's eyes, and the door was closed with a squeak. Nanmen Feng just wanted to turn back, but Wen Xiaoxiang, dressed in red and charming, had appeared at the table.

"My Nanmen eldest childe, you have finally come. I think you are going crazy..."

Wen Xiaoxiang was like a cat, half sitting and half lying, with beautiful eyes and a smile, with endless fun on his face.

"Miss me?"

Nanmen Feng chuckled and sipped. "I think you want silver!"

"Cluck..."

Wen Xiaoxiang smiled, "in my heart, you are silver, the eldest son of the south gate. The favorite of my generation is silver..."

"Hum... Nanmen Feng never cares about silver, but in this business, I take anything valuable when I see it. I'm like a rogue robber. Thanks to you!"

The maple monster in the South Gate shrugged and immediately took out the black jade gourd, with the winner's smile on his face.

"Cluck... That's your progress. You should thank me..."

Wen Xiaoxiang was amused by the South Gate maple, and then his body floated into the backyard like a silk in the air.

Nanmen Feng followed closely with a black jade gourd.

Although the backyard of Xiaoxiang Pavilion is not big, it is just the scope of a big house, but it extends in all directions, just like a spider web.

Not long ago, several women with abacus and weights came in a hurry.

With the a wave of the maple's palm in South Gate, countless gold and silver treasures suddenly appeared in Nuo's courtyard. Although there were no animal yuan and martial arts, they were mostly pearls, agates, all kinds of the rare gemstones and gold.

The mountain of treasure has a strong visual impact, which makes Wen Xiaoxiang and the maid come numb.

Instead, it was Nanmen maple, who smiled secretly, sat on the stone table and sipped the tea

Although nanmenfeng did not make a definite estimate, he was sure that this batch of gold and silver treasures was worth more than 10 million taels.

After an hour, the gold and silver treasures everywhere were weighed and estimated. The maid handed the written catalogue to Wen Xiaoxiang.

"Tut tut... Ten million Liang..."

Wen Xiaoxiang was reluctant to hand the catalogue to nanmenfeng, but in the end, reason prevailed.

"Anyway, Nanmen Feng is right here. He is a lord who doesn't want to spend money. Sooner or later, the silver will go into his own pocket!"

Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoxiang looked at the charming eyes of Nanmen maple, emitting a little light, as if he had seen a living God of wealth.

"You exchange these treasures into silver notes, divide them into three million Liang, and give the rest to the eldest son of the south gate!"

Wen Xiaoxiang said to the maid.

"Wait, how is it three million liang?"

Nanmen Feng almost choked and hurriedly said, "I remember I only owe you two million Liang!"

"Nanmen eldest childe, how much information did you get here?"

Wen Xiaoxiang sighed, "after all, I want to eat!"

"Day..."

Nanmen Feng was very upset. He rolled his eyes wildly. He spent 10 million liang of silver. Before he could spend it, he went one-third of it in an instant. How can he not be depressed?

But then again, Nanmen Maple naturally remembered Wen Xiaoxiang's help to Nanmen Maple during this period.

These favors can not be repaid by the so-called gold and silver treasures.

After getting rid of the debt, there was more than 7 million liang of silver in the spiritual ware. After having a full meal in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Nanmen Feng walked happily towards Wuxiang Temple.

"Xiaoqing has been closed for a long time. I don't know how far she has come!"

After much hesitation, nanmenfeng finally opened the door to the secret place of futu.

Boom

As soon as Nanmen Maple entered, a warm air rushed to his face, which made Nanmen Maple subconsciously stop breathing temporarily.

Looking up, duanmuqing in white stood facing the tower gate in front of the huge futu tower like the God of war mountain. His slender and delicate body seemed to be integrated with the glittering short knife in his hand.

She clearly stood still, but the strong wind moved because of her. The spiritual power of heaven and Earth took her as the point, roaring and rotating. A sharp sword idea, if any, permeated the whole fantasy.

At this time, duanmuqing was already in a wonderful state of the south gate.

From the point of view of the warrior, duanmuqing is breaking through the bottleneck of the chemical weapons realm at this time.

According to nanmenfeng, duanmuqing is already in the highest state of the unity of man and knife.

As long as she can break through to this level, she can be called a master of sabre.

"It seems that this girl needs a long time to really understand the magic knife..."

Nanmen Feng has mixed feelings. Some of them don't have the heart to let this little girl undergo such hard cultivation.

"Well, this is the way she chose... And it's up to her to decide!"

After shaking his head slightly, Nanmen Maple quietly withdrew from the dreamland and restored the entrance to its previous appearance.

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Nanmenfeng returned to Wuxiang Temple and subconsciously glanced at the courtyard wall in the east of the temple, where countless stone Buddha statues of different sizes were placed.

However, I haven't seen the shadow of monk daodu'e today.

Nanmen Feng didn't care much. In fact, he had very few intersections with monk du'e. Even if he walked face to face, he might not say hello.

However, when nanmenfeng arrived at his residence, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Monk du'e was sitting in the center of the meditation room. His huge body was very eye-catching in the room, and it was possible to crush the chair under him at any time.

Facing the return of Nanmen maple, his huge face showed a smile.

This smile seemed to Nanmen Feng, but it was extremely dark and terrible.

"Did the old monster take the wrong medicine today?"

Nanmen Feng stopped his surprise and walked into the meditation room coldly.

"Nanmen Feng, I want to introduce someone to you today..."

With a strange smile, monk du'e pointed his finger to the inside of the room.

Nanmen Feng looked at monk du'e's fingers in amazement.

I see.

At the age of 14 or 15, his shiny head, red and yellow monk clothes with bare shoulders, his wrists and rosary beads on his neck are very eye-catching.

He seems to be the little bald lad and monk mikong who followed Nanmen Feng to Tianfeng city.

"Little bald ladle?"

Nanmen Feng pointed to the little monk mikong. Because he was extremely surprised, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"South Gate benefactor, we meet again!"

The little monk mikong smiled and bowed his head to the maple in the south gate.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say you were going to find your master?"

Nanmen Feng clearly remembered that in the process of returning, little bald Ladybug said that he came to Tianfeng city this time just to find his mentor.

"Mikong's teaching master is the master Duwen of Wuxiang Temple..."

"Du Wen?"

Nanmen Feng frowned. The so-called Du Wen was the elder martial brother of monk du'e and the kind old monk who once led Nanmen Feng into Wuxiang Temple in the snow shop.

"It's a teacher apprentice relationship. No wonder this little bald lad has a smell that I hate!"