Chapter 1371

"If you have a chance, master will speak for you." Xuan Zhen said quietly.

Sun Bucheng nodded vigorously, "thank you, master! By the way, master, I heard that a Baiyun villa leader has appeared recently! "

Xuan Zhen said as he walked, "you know, what do you want to say?"

"I heard that the origin of Baiyun villa leader is extremely mysterious. It is likely that he has an extremely deep relationship with empress Nanyuan Feng." Sun Bucheng said, "Gu Batong, the son of emperor Dongyuan, is willing to be a housekeeper in Baiyun villa."

Hearing the speech, XuanZhen couldn't help but be moved: "is there really such a thing?"

He just heard that Baiyun villa had a new master. He didn't think that the master was quite scary.

So that the sons of the Lord of the abyss are willing to be housekeepers.

"Absolutely true!" Sun Bucheng rubbed his hands: "Baiyun villa is still recruiting people recently. Disciples want to go and have a look. Please give me your permission."

It is said that the servants and maidservants of Baiyun villa are highly paid.

There are ten black moon coins a year, and you can practice at will in the manor.

What place is Baiyun villa? It was one of the two manors of Nanyuan Fenghou in the past.

If you practice in it, you can enjoy the top treatment that the yuan Lord can enjoy!

Sun Bucheng had been excited for a long time, but he didn't dare to make decisions without the permission of the master.

Master XuanZhen said displeased, "it's not right for a closed disciple of the teacher to run to be a servant."

In that case, what is the face?

"Master, I have no hope to break through temporarily. I just want to try my best to refine the star power and make it more pure, so as to make up for the delayed practice time." Sun Bucheng road.

Upper Xuan Zhen frowned. Naturally, he was reluctant for his disciples to go, but considering his situation at the moment, he only promised: "OK, but remember, don't lose face for the teacher!"

"Yes, master!" Sun Bucheng smiled happily.

On the high platform.

The atmosphere was very relaxed and lively.

They thought they couldn't break through the moon and were depressed, but Xia Qingchen gave them free, which made them fly from hell to heaven in an instant.

The departure of master XuanZhen's disciples had no waves for them.

Xia Qingchen continued. Finally, he came to Han Xiangdong and stood beside Beiyuan jianzun.

In the hands of Beiyuan jianzun, there was a ball of mud.

The longer the month pith was exposed, the more the moon Hua was lost. Therefore, Beiyuan jianzun never opened the mud ball. He just waited for the group of eagles to end, so he took his son back and took out the month pith.

"And you? Would you like to consider joining me? " Xia Qingchen asked casually.

He doesn't think Han Xiangdong will agree.

"Yes!" Who knows, Han Xiangdong agreed with a smile.

His face is full of comfort and complacency that he has not seen for a long time.

After all, my father robbed Xia Qingchen's eight grade moon marrow. How can he not be comfortable and proud?

"What level of medulla can you give me?" Han Xiangdong asked cruelly.

He wanted to know Xia Qingchen's mood at the moment. He clearly had an eight grade moon marrow, but he was robbed and taken away.

"Six grades." Xia Qingchen took out a seven grade moon marrow and said, "the last moon marrow."

Of course, there is still some left in the month marrow, but it is reserved for him and the people around him, and it is impossible to give it to outsiders.

"Good!" Han Xiangdong's hand was like lightning, and he grabbed the sixth pinyuesui.

However, he did not sign, but after weighing it, he suddenly hit the ground hard.

In a cry of surprise, this extremely precious six product lunar pulp was blown to the ground and reduced to pieces.

This is one of the few six grade monthly medulla!

It's just smashed!!

Han Xiang showed some ferocity to the East and sneered: "it's just a six grade moon marrow. Do you want to move me?"

Not to mention, the moon marrow he got was not as good as Gu Batong. Even if he was given seven grades of moon marrow, it was impossible to promise.

"I tell you, I have eight grades of lunar pith. I don't need your lunar pith. Go as far as I can!"

Xia Qingchen did not regret the broken moon marrow, but looked at him with strange eyes: "are you sure?"

"Ha ha!" Han Xiangdong put his hands around his chest and said proudly, "I'm dead. I won't use any of your moon marrow!"

"Well, you have backbone. I hope you remember your words." Xia Qingchen returned to his original position without expression.

Han Xiangdong smiled: "I don't need my eight grade moon marrow. Do you want yours? Dream! "

At this time, Beiyuan jianzun was already a little impatient: "is it over?"

Emperor Dongyuan decided that most of the people present had their own achievements, so he slowly nodded: "before the end, take out their monthly medulla and register."

This is a routine rule. You need to register the monthly medulla obtained by contestants over the years.

They took out their lunate marrow in turn and put it in the palm of their hands.

Emperor Dongyuan ordered people to write it down while talking.

"Li nianyun, one third grade moon marrow."

"Zhong Yunxiang, one of the four monthly pith."

"Summer light dust, six products, one on the marrow."

……

"Sun Bucheng, zero."

"Cloud painting heart, zero."

"Finally..." emperor Dongyuan paused and looked at the sword statue of Beiyuan.

The latter face contains a trace of hesitation. In a sense, Beiyuan sword statue participated in this competition in person.

The recorded name will be Beiyuan sword statue!!

This record can be watched by future generations. Anyone who sees an abyss Lord attending in person will scoff.

After all, I have so many generations, but I personally participate in the activities of young people.

Not only the young people of later generations are funny, but the older generation will not be ashamed.

"Hey!" Beiyuan jianzun sighed silently. He is notorious and will become a joke for future generations.

He lost his old face for this disappointing son!

The only gratifying thing is that at least he got the octopus monthly pulp, which is difficult to produce once in ten years, which can be regarded as reluctantly restoring his reputation.

At least one yuan master can do it himself.

Otherwise, Lord tangtangyuan will only get a third grade and fourth grade low-grade lunar pulp, which will only be laughed at by later generations.

Bapin is still barely able to say it. When later generations see it, they may sigh: "it's worthy of being the master of the abyss. They can get bapin monthly marrow."

Thinking so in his heart, Beiyuan jianzun put down the mud ball in his palm and said, "I don't need to see mine, eight grades."

As the Lord of the abyss, would he lie about such small things?

One word is enough.

However, Emperor Dongyuan was not surprised. What about the eighth grade moon marrow?

Such a rare lunar medulla really needs great luck. He couldn't help but doubt: "take it out and have a look."

Beiyuan jianzun was helpless: "you are questioning my credibility."

Lord Tangyuan, will you openly lie about this?

He put down the mud ball and gently touched his finger. The mud ball immediately left and exposed its center: "look..."

His words stopped suddenly, because there was no amazing moonlight in his imagination.

Instead, a foul smell came from the seabed silt.

Emperor Dongyuan looked over and cast confused eyes: "where's the moon marrow?"

To tell the truth, he also doesn't think Beiyuan jianzun is lying. In such a position, it's really unnecessary to lie to yuesui.

But there was really no sign of lunate pulp in the mud ball.