Chapter 1994 Jiang Cheng’s Request

Latest website: When a group of four people felt the Qingxiao Holy Land, it was already crowded with people.

After all, it was a duel that related to the fate of Chang Luzhou for the next billion years, and many immortals were attracted to it.

Naturally, no one else can get in.

However, as ‘contestants’, Jiang Cheng and others received special reception.

"Yunxiang Taoist God, you are finally here!"

Yun Xiang was smiling as always, and his posture was quite low.

"Ah, I actually bothered Taoist Qingji to come to greet you in person. What an honor!"

The Qingji Taoist opposite him is a core elder of Qingxiao Holy Land. He is a high-level Taoist in cultivation, and his status and strength are much higher than him.

"Fellow Daoist Yun Xiang is serious."

Taoist Qingji smiled and waved his hand.

"This battle requires all the comrades in Changluzhou to work together to fight against foreign enemies."

"Your Kongyun Palace is actively participating in the battle, and everyone is watching."

Yun Xiang silently complained, "I'm not enthusiastic at all, okay, I just can't twist your thighs with my arms."

"By the way, are these three Taoist saints who are about to participate in the competition in your Kongyun Temple?"

"Yes, these two are my Kongyun Palace disciples Yuan Xiang and Lu Zhihan."

Qing Ji nodded and did not ask about the strength of these two people. He just glanced at them to confirm that they were Taoist saints.

"As for this fellow Taoist Jiang Junshuai, he is the elder Keqing who joined our Kongyun Palace a while ago."

Yun Xiang raised his hand again and introduced Jiang Cheng.

"He heard about the grand gathering of martial arts duels. He was extremely indignant at Cangmen Palace's tyrannical behavior and strongly requested to fight."

"So we gave him a chance to participate..."

Even Jiang Cheng himself twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Brother, if you say this, do you believe it?

However, Taoist Qingji didn't care about the truth or falsehood of his words, and instead nodded approvingly.

"good."

"lets go!"

Then, he led four people into the mountain gate of Qingxiao Holy Land.

He didn’t even ask about Jiang Cheng’s previous origins.

This made Brother Cheng very dissatisfied. When he appeared, shouldn't he introduce himself in a grand manner?

Taoist Qingji did not take them straight to the core area of ​​the Holy Land, but to a quiet lakeside manor.

Here, in addition to the disciples of the Holy Land, there are also twelve other Taoist saints who are about to compete.

These ‘unlucky guys’ were all selected from their respective sects.

"These three are fellow disciples from Kongyun Palace."

"Now that the members of your Taoist Saint group have gathered together, the duel will begin in three days."

"You'd better stay calm for these three days, otherwise you'll be responsible for the consequences!" Qing Ji did not conceal the threatening look in his eyes.

Brother Cheng frowned, feeling that things were a little different from what he thought.

Aren’t you a glorious contestant?

Why do you sound like a prisoner in custody?

Is the other party's attitude a bit too much?

Under normal circumstances, a team that represents a continent in a group competition will definitely be taken very seriously.

All kinds of resources are supplied centrally, and even major sects will send experts to give guidance, so as to maximize the effect during the competition.

But Qingxiao Holy Land obviously has no such plan.

No matter how well the Taoist team cooperates, no matter how explosive their performance is during the competition, they will still lose in the end.

Why bother?

The reason why these people were gathered together and the Taoist gods were arranged to monitor them nearby was just to facilitate supervision and prevent them from being found on the day of the competition.

"In these three days, you guys will get to know each other, and if you need anything, just ask."

After saying these words, Taoist Qingji planned to leave here with Taoist Yunxiang.

"Wait a minute!"

Brother Cheng raised his hand.

Because he heard those three words again - just mention it.

"What's the matter with you?" Taoist Qingji turned around.

Brother Cheng smiled slightly.

"I have needs."

Hearing this, the other Taoist saints present were stunned.

Brother, this is just a casual talk, do you really dare to make demands?

This is Qingxiao Holy Land, with a large number of sects where the Holy Lord sits.

If you say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing here, you may not survive the day when the competition begins.

"What do you need?" Taoist Qingji's expression did not change.

"I've run out of elixirs."

What else did Qing Ji think he was asking for? It turned out to be just pills.

"Okay, what elixir do you need?"

Jiang Cheng grinned, "It's used to improve your immortal power, such as the Eight Desolations Zhuanyuan Pill, the Yin-Yang Qi Transformation Pill, the Tianyang Barrier-breaking Pill, etc."

These Imperial Pills are all of the eighth grade.

In the previous Yuanxian world, they were naturally extremely valuable, and ordinary Taoist saints could easily get a few.

But in this day and age, eighth-grade imperial pills are relatively common.

Qing Ji said patiently, "How much do you want?"

Jiang Cheng raised three fingers.

"Three bottles?"

Although I feel that using three bottles in three days is a bit wasteful, and it is a waste of money to use it for a cannon fodder player, but after all, I have said everything just now, and Qingji cannot change his words.

Three bottles, just three bottles.

Just as he was about to take out the elixir, Jiang Cheng shook his head.

"No, no, no, I'm talking about thirty thousand bottles."

Plop, Yun Xiang on the side almost fell to the ground.

Brother, are you here again?

Even though I was asking for a lot of money, I went to this holy land of Qingxiao and actually dared to speak like a lion. I really don’t know how to write the word “death”.

The dozen or so Taoist saints on the side looked at Jiang Cheng as if they were dead.

Sure enough, Qing Ji is not as good-tempered as Yun Xiang.

His face immediately darkened.

"What did you just say?"

"Thirty thousand bottles, why, you can't afford it?"

Brother Cheng has nothing to be embarrassed about.

To put it bluntly, even if Qingxiao Holy Land does not send Taoist disciples to you, is it okay to still treat the Taoist disciples who are sent here to work hard with an attitude of care and indifference?

"You want 30,000 bottles of pills in three days. Are you making trouble for me?"

Qing Ji's face was serious, and he was ready to take action at any time.

Jiang Cheng shrugged and chuckled.

"Oh, how I use it is my own business."

"If you don't want to give it, just say so. Don't talk about whether you have something or not."

Everyone in the back was about to faint.

This guy actually dares to talk to a high-level Taoist god in such a tone?

Did he take the wrong medicine?

Qing Ji narrowed his eyes and looked like a blade from Jiang Cheng's face to Yun Xiang's face.

"Is this the person you chose?"

Yun Xiang trembled all over, and he was cursing madly in his heart.

He complained that Jiang Cheng was looking for trouble for him, and secretly scolded Qingji for being worthless.

This is a dispute between you two. Why are you calling me?

Do you still expect me to scold this boy and make him apologize to you?

Sorry, I really don't have the qualifications.

"Ahem, he is just an elder of our clan and is not under my control."

Qingji's face was almost turning black.

He wanted to kill Jiang Chengli under his palm, but doing so would damage his reputation if word spread.

And if there are few people, we have to find another Taoist saint.

Where can I find it at this juncture? We can't let the disciples of the Holy Land die, right?

"Good! Very good!"

He almost squeezed out the sound from between his teeth.

"Since you have needs, of course our Qingxiao Holy Land will satisfy you!"