Bai Ling fell asleep and woke up, having transmigrated to the cultivation world.
Coincidentally, the original host was also named Bai Ling. Even more fortunate, she became the eldest miss of ...
As soon as the eldest brother landed at the foot of the mountain gate, the second brother shouted anxiously: "Did you bring the phone?"
The tone was filled with urgency, and the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging.
The area below the mountain gate was already in chaos. Like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, people rushed in frantically.
They shouted, and the shouts rose and fell, converging into a surging wave of sound.
"If you don't sell us your cell phones, we won't leave!" The cry echoed in the mountains like thunder.
The eldest brother frowned deeply. He knew that if the situation was not brought under control quickly, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He took a sudden step forward, pouring his powerful internal energy into his legs. Every step he took was like a huge rock hitting the ground, making a dull sound.
He stretched out his arms, and an invisible energy spread out from around his body. Those who pounced on him like hungry wolves were shocked by this energy and retreated one after another.
"If you continue to act like this, don't blame me for being rude!"
The eldest brother's voice was like rolling thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.
Many people looked horrified, their eyes filled with shock. The cultivation level that the Young Master Dong Ling had just inadvertently displayed had reached the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm.
The majestic fluctuations of spiritual energy were like surging waves, impacting their minds.
The cultivators in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages knew in their hearts that there was an insurmountable gap between them and the young master on the stage.
The little thoughts in his heart were instantly replaced by fear. He didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that one of his actions would anger the young master.
Seeing this, the eldest brother flashed and instantly appeared in front of those who were leading the trouble.
He moved as fast as lightning and in the blink of an eye he pressed their acupoints, rendering them unable to move.
"I've already told you not to be impulsive."
Today's matter could have been resolved amicably, but you insisted on making a fuss like this.
The eldest brother looked stern as he glanced at everyone.
Afterwards, the eldest brother signaled the second brother to start selling mobile phones in an orderly manner.
Under the intimidation of the eldest brother, the crowd finally calmed down and formed a crooked line. The chaos gradually subsided.
When most of the mobile phones were sold, the eldest brother waved his long sleeves and released the restrictions on the monks who had been acupunctured.
He walked up to the platform and said, "From now on, the store in Dongling City will be open every day."
If you want to buy a mobile phone, go directly to Dongling City.
As soon as the words came out, it was as if thunder exploded in the valley.
Each word carried a powerful pressure, making the air around it buzz.
The majesty in that voice was like the surging waters of a river, impacting the souls of every cultivator present.
Let them feel endless awe from the bottom of their hearts.
The brothers who had just finished their work looked up at the young master standing on the stage.
The young master stood tall and straight like a pine tree in front of the mountain gate.
His long gown fluttered in the wind, yet he carried a cold aura that made people afraid to approach him easily.
He had a resolute face, sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, and a pair of deep and sharp eyes.
The innate majesty spread out in all directions like a substance.
There was an unquestionable majesty in his eyes, like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, making people dare not look directly at him.
"Everyone, please disperse. Don't disturb the peace of our mountain gate because of this matter."
The monk who got the phone had a smile on his face that was like the most gorgeous flower blooming in spring, and he couldn't stop smiling.
In an instant, the monks scattered.
Their figures ran in all directions like frightened birds, creating a small whirlwind.
The wind rustled the fallen leaves on the ground.
Some monks used the art of lightening their bodies, and their robes fluttered as they moved away quickly like flowing clouds.
Some monks were in groups of two or three, running while excitedly discussing their cell phones.
Some people couldn't wait to pick up their mobile phones and open them while walking.
When the image of the Flower Fairy appeared on the screen, the young monk's eyes widened instantly.
His eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of his sockets, and his mouth unconsciously opened into an "O" shape.
His breathing became rapid, as if he had just run for several miles, and his face turned red with excitement.
"Look... I see it! It's the Fairy of Flowers!" His voice became sharp with excitement.
It caused a series of echoes in the mountains, startling the birds perched on the branches.
The monks around also gathered over, their eyes full of eagerness.
The breeze through the mountains and forests blew gently, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants, but it did not affect their concentration at all.
Some monks stared at the picture, their bodies trembling slightly, their lips quivering, and muttering to themselves: "It really is the Fairy of Flowers, even more beautiful than I imagined."
The leaves beside him rustled in the wind, and seemed to be whispering in agreement.
"Some monks jumped up and danced excitedly, almost throwing their phones away."
He was still shouting, "I can finally see it too. Brother can't hide it anymore!"
His movements lifted up the fallen leaves on the ground, which looked like dancing butterflies in the sunset.
Some monks stared intently, with obsession flashing in their eyes.
It was as if the whole world was reduced to the flower fairy on the mobile phone screen, and everything around it no longer existed.
The flower fairies in the picture are either dancing gracefully or smiling sweetly.
Every gesture captured the hearts of the monks, immersing them in this dreamlike beauty.