Chapter 386 You are the disciple of the Blood-Robed Sword God, then who am I?

"How much...how much?" Qiong Yunting widened her eyes, a little bit unable to believe her ears.

Qi Yuan glanced at her and said speechlessly: "Did you not clean your ears last night? You blocked your ears. I said it so loudly but you didn't hear it. 1.05 billion spirit stones!"

Qi Yuansheng was afraid that there was a lot of earwax in her ears, so he raised his voice.

The sound spread throughout the hall.

Suddenly, many people stared at Qiong Yunting's ears.

Some people who are not in the right mood even cover their mouths while laughing.

When Jiang Lingsu heard this, she hugged Qi Yuan's arm, and laughed non-stop with her face almost touching Qi Yuan's arm.

She felt like she had let out a long sigh of relief.

Qiong Yunting's face suddenly turned red, and she became angry and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I...I have picked out earwax!"

"It looks like he didn't clean it out completely and he wasn't diligent." Qi Yuan came to the conclusion directly.

Qiong Yunting was furious. Even though she had already established her foundation, she was still suffocated by Qi Yuan's words.

She had already predicted that the rumor that Fairy Qiong Yunting didn't like to pick her ears would spread throughout Yuntian City today.

"Hey, actually, don't be shy. Now be brave and clean out the earwax. Otherwise, it will be very tiring for me to talk so loudly." Qi Yuan continued to persuade.

"You!" Qiong Yunting's eyes were red, and she was almost crying because of Qi Yuan's words.

"Don't be shy, sister. We should refuse to be ashamed of picking our ears and be ourselves! I once knew a fairy who even created a method to pick her nose better. You should learn from her and don't care about what others think!"

Qi Yuan became more and more excited as he spoke, and his words were inflammatory.

Qiong Yunting's eyes were red. She had originally thought about how to humiliate Qi Yuan, but that had long been forgotten.

At this time, Wang Yunteng, who was wearing a green robe, spoke with an extraordinary demeanor: "Daoyou are the Jiang family's...son-in-law. Are you here at the Divine Infant Banquet to borrow spirit stones?"

This time, it was Jiang Lingsu's turn to blush.

"No, I'm not a son-in-law, and I don't pour foot washing water." Qi Yuan shook his head, "Today, the Earwax Fairy said that her husband's family is very rich. If I'm short of money, I can come to the Divine Infant Banquet, and her husband will solve my problem."

Wang Yunteng looked at Qi Yuan with an arrogant expression: "The Jiang family is a big family in the East. Their industry in Yuntian City has encountered some problems. I know a thing or two about it. How many spirit stones do you need?"

Before the Divine Infant Banquet was held, he had heard Qiong Yunting mention Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu.

At that time, he also promised that he would give Qi Yuan some prestige, and if possible, he would take over the Jiang family's assets in Yuntian City.

"1.05 billion!" Qi Yuan said again.

He felt that this Taoist couple didn't clean their ears every day.

They should pick each other's earwax before going to bed at night.

Wang Yunteng's eyes flashed with displeasure: "1.05 billion spirit stones, are you kidding me? With so many spirit stones, I'm afraid I can even buy Yuntian City!"

Wang Yunteng didn’t know whether 1.05 billion spirit stones could buy Yuntian City.

But it is definitely enough to buy Zifu Daxiu's life.

“I’m not kidding, it was calculated.

Your Wang family owns forty-five spirit stone mines, operates five auction houses, and has stakes in more than three hundred trading companies. If you sell them all, they would be worth 1 billion spirit stones.

As for the Earwax Fairy, her family is even poorer, with a gambling father, a seriously ill mother, and a useless brother. Her family only has about 50 million spirit stones."

Qi Yuan had a smile on his face.

"I'm here to keep the appointment this time. Do you want to lend me the money?" He stretched out his hand.

Wang Yunteng's expression did not change, but the way he looked at Qi Yuan also became different.

The other monks also looked at Qi Yuan strangely, while some looked like they were watching a show.

This red-robed monk actually knows the Wang family's details so well.

It's not as simple as borrowing money.

Wang Yunteng naturally knew the truth, and he sneered: "I don't know who is standing behind Brother Qi, who has the confidence to borrow 1 billion spirit stones!"

The powerful aura belonging to the Divine Infant monk swept across at this moment.

When the monks around saw this, some watched the show while others stayed away.

Jiang Lingsu approached Qi Yuan, but did not feel the aura of the Divine Infant Monk. She looked at Qi Yuan with her sharp eyes, and her mentality had changed a lot.

Qi Yuan stretched lazily when he heard this.

To be honest, he has never bullied anyone.

Today, I came here to play with my junior sister, I have nothing to do.

He thought for a moment and replied, "Behind me stands... the Blood Robe Alliance!"

He directly borrowed his own power.

After saying this, Qi Yuan felt a little refreshed.

No wonder those second-generation rich people always like to say, who is my father, who is my grandfather, who is my master.

This feeling of bullying others by taking advantage of one’s power is really quite satisfying!

"Blood Robe Alliance?"

The faces of the guests present changed slightly, and some even showed fear on their faces.

"It's actually someone from the Blood Robe Alliance!"

"He's wearing a bloody robe..."

"The Wang family has been targeted by the Blood Robe Alliance. They are doomed!"

Who doesn't know about the Blood Robe Alliance today?

The experience of the Blood-Clothed Sword God can be considered inspirational.

He left home in middle age to embark on the path of immortality and achieved success late in life.

When he returned home, he found that his daughter had been humiliated by Guangming Palace and lived in a doghouse!

Thus, the Blood-Clothed Sword God started his legendary journey with hatred.

Destroy the Palace of Light, kill the Yin God, and create the Blood Clothes Alliance!

Later, he offended the Shenhua Society and was banned from speaking.

The Blood-Cloaked Sword God went to the headquarters of the Divine Flower Society alone and killed the leader of the Divine Flower Society with one sword! The Divine Flower Society also became the possession of the Blood-Cloaked Sword God.

The Blood-Clothed Sword God is also the most famous legendary figure in the East and the more than 20 surrounding regions.

If the Blood Robe Alliance is really standing behind this blood-robed man, the Wang family is really in danger! In Helanzhou, the Wang family is the overlord.

But if the Blood Robe Alliance attacks the Wang family, even if the Wang family has Wang Yunteng, who has the potential to be a Yin God, it will be useless.

When everyone was worried about Wang Yunteng, he chuckled rarely, with sarcasm in his laughter: "These days, fraud and deception have come to my Wang family.

Do you know that the Blood Robe Sword God Senior from the Blood Robe Alliance has already agreed to accept me as his disciple immediately!"

Wang Yunteng said proudly.

The important thing that the Wang family wants to announce at this Divine Infant Banquet is that Wang Yunteng was accepted as a disciple by the Blood-Clothed Sword God.

"What? Master Wang was favored by Senior Blood-Robed Sword God and accepted as his disciple?"

"Congratulations! This is really enviable... Kun'er is turning purple!"

"The Wang family has produced a real dragon!"

"Wang Yunteng is extremely talented. If he were to participate in the Eastern Land Prodigy Ranking, he would definitely be on the list. It is understandable that the Blood-Robed Sword God would take his spot and accept him as his disciple!"

“I didn’t expect that Senior Blood-Robed Sword God would actually accept disciples!”

Everyone on the field was shocked and extremely envious.

"Then Qi Yuan is actually looking for trouble with the Wang family. Isn't this the flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple?"

"This red-robed monk is in trouble!"

These people looked at Qi Yuan with regret on their faces.

Even if he was really a member of the Blood Robe Alliance, he would be doomed now that he had offended the disciples of the Blood Robe Sword God.

At this time, Qi Yuan was confused.

The development of the situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Hey, that's a bit too much. I'm the Dragon King and God of War!"

"What are you shocked about him doing?"

"Also, why did you steal my crooked mouth scene?"

Qi Yuan was speechless. He was in a rare good mood and accompanied his junior sister to play the role of Dragon King God of War, but failed.

He looked at Wang Yunteng and said calmly, "You said you are the disciple of Blood-Robed Sword God, but do you have any evidence? If you are his disciple, I... I am the father of Blood-Robed Sword God!"

Qi Yuan was ready to say that he was the Blood-Clothed Sword God.

But the other party is not the disciple of the Blood-Clothed Sword God, he is the Blood-Clothed Sword God, so this sentence does not connect with each other and may be a grammatical error.

"You dare to disrespect the Blood-Clothed Sword God? You are finished. No one can protect you in this East!" There was murderous intent in Wang Yunteng's eyes.

It seemed that he really regarded the Blood-Clothed Sword God as his master.

"Call out your master, the Blood-Clothed Sword God, so I can see him!" Qi Yuan put his hands on his hips.

He wanted to see if there was anyone with the same name as him.

Doesn't this mean... an infringement of his copyright?

We have to ask him for some compensation.

"The Blood-Cloaked Sword God is not here, but I am here."

Just then, an old voice was heard.

I saw an old man staggering out, with a wine gourd hanging around his waist and a strong smell of alcohol on his body.

The tip of his nose is red, a clear sign of rosacea.

He appeared suddenly, seemingly escaping the perception of everyone present.

When the monks present saw the old man appear, they all showed fear.

Because he seemed to appear out of thin air.

“Greetings, Master Jiu!” Wang Yunteng immediately bowed respectfully, and then said, “Master Jiu is a legendary immortal figure. Even my master, the Blood-robed Sword God, has to address him as senior when he sees him!”

Wang Yunteng introduced the wine master to everyone present.

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The wine master took the wine jug and poured wine into his mouth.

The monks present were all shocked when they smelled the aroma of the wine.

Because the wine seemed to be brewing endless divine power.

It was as if the Yin God used his own divine power to transform it into wine.

This wine master can drink such wine, he must be a Yin spirit!

They looked at the drunkard and believed it even more.

The wine master drank the wine in one gulp and burped: "Wang Yunteng is a very good kid, he has great talent, I like him very much.

Unfortunately, I thought it was too much trouble and didn’t want to accept him as a disciple, so I handed him over to that guy in Bloody Clothes.”

Qi Yuan looked at the wine master with a calm expression.

In his eyes, everything about the drunkard was revealed.

The drunkard in front of him was indeed a powerful Yin God, and a Great Venerable, an extraordinary Great Venerable.

"Have you seen the Blood-Clothed Sword God? If you throw Wang Yunteng to him, will he agree to take him as his disciple?" Qi Yuan asked.

"When I woke up from my hangover and was lying in the carriage, Xueyi was very considerate and kept watch for me." The wine master said carelessly, "It was his honor that I gave Wang Yunteng to him. He was eager to curry favor with me!"

The wine master said this with a smug smile in his eyes.

Qi Yuan's eyes were calm.

In the first half of the sentence, his nose grew slightly, which means... what the wine master said was a lie, and Xueyi did not keep watch for him.

In the second half of the sentence, the nose did not change, which shows that what the drunkard said was true, or that he thought it was true.

"You are so confident. I am 99% sure that the Blood-Clothed Sword God will not accept him as his disciple." Qi Yuan said lightly.

“In this matter, even if you are really the father of Blood-Robed Sword God, Blood-Robed Sword God has to listen to me.” Jiu Fuzi was full of confidence. “The stronger the great masters in this world are, the more they will ask me for help, because only I can give them a way to survive!”

The drunkard said this arrogantly, full of pride.

Qi Yuan said calmly, "I heard that the Blood-robed Sword God is the strongest in the world. Does he still need you to keep him alive?"

"Little kid, you don't understand." The wine master said, "I take off my shoes, and the Blood-robed Sword God has to put them on for me.

Aren’t you a member of the Blood Robe Alliance? Call him over here and I’ll make him perform a show of putting shoes on me!”

The drunkard was full of confidence, as if he were a peerless master.

The faces of the monks present changed drastically, and some were silent as a mouse.

Because what this drunkard said was too exaggerated.

If the Blood-robed Sword God heard it, I'm afraid...

“Hehe, I dare to say this because I am confident.

The Blood-Robed Sword God is very powerful, but his name is not even on the Mythology Monument, hehe... that's all." The Wine Master continued.

Wang Yunteng said at this time: "There are big clans in the world, and there are also hidden organizations. Jiufuzi is the deputy leader of a hidden organization!"

When the others heard this, they were all shocked.

Could it be that this wine master is a real dragon? However, whether it is the Blood-robed Sword God or this wine master, they are people they cannot afford to offend.

The wine master looked at Qi Yuan with a sigh: "Boy, help me put on my boots. I won't bother with you for the offense today.

Otherwise... hehe, if you make me unhappy, your sect, the girl behind you, and the Jiang family will probably all become ashes!"

Qi Yuan heard this and said calmly: "The atmosphere in the world of immortal cultivation is really too corrupt.

I just wiped out the Feng family, and when I came here... I met a potential murderer.

Why, even though I work so hard, there are still so many bad people in the world? "

A gust of wind blew, and Qi Yuan's blood-red robe moved instantly.

The monks present were slightly stunned when they heard Qi Yuan's words.

What? The Feng family was wiped out?

They were shocked, as if they had heard something incredible.

Suddenly, they thought of something and looked at Qi Yuan in surprise.

Today is Wang Yunteng’s Divine Infant Banquet. Logically, the Feng family should also come in person, but no one has come yet.

this……

They quickly transmitted the message.

"Destroy the entire family?" The drunkard frowned, and his powerful spirit swept over at this moment. Suddenly, the tragic situation of the Feng family came into view.

He glanced at Qi Yuan with a look of surprise in his eyes: "You are quite awesome, you really wiped out the Feng family!"

As the wine master spoke, his powerful soul attacked Qi Yuan at this moment, wanting to see Qi Yuan's background clearly.

However, when his powerful spirit touched Qi Yuan, it was like a spring breeze entering the water, without causing any waves.

"You kid..." Jiufuzi looked suspicious, "Could it be that you are really the father of the Blood-robed Sword God?"

When the monks present heard this, they were all a little confused.

But after a while, countless pieces of information reached their ears, and the way they looked at Qi Yuan changed completely.

Because, just now they received news that the Feng family was wiped out.

The people from Feng Palace seemed to be rushing to Yuntian City to apologize.

Because, the one who destroyed the Feng family was... the legendary Blood-Clothed Sword God.

They were shocked and confused.

How come they only know about such a big thing now?

They had no idea that where Qi Yuan appeared, ten suns would shine in turn, aggravating the effect of forgetfulness.

"Bloody Sword God, he is the Blood-Clothed Sword God!" A divine infant monk trembled, his mind shocked.

They never expected that the Blood-Clothed Sword God would appear here.

Moreover, it seems that he is still the son-in-law of the Jiang family! The cultivator who had laughed at Qi Yuan in his heart before turned extremely pale at this moment.

The rest of the people's expressions became awed.

"Greetings to the Blood-Clothed Sword God!" Immediately, a Divine Infant monk saluted.

The other monks also saluted in unison.

Although the Drunken Master boasted a lot and looked like a strong man, they had no idea how strong he was.

The Blood-Clothed Sword God is different, he is a truly ruthless person.

Seeing this, Wang Yunteng’s face turned pale.

There was also a look of disbelief in Qiong Yunting's eyes. She glanced at Jiang Lingsu, then at Qi Yuan, and her expression was close to collapse.

Only the drunkard was merely a little surprised, and still sat there, as if he was sitting on a fishing platform.

"Are you the Blood-Cloaked Sword God? Come, help me put on some boots!"

There was confidence in Jiufuzi's voice, confidence in his great strength.

When the other monks present heard this, they were all shocked.

Wang Yunteng's face also turned pale, and he was actually really looking forward to it in his heart, this drunkard...don't be bragging.

Otherwise, the Wang family would really be finished.

However, thinking of the strangeness of the wine master, Wang Yunteng felt relieved again.

At this time, Qi Yuan looked at Jiufuzi with a smile in his eyes: "To paraphrase an ancient saying, this Canglan world does not allow anyone more powerful than me to exist!"

He couldn't stand it a bit. This drunkard was too pretentious.

If he didn't continue the competition, he would feel itchy all over.

Of course, after the competition, it was time to do what Qi Yuan is best at...kill, kill, kill.

(End of this chapter)