Quick travel: Qing Leng host is forced to have sex with crazy criticizing wall-dong

Two days passed by in a flash.

An inn in Jiang Pingcheng was bustling with people. Everyone was drinking tea while inquiring or relaying the news they heard.

"There must be many good things in the Treasure Pavilion auction held once every ten years. Unfortunately, we and other casual cultivators don't have the chance to go in and find out..."

"That's right, the product produced by Zhenbao Pavilion must be a high-quality product. In order to save the admission fee, I almost gnawed the bark of the tree."

"I heard there will be an auction of fairy artifacts this year."

"What's an immortal weapon? There's a fox demon caught from the lower realm!"

……

In the corner, a handsome man with a messy shaved head and a black suit moved his ears.

He did not come forward to inquire, but continued to listen to the gossip with his eyes and ears in all directions.

It was already two hours later that the complete information about the Treasure Pavilion was obtained.

Zhenbao Pavilion, the largest auction house in the world of cultivation, holds a grand auction ceremony regularly every ten years.

There are all kinds of rare elixirs, rare treasures, talismans, secret techniques, and even fairy-level weapons and protective equipment.

Ordinary monks need to pay an admission ticket of [-] low-grade spiritual stones before they can enter.

There is a high-level VIP room inside, and only distinguished guests who have been invited are eligible to enjoy this treatment.

And these distinguished guests are usually only invited by powerful and powerful sects.

Bichen was very smart. When he came to the world of spiritual cultivation, he immediately used magic weapons to hide his appearance when he discovered the aura of outsiders.

The wanted notice issued by Shanxi Cultivation Realm is his ordinary appearance.

After escaping, he changed his monk's robe, grew his hair, used a special potion to change the color of his eyes, and wandered around the upper cultivation world as an ordinary cultivator to search for Shuang Yu's whereabouts.

Although his appearance has changed, many high-level cultivators still have doubts about him.

In three months, he experienced several extremely dangerous battles, and finally survived a narrow escape.

Killing made him progress rapidly in three months. He relied on killing people to seize treasures to obtain the other party's storage bag, and now he has accumulated astonishing wealth.

It is not difficult to enter the Treasure Pavilion.

But if you want to get a VIP private room, you have to find another way.

He knew very well how insidious and cunning the little fox demon was, and if he found out that he was chasing him to the upper realm, he would definitely run away.

For Shuangyu, he is bound to win.

I have to find a way to get an invitation...

Just as Baichen was planning this, a group of powerful female monks walked into the inn.

When the monks saw each other's clothes, their expressions changed drastically.

"It's those evil bitches from the Saintess Sect!"

"Damn it, why are they here..."

"It's over. I look good. I won't be snatched away by that lecherous young sect master to be his wife, right?"

……

When these monks saw that group of female monks, they were like mice seeing cats, and they were so cowardly.

Some handsome male cultivators hurriedly lowered their heads, trying their best to hide their faces.

There are some extreme ones who will smear the food on the table on their faces, just to avoid this beauty disaster.

After entering the door, the female nuns wearing white clothes and full of fairy spirit stood at both ends of the door and shouted in unison: "Welcome the saint..."

Soon, a charming woman wearing a goose-yellow dress with peonies and auspicious clouds embroidered on the cuffs and collar came in.

She looks very beautiful, charming and enchanting.

But no man at the scene dared to look at him.

The Saintess Sect is a sect that everyone in the upper cultivation world is afraid of.

This sect is all female cultivators, practicing the dual cultivation method of picking up yang and replenishing yin.

In the world of cultivation, women are often used as furnaces.

And they, in turn, use men as a furnace.

Its sect leader Wen Meier is in the late stage of transcending the tribulation period and has been in seclusion for nearly 300 years. If nothing unexpected happens, she has great hope of ascending to the next level.

Among the five elders, the one with the lowest cultivation level is also in the late Mahayana stage. He is one of the strongest sects in the upper cultivation world.

When talking about the Saintess Sect, we have to mention Wen Meier's only daughter - Wen Rong, a notorious and terrifying existence in the world of spiritual cultivation.

Robbing civilian men and bullying the weak are commonplace for her.

Other disciples of the Holy Maiden Sect still have a hint of humanity. When practicing dual cultivation, they will not drain each other's cultivation. They pay more attention to the harmony of yin and yang and make progress together.

But Wen Rong was different. All the male cultivators she took away by force were imprisoned and sucked into cripples, and died miserably.

Although Wen Rong is evil, he is not brainless.

She usually does not choose favored disciples from large sects, but only those with no power and good looks.

Countless male cultivators were brutally murdered, but because of the great cause of the Holy Lady Clan, nothing happened.

The first time Wen Rong entered the door, she stared at the monks present, looking for anyone who could attack him.

The last of the ten male cultivators she had forced back not long ago was killed by her three days ago. Now she is extremely thirsty!

At one glance, she saw Baichen, who was unique among the crowd.

The upturned red phoenix eyes look ruthless and indifferent, but they can arouse the desire to conquer deep in people's hearts.

His messy hair made him look even more unruly.

The nose is straight and the lips are thin, and the lips are bright red, like bright candy wrappers, wrapped in poison that can burn through the throat, with fatal attraction.

Not to mention the perfect figure under that black outfit.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, tall and tall figure!

Wen Rong showed an extremely charming smile, licked her lips, and her squinting almond eyes first swept across the bridge of Bichen's nose that was too high, and finally stopped at the lower third road covered by the table.

With enchanting steps, she walked to the opposite side of Baochen.

Leaning over, half of his body was leaning on the table, and the pair of snowy whites pressed against him became more and more ready to come out.

"I see that the bridge of your nose is very straight. Come to think of it...that part is also quite amazing."

Her red lips parted slightly, and Wen Rong opened her mouth to tease her.

That sound can melt people's bones.

Baichen frowned in disgust, and his whole body became cold because of the other party's vulgar voice.

He missed the little fox demon's delicate and clear voice more and more.

Seeing that he was ignoring people, Wen Rong was not annoyed and continued to strike up a conversation.

"Your Excellency must be a monk in the lower realm of cultivation. Your appearance is so outstanding, there is no way I wouldn't be impressed."

If you have no impression, it means you are not a monk in the upper realm of cultivation.

Wen Rong couldn't see through his cultivation, and couldn't rashly use her spiritual sense to investigate, so she guessed his identity in her heart.

"It is rumored that two monks came to the lower realm to cause trouble. One is called Baochen and the other is Qilian... Who are you among them?"

Giggling, she crossed her legs and sat on the chair, letting her white thighs appear, leaning against Baochen's ear, and asked softly.

The cloying fragrance makes people feel irritable.

A flash of murderous intent flashed in Bichen's eyes, and he suddenly pushed the person away, stood up, threw a medium-grade spiritual stone on the table, and left.

Behind him, Wen Rong's eyes followed him like a shadow, like a light on his back.

"It's interesting that he is not affected by my charm... Go and catch him. I want to see if he is so cold in bed! I can't wait to see him begging hard. …”

Licking her lips, her eyes filled with evil amusement, she ordered.

"Respect!"

A group of female cultivators clasped their fists and obeyed the order, quickly chasing after Bichen.