After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

When Di Lin opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on an unfamiliar bed with various herbs applied on his body.

"I'm being rescued?" Di Lin was overjoyed. Haha, there is always a way out.

"It looked like someone had buried you alive. When I found you, only one hand was sticking out. When I dug you out, you were only breathing."

"My name is Feng Ning'er. Don't worry, this is the territory of the Feng Family Chamber of Commerce. No one will harm you."

When Feng Ning'er saw Di Lin wake up, she slowly began to explain.

"Thank you Miss Feng for saving my life." Di Lin bowed quickly.

"No need to be so polite. Just pay off the medical bills and we'll be even." After saying that, he took out a thick bill.

"Of course no problem. Not to mention paying the bill, I will give you some more spirit stones just for saving my life." Di Lin patted his chest and made the promise while taking the account book.

Di Lin took a casual look and was immediately shocked. The total amount was not 5 spirit stones. Even if he sold it, he couldn't pay it off!

I looked at the details again, and I was shocked! A first-grade herb costs 1 spirit stone on the market, and she quoted me 100! How could there be herbs in here that have nothing to do with healing?

After looking through the bill, I saw that all the herbs were 100 times higher than the market price, and more than half of them weren't even for healing! Take, for example, cumin grass, 400 spirit stones! Isn't this cumin grass a seasoning? Why would I need it for healing?

"Ahem, did Miss Feng take the wrong account book, or is she joking?" Di Lin asked cautiously.

"You don't have to hand it over. If I meet you somewhere else someday, I will send you back the same way and heal the needle holes on your body." Feng Ning'er said lightly.

Di Lin: ...

He swore that he would never come to the evil place of Qingluan Holy Land again.

……

The competition will begin in an hour.

Because he almost messed up last time, and Zhao Gang was too lazy and kept dozing off in his seat, Lin Wanxi didn't do anything to him.

"The Holy Land Competition Finals are about to begin. Lin Chuan and Zhao Gang, please come to the stage."

Lin Chuan was still the first to take the lead and walk onto the stage, followed by Zhao Gang, yawning and looking sleepy.

"I am Lin Chuan from the Qingluan Holy Land. Thank you for your kindness." Lin Chuan bowed.

Zhao Gang did not reply, but instead cupped his hands sleepily as a return gesture.

"How does this guy practice when he is so lazy?" Looking at Zhao Gang standing opposite him with a lazy look, Lin Chuan was speechless.

offstage.

The Zhao Gang vs. Lin Chuan matchup is still open, but no one dares to bet on it. Just kidding, one is the insider and the other is the bye, how do you choose?

"Hey, I get it. Think about it, isn't this a competition between the Azure Luan Holy Land and the Black Tortoise Holy Land? Considering the previous rumors, who will be the top and who will be the bottom between these two Holy Land Lords will determine the winner of the two in the ring, right?"

"Brother, I think your analysis makes a lot of sense. I've decided. I'm going to bet on Zhao Gang!"

"Yes, yes, I'll bet on Zhao Gang too!"

"Take one of me with you, and I'll beat Zhao Gang too!"

Everyone pressed towards Zhao Gang. After all, judging from his appearance, the muscular Long Zhantian looked more like the attacker.

Lin Wanxi did not bet, because ever since she made 50 spirit stones for the first time, she was blacklisted by those who opened the market.

"Ahem, I declare the competition begins."

On the stage, Lin Chuan was ready to go, ready to deal with Zhao Gang's sudden attack at any time.

Lin Chuan waited for a moment, but saw that the attack had not yet arrived. He could not help but look at Zhao Gang opposite him, only to see Zhao Gang standing there with his eyes closed, motionless.

Lin Chuan: ...

Disciples watching the game from the audience: ...

"No, who said that Long Zhantian was the top? I think he's the bottom. Damn, this isn't even acting!"

"Hey, my dear, please don't blame me. My guess is definitely correct. The mistake is that we overlooked one thing."

"what's up?"

"Think about it, among Taoist couples, the man will always give in to the woman a little."

"Oh~, why didn't you tell me earlier? I bet 200 spirit stones on Zhao Gang, you hindsight!"

On the stage.

Seeing that Zhao Gang was reluctant to attack, Lin Chuan had to take the initiative and attacked Zhao Gang with Xingye in his hand.

"Bang!" A collision sound was heard, and sparks flew at the junction of the sword and the flesh.

"Damn it, how come that guy's body is harder than the scales on Di Lin's body!" Xing Ye was blocked directly outside Zhao Gang's skin, but there was not even a white mark on Zhao Gang's skin.

"I just don't believe it." Lin Chuan added a layer of Yin-Yang sword intent to the surface of Xingye and slashed at Zhao Gang frantically, while Zhao Gang was also yawning and motionless.

Of course, there was an effect. Under Lin Chuan's intensive attacks, Zhao Gang's skin gradually showed white marks.

"Hahaha, brother Zhantian, your Holy Son has practiced the Turtle Kung Fu quite well. It seems that your Holy Land has won this competition," Li Jun congratulated Long Zhantian on the side.

"I don't think so. Lin Chuan from your holy land is quite good. He was able to break through the defense of my unimpressive disciple. I should be the one congratulating you."

The two of them flattered each other with smiles on their faces.

The Holy Lord of Baiyun Holy Land didn't care. It didn't matter to her who won or lost. However, the Holy Lord of Canglong Holy Land pouted, feeling depressed and aggrieved.

The attacks on the stage were still going on, but gradually Lin Chuan began to feel a little tired. This round of attacks had no effect at all, and it could only be said that the gains were minimal.

"Looks like I have to tell you some shocking news!" After saying that, Lin Chuan stood there motionless like Zhao Gang.

"What are they doing? Why are they not moving? Damn, I'm here to watch the game, not to watch them sleep!"

"This is... Falling Moon?" Xu Hanyi vaguely remembered this as a secret technique from the sword manual she wrote, practiced only by the Nascent Soul stage. "Chuan'er has learned it already?"

"I'll make you stay as still as a turtle! Falling Moon!" On the stage, Lin Chuan, who had been gathering strength, suddenly jumped up with Xingye in his hand and hung in the air.

Lin Chuan's Yin-Yang sword intent was condensing crazily. Behind him, a Tai Chi was rising slowly, and it suddenly fell towards Zhao Gang like a lonely moon!

"Shit! Turtle Sleep Technique!" Zhao Gang, who was now sleepy, suddenly perked up when he saw the Tai Chi coming towards him. He quickly used his life-saving methods to resist the attack that was no less powerful than that of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.

"Bang!" A loud noise was heard, and the entire arena was suddenly covered in dust.

At this time, Zhao Gang was lying in a huge pit, his legs twitching, and he was obviously seriously injured.

"Quick, carry it to Tianyao Peak!" The referee elder hurriedly ordered the disciples around him, and then announced the results of the competition.

"I declare that Lin Chuan from the Qingluan Holy Land is the winner of this competition!"

"No, is this really okay? Ever since Zhao Gang came to power, he's been standing there like a fool getting beaten without fighting back. I can do that too!"

"That's it!"

"I don't agree!"

"I don't accept it either!"

The disciple who had bet on Zhao Gang to win had now lost everything, so he naturally felt quite resentful.