The things here are all ordinary goods, even if there are more spirit stones and spirit crystals, you can't buy anything of a higher level.

If you want to buy something of a higher grade, you can only go to the auction.

Hearing Ye Chen's words, the shopkeeper was a little disappointed, but he still said: "This gentleman doesn't seem to be a native of the Lost City, right? I don't know if I have found a place to live? If you don't dislike it, our Wanbao Pavilion can arrange the best place for you!"

The shopkeeper was obviously unwilling, so he let go of Ye Chen and Wanwan, the two fat and oily guests.

Ye Chen didn't care, and was about to say yes.

"No, we have a place to stay!"

Wanwan refused to say.

"Be careful that they see the wealth and make a trick!"

Wanwan whispered to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled, if you dare to make a yin move on yourself, you have to carry your head!

However, Ye Chen still made a praising expression to Wanwan.

Then, the two left Wanbao Pavilion together.

"How many years have we not been to our Lost City with a high roller of this level?"

The shopkeeper looked at the back of Ye Chen and Wanwan leaving, and couldn't stop sighing.

And a few monks who had been in the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion before suddenly glanced at each other, and they all followed quickly!

......

Out of Wanbao Pavilion, Wanwan's mood was obviously still in extreme excitement.

And Ye Chen was also smiling.

It turned out that this feeling of being a local tyrant in the Immortal Cultivation Realm was really good! With these things, he had the confidence to build the Dustless Sect on Earth into a real Immortal Cultivation Realm sect!

"Ye Wuchen, let's go, let's go in and have a drink!"

Passing by a teahouse, Wanwan dragged Ye Chen and walked in.

"It's okay to have a drink, but only drink tea, not alcohol! lest you drink too much and go crazy, and then you will try your best to charm me!"

Ye Chen laughed.

What Ye Chen said was obviously the last time, the two drank together, but they were drunk with half-truths, their ears and tails were exposed, and they also used the charm technique to deal with Ye Chen, and finally almost did a fake show!

"Drink tea, drink tea! Hmph, it's impossible to get drunk with tea!"

Wanwan's face turned red.

The Lost City is a city of monks, and naturally it can't be ordinary tea in the teahouse, but spiritual tea!

Lingcha is a kind of Lingcha tree leaves concocted, not only fragrant, but also contains a strong aura, for monks, has great benefits.

The two were drinking spiritual tea in the teahouse, and after a while, a middle-aged female cultivator ran in in a panic.

As soon as she entered the door, the middle-aged female cultivator quickly came towards Ye Chen and Wanwan's table!

"Bang!"

At this time, there was a muffled sound, and the door of the teahouse was kicked open.

Then, seven or eight monks rushed in with flying swords in their hands, and pointed at the middle-aged nun and shouted, "You female thief! Don't run!

The middle-aged female cultivator's face was extremely flustered, and she actually bumped into Ye Chen's body at once.

Smack!

A storage bag fell out of the middle-aged nun!

It just fell on Ye Chen!

Wanwan suddenly frowned, and she was about to have a seizure.

Ye Chen stopped Wanwan with his eyes, and looked at all this with a smile.

Whew!

The figures of the seven or eight monks flashed suddenly, instantly surrounding Ye Chen, Wanwan and the middle-aged female cultivator.

"Hand over the storage bag immediately! Otherwise, I will kill your body, destroy your primordial baby, and destroy your soul!"

Among the seven or eight monks, the gray-clothed monk led by him said viciously.

"Don't! Spare my life! I'll pay!

The middle-aged nun screamed loudly, picked up the storage bag from Ye Chen's body, and handed it to the gray-clothed monk at the head.

"It's empty, you stinky bitch, how dare you change your bag, do you want to fool us like that?"

The Greyfriar said angrily.

"Ah? How could it be? In this storage bag, there is obviously something in it! How can it be repackaged?"

The middle-aged female cultivator waved her hand again and again, showing a frightened expression, and shouted loudly.

"Could it be you?"

The middle-aged female cultivator turned around suddenly, pointed at Ye Chen, and said, "This storage bag just fell on you! You must have adjusted the bag! Only you can change the bag! Please, hand over the storage bag! Otherwise, they will really kill me!"

"Okay, you kid, you want to eat black, why don't you hand over the storage bag honestly!"

The gray-clothed monk at the head immediately shouted, and the other monks all pointed their flying swords at Ye Chen.

"You scoundrels, in broad daylight, you dare to frame the blame? Who gave you the guts?"

Wanwan frowned, where can she bear it?

"Hmph, are we planting a blame, can't we find out if we search for it?"

The Greyfriar sneered.

"That's right! If you don't rebag the storage bag, then let's search our body! The storage bag can't be put into other storage weapons, as long as we search our body, the truth will naturally be revealed!"

"That is, if you don't dare to let us search your body, it means that you have a ghost in your heart!"

The other monks shouted.

"You want to search me?"

Ye Chen glanced at a few monks with a smile.

"If you are really innocent, why are you afraid of our search?" said the Grey Friar.

"This little brother, if you really don't have a bag, let them search it! Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave!"

The middle-aged female cultivator seemed to be helpless.

"Hehe, why don't you let me guess! The storage bag you're looking for is all spirit crystals? And it's all red!"

Ye Chen said jokingly.

Where could he not see that these people in front of him were all deliberately framed, and among these people, there were at least three of them, he had just seen them in the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion!

Although the disguise has been carried out, that greedy look can't be hidden!

"Hmph, it seems that you have secretly adjusted the bag, and you have already seen the contents of it!

The gray-clothed friar, who was the leader, snorted coldly.

"Hand it over, little brother, or they won't let you go!" said the nusity.

"What the hell is going on? Could this young man really take someone's storage bag?"

At this time, other people in the teahouse also gathered around, puzzled.

"Bell bell bell ......"

At this moment, a silver bell suddenly rang.

One after another, the sound waves surrounded the middle-aged female cultivator!

Buzz –

The middle-aged nun only felt that her head suddenly became dizzy.

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