SWNOVELS Chapter 120 - Brothel?
If Guo Fan had read s about Xianxia before he transmigrated, he would probably agree with it.
After all, when you cultivate to become an immortal, you cultivate the word “immortal.” The main point is that kind of extraordinary feeling. What “swallowing a golden core into my stomach, I can't control my life.” What, you're talking about women? It doesn't exist. Cultivation is where happiness lies, and seeking the Great Dao is what we pursue!
According to Guo Fan's current cultivation speed, even if it was boring, there would still be pleasure in it. It was the satisfaction brought by the visible growth of his strength.
For example, if you study hard, not only would your efficiency be high, but you would also have the confidence to know how many points you could get at this level.
Although he was still a vegetable at his current level.
However.
If he had transmigrated, the situation would have been completely different. In the past, those were all sarcastic remarks. If he had really worn them, he wouldn't have been able to deal with so many women, regardless of their appearance, status, or strength. Cultivate? It did not exist. There was no such thing as cultivating a Nima Immortal. There was no such thing as cultivating a Nima Immortal, and there was no such thing as' beep beep beep ‘in the world of cultivation. - - ‘Women are happy!'
“Do you desire power?”
“No, I yearn for Niko!”
Guo Fan sneered at Meng Jin.
He was not angry at all. He even wanted to laugh.
“Hehe.” Guo Fan reached out his hand and touched Gu Chao's head, which had previously been transformed into a little loli. He smiled indifferently. Squatting. _ squatted down. He said earnestly, “It's very dangerous. I almost died after going there for a while. There are blades and swords in this brothel. Life and death are unpredictable. If you are not strong enough, don't go in.”
What he said was true blood tears. However, in the eyes of outsiders, it was just words to scare children. There was nothing wrong with that.
As a vixen, Tan Ling had a sharp sense of smell. Coupled with her extraordinary talent, she immediately sensed that there was more than one woman on him.
However, this vixen secretly licked her lips and became even more excited in her heart.
It was not difficult to poach a wall, but it was safer to be a cannon fodder.
A cunning fox was in an undefeatable position.
Tan Ling snorted a few times in her heart. She suppressed the excitement in her heart and lifted her skirt to glance at Guo Fan. She said, “You guys chat slowly.” Then she turned around and left.
Gu Chao blinked his eyes with a confused look. He kept feeling that his master was lying to him, and more than once.
Guo Fan stood up and completely ignored Meng Jin, who was waiting for him to refute him, and walked upstairs.
Meng Jin was stunned at first, then he felt that this guy must have no words to refute. He finally beat him by a level, and said proudly in his heart, “Some people do not cultivate their heart, even if they use tricks to gain fame. It will only be a short-lived thing.”
Guo Fan revealed a smile. He stopped walking and turned his head. With a puzzled face, he said, “May I ask, little friend Yan, do you know what kind of power is behind the Oriental Lychee Tavern, and what kind of people are in the Oriental Lychee Tavern?”
Meng Jin really did not know. This was his first time coming to the Night's Fall Sword City, and he was here to participate in the meeting. How could he know what kind of living environment the brothels in the Night's Fall Sword City were?
“Isn't it just a brothel…” The genius from the Mount Gargantuan said with a disdainful expression. He then said with an embarrassed expression, “Also, don't call me little friend. What's your cultivation level? According to the rules, you should call me Fellow Daoist, or even senior. How inappropriate!”
The Sword Singing Conference was a stage specially prepared for the new generation of cultivators. It was stipulated that only those under the age of 20 could participate. Therefore, the people who participated here were all genuine young people.
The real age of this student in front of him was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
However, he had been spoiled by the sect all year round, and his overbearing attitude seemed to be premature.
Guo Fan said, “Looks like you don't know. Then let me ask you another simple surface question. Do you know the cultivation level of the girls in Oriental Lychee Tavern?”
… “” Meng Jin was dumbfounded. He looked at Guo Fan with a confused expression.
Luo Shun was also dumbfounded. He knew if the girls in the brothels looked good or not, but it was not right to ask about their cultivation level. However, he understood that this Oriental Lychee Tavern was not an ordinary brothel.
He thought to himself that Xia Shui was not the kind of person who would go to brothels to have fun. There must be a deeper meaning behind it. Could it be that this was also a part of experiencing the ecology of cultivators?
Luo Shun's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of something.
Guo Fan said, “Those who have hung the cards have at least cultivated before, starting from the 6th level of Qi Refinement. As for the Sweeper, he is at least at the Core Forming Stage. He can sing and dance well, and he can even sit and discuss Dao with you. Those who go to the Oriental Lychee Tavern are all common Void Refining Stage experts. Usually, staying overnight for three hundred Soul jewels would double the amount at this time. Let's not talk about this little friend Yan, do you have enough Soul jewels to go in? Your cultivation seems to be lower than the Song Girl in Oriental Lychee Tavern, right? “
If you don't have the strength and money, why would you rather go to the Oriental Lychee Tavern?
This world was so real. It gave the newbie Meng Jin and the two hundred year old Void Refining Stage newbie Luo Shun a huge shock.
Meng Jin's face was pale. He wanted to say that it was impossible, but this kind of thing, as long as he personally went to the Oriental Lychee Tavern or asked others about it, Guo Fan wouldn't lie.
But now, he had been humiliated in front of so many people. He couldn't get down from the stage. He was breathing heavily as he stared at Guo Fan. You! You dare to insult me with words!”
Meng Jin pulled out his sword and pointed it at Guo Fan. He was finally full of anger. “I want to fight you to the death!” contemporary romance
“Young and aggressive, impulsive and easily angry, not good.”
Guo Fan took out the token unhurriedly. The word “Duan” on it was particularly striking. The pearl embedded in it resonated slightly with the formation on the surrounding buildings. He smiled slightly. “Private fights are forbidden in Night's Fall Sword City. Meng Jin, Fellow Daoist, are you sure you want to test the method with your body?”
Meng Jin widened his eyes. “This… How is this possible? ! “
Everyone was dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. Tan Ling looked up at the counter and said in surprise, “Isn't this… City Lord Fang's token?”
It was a genuine token that resonated with the formation that covered the entire Night's Fall Sword City. It could control the formation that was set up everywhere in the Night's Fall Sword City, and it had the effect of “seeing the token is like seeing the city lord.”
Guo Fan shook the token and sighed. He said, “Because I escorted the disciple of the Nine Stars Swordsmith back to the Sword Pavilion and got along well with the master of the left pavilion. City Lord Fang also admired me, but my cultivation is too weak. I am honest and honest. I am afraid that I will offend others and be bullied. He gave me this token so that I can protect myself for the time being. Thank you, City Lord Fang.”
“I… you!”
Meng Jin's facial expression changed a few times, and the sound of his teeth rubbing against each other was especially loud. He flicked his sleeves and left again, and even said those vicious words, “Of course I will obey the rules of Night's Fall Sword City, but when the sound of the sword begins, I will let you know what is called regret!”
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