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Chapter 517

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Lu Xiaotian didn't have a good solution to the current situation. Liu Jingchuan had the Silver Leaf Buddha Tree, and Luo Pinger had the whereabouts of the Brahma Luo Spiritual Fire.

"Let's make a big commotion and lure Liu Jingchuan out." Lu Xiaotian made up his mind. Since the previous plan didn't work, he could only change it.

Luo Pinger frowned. At this moment, she was also at her wit's end. The development of the situation was somewhat beyond her expectations.

"Impudent! How can you be so rude to the owner? It seems that while this old man was in seclusion, all of you became more and more daring. Wait until this old man receives the owner, then I'll deal with you rude servants! "At this moment, a vigorous and dignified voice sounded from within the Spirit Vulture Workshop, but no one could be seen.

Lu Xiaotian smiled slightly. Liu Jingchuan was also a sly fellow. Although he gave Luo Pinger some face, he didn't mention a single word about the mustached cultivator and the armored middle-aged man's rebuttal to Luo Pinger.

Luo Pinger's gaze turned cold. Looking at the mustached man's indifferent expression, she snorted coldly and led Lu Xiaotian and the others into the workshop.

"Head Elder's words are becoming more and more like gold. Even if this little girl, the owner of the workshop, wants to see Head Elder, there are still people obstructing her. It seems that in the future, I'll have to send an invitation card first." Luo Pinger's voice carried a trace of mockery.

After the few of them entered the Spirit Vulture Workshop, a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance walked over. It was Liu Jingchuan. He seemed to be moving slowly, but was actually moving very quickly. With a light step, he crossed half a li. Seeing this, the Foundation Establishment cultivators present were secretly shocked.

"Workshop Owner, you and I have some private matters to attend to today. There's no need for these servants to follow us."

"If Head Elder doesn't like these people, then just pretend they don't exist. When this little girl came in, if it weren't for the fact that I had a few subordinates with me, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have been able to enter this door," Luo Pinger said.

"Workshop Owner, you should know my feelings for you. If we cooperate, then both of us benefit. If we separate, then there's nothing to gain...." Liu Jingchuan seemed to be persuading her..

"As you can see, the Spirit Vulture Workshop is no longer the Spirit Vulture Workshop of the past. However, I don't care too much about this power. As long as the workshop owner agrees to be my Daoist companion, everything will naturally return to the workshop owner's hands. Of course, if you don't agree, I've already waited for nearly ten years and don't have the patience to wait any longer. "

. "What are you going to do?" Luo Pinger's heart skipped a beat. Her face revealed a hint of panic. Although Liu Jingchuan had used some underhanded means in the past, he had still been polite to her. Today was the first time he had shed all pretense of cordiality. As for Liu Jingchuan saying that he would return the Spirit Vulture Workshop to her, it was just a joke. After all, she had been in charge of the Spirit Vulture Workshop for many years. She knew that Liu Jingchuan had used some of the information channels in the Spirit Vulture Workshop to engage in some shady dealings. He used the Spirit Vulture Workshop to gather resources for his own cultivation. He had only tolerated her for so many years because he wanted to slowly gain control of the Spirit Vulture Workshop. He didn't really have the patience to do so.

.. "Workshop Owner, you have to agree today. If you don't agree, then I'll have to force myself on you." Liu Jingchuan chuckled. A hint of lasciviousness appeared in his eyes. His previous imposing image had completely disappeared.

"Men, take away the people around the Workshop Owner."

Following Liu Jingchuan's command, the mustached cultivator from before led two groups of Foundation Establishment cultivators to surround Luo Pinger's group.

"Workshop Owner, I'm sorry to offend you!" The mustached cultivator cupped his fists. His face was full of ridicule.

"It seems that you wanted me to come here just for this moment." Now that things had come to this, Luo Pinger calmed down.

"That's right. Workshop Owner is indeed clever. When you first recruited me, you should have known that this day would come. How could I, a Jin Dan cultivator, take orders from a puny Foundation Establishment cultivator like you?" Liu Jingchuan said with a smug expression.

A few black shadows flashed. The formation plates of the Eight Trigrams Demon-Sealing Formation landed in all directions. Not only did it trap Liu Jingchuan, it also trapped Luo Pinger, the mustached cultivator, and the others.

"Liu Jingchuan, I've tolerated you for almost eight years. Did you really think that I would be unprepared? Senior Lu, this time it's all up to you. "Luo Pinger first sneered, then cupped her fists solemnly towards Lu Xiaotian.

Lu Xiaotian was also somewhat speechless. Before coming here, he had discussed many countermeasures with Luo Pinger. They had planned to observe for a while and test Liu Jingchuan's strength before making a move. However, some things did not change according to one's will. Liu Jingchuan's impatience had caused their preparations to be completely useless.

However, this was also good. Lu Xiaotian sometimes felt that he was being overly cautious. However, there was nothing wrong with being careful. If he could do it all over again, he would most likely do the same. After all, he only had one life. No matter what happened, he could not be lacking in preparation. Whether or not it would be useful was another matter.

Now that he had no choice but to make a move, Lu Xiaotian did not hesitate.

The aura of the Eight Trigrams Demon-Sealing Formation enveloped the surroundings.

"Formation!" Luo Pinger and Liu Jingchuan's faces were filled with surprise and joy. Luo Pinger's face revealed a trace of understanding. Previously, she had spent so much effort to win over Lu Xiaotian because Lu Xiaotian was not only a Jin Dan cultivator, but also an extremely outstanding Formation Master when he was in the Foundation Establishment stage. Although Liu Jingchuan had been in the Core Formation stage longer than Lu Xiaotian, being trapped in the formation, it was still unknown who would emerge victorious.

The moustached cultivator and the other Foundation Establishment cultivators' expressions all changed greatly. They did not expect Luo Pinger to silently invite another powerful person. Moreover, it was a Formation Master. No wonder she dared to be so arrogant today. They had been too careless.

"Fellow Daoist, what benefits did Luo Pinger give you? Since Fellow Daoist is willing to make a move against me, the benefits that Luo Pinger previously promised you will still belong to you. I, Liu Jingchuan, will also give you two million low-grade spirit stones. The power of the Spirit Vulture Workshop will be split equally between you and me. With the two of us Jin Dan cultivators working together, we will definitely achieve great things. How about it? " Liu Jingchuan could feel the powerful aura of the Eight Trigrams Demon-Sealing Formation. Furthermore, he could not sense Lu Xiaotian's depth. At this time, he directly promised Lu Xiaotian benefits. "Even Luo Pinger can belong to Fellow Daoist. Even her body can belong to you. Are you afraid that the benefits will fly away? Fellow Daoist does not need to fight to the death with me. "

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