Chapter 297 Lost 100 Million!

Bai Chuwei has a Taoist number, but if she changes the group name card to her own Taoist number, she will probably be kicked out by the group owner directly. Reason: Desecrate the ancestors who cultivated immortals thousands of years ago.

The next best thing is to change a group business card like this.

As for the red envelopes for newcomers to join the group, she knew that most of the immortal cultivators had a lot of property, but they might not be attracted to the group red envelopes that cost dozens of dollars.

Bai Chuwei's eyes fell on the various kinds of spirit pills and spirit water that had just been developed on the desk, and she had an idea in her heart.

The thin white fingers quickly tapped on the virtual keyboard, and soon wrote a small program.

[Old Ancestor: x-on:All members, there are not many red envelopes, only 12 are distributed, everyone can grab it if you have a chance. ]

Twelve red packets?

This newcomer must be too poor, right?

A few diving monks laughed when they saw it, it didn't matter whether this newcomer grabbed the red envelope or not.

Everyone was still complaining, and suddenly they saw that the group of newcomers whose business card was "Old Ancestor" sent out red envelopes, and a few monks immediately went to poke!

Hey, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

When you click on it, it is not the common red envelope grabbing interface. It does not display the amount of grabbing, but the name of each item!

Zixia Sanxian grabbed the Meiyan Pill, Tianyang Zhenren grabbed the Tianling Pill, and Venerable Bu Zui grabbed the Bai Zui Brewing... Luck Wang Qingxuan grabbed the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Everyone: "???"

Holy crap, what's the situation?

[Old Ancestor: I wrote a small program just now, the little friends who grabbed the red envelopes, I will give you the things later. ]

Are you... not kidding?

Beauty pills, Tianlingdan, Taiqing Lingshui? Is this in the red envelope? They think red envelopes are money!

Qingxuan is an old man, and he finally accepted that the society is technological now. There is no need to make phone calls and send WeChat, but he still can't accept typing, so he simply sends voice directly in the group.

Qing Xuan's voice was shaking: "Before... before, senior, I grabbed the foundation pill? Is that the foundation pill the junior thinks?"

Bai Chuwei was a little surprised and asked: "Is there anything else about the foundation pill? Isn't it just a magic pill that can immediately establish a foundation after eating it?"

There was a sudden silence in the group.

Liu Sisi watched her master kneel on the ground as soon as her legs became weak, and the people around her turned around in a hurry, pointing at Liu Sisi, thinking that she was a little girl bullying the old man.

Liu Sisi could not wait to cover her face, and wanted to cry without tears: "Master, get up quickly, don't be ashamed. You are also the head of the Qingxuan faction!"

Qing Xuan kept wiping away her tears and choked up: "Master, I'm so excited that my legs are weak."

Qingxuan is now at the late stage of Qi Refining. After living for so many years, he can't find the mystery of entering the Foundation Establishment period. He is like a headless fly spinning around outside the door. With a group of red envelopes, he grabbed the Foundation Establishment Dan.

For a precious elixir like Zhuji Dan, Bai Chuwei said she would give it away, and it was really a golden thigh.

The sect revitalization is promising!

This thigh hugs so well!

A group of diving monks in the group realized afterward... Did they miss something incredible?

Damn, did that old Qing Xuan really tell the truth this time?

Is it really a big guy who came in?

[(Do not disturb in retreat): The hand is slow, does the boss still give out red envelopes? I stand guard. ]

[Kong Lingzi: Fellow Daoist Ziming see your group business card clearly, what are you doing out of retreat? In addition, the boss will send another one? ]

Bai Chuwei was amused.

[Old Ancestor: As I said, there are only twelve, not many. ]

A group of cultivators who did not grab the red envelopes: ...Fuck, lost 100 million!