Chapter 278: Sword Comes (please give me a monthly vote)

Uncle Zhang is old, so he is not on the same channel as young people, but what he says makes sense.

Jiang Yun flipped through his cell phone and tried to pick some boring questions.

"Uncle Master, someone asked you if you could return to the sect of Li Chungang's Wanjian. If you are willing to perform, he can brush ten treasure maps."

The fans who watched the live broadcast room were not too serious and immediately started to follow the trend.

"Master Zhang, perform for a while, I will brush a Tiger Teeth No. 1."

"I'm short of money in my pocket, but if I can see Wan Jian Return to the Sect with my own eyes, I'm willing to brush ten banknote guns to express my feelings."

"No, no, no, there will be no Wanjians who really return to the sect, right?"

"The Taoist priest is not a person who is jealous of money. I will pay forty tiger grains one!"

Uncle Zhang looked at the water friend who was about to give gifts in the live broadcast room. He burped, got up from the chair, and then bent down to pick up a branch on the ground.

"I am a honest person. Since all lay Buddhists want to spend money to see Wan Jian return to the sect, these small requirements are not too much, not too much."

"I am also chasing the sword in the snow. In the play, Li Chungang's Wanjian Return to the Sect is indeed worthy!"

He waved the branches in his hand and shouted loudly: "Boy, come the sword!"

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Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In front of the Taoist temple, the cool breeze blew.

Uncle Zhang is still Uncle Zhang, and that branch is still the same branch, without any change.

"Boy, come the sword!"

Uncle Master shouted again, and Jiang Yun realized that he was calling himself.

"Uncle Master, my master has never taught me that Wan Jian Returns to the Sect!"

"Pediatric, swordsmanship is the great way, and there are many versions of Wanjian Guizong. Why do you have to learn from Li Chungang's Wanjian Guizong? That's just a TV series!"

"We must believe in science and use our own swords to return to the sect. Uncle Master's swordsmanship is not good, so we can only hope for you!" Uncle Zhang said seriously.

Jiang Yun had a dark face and a very reluctant expression.

"Uncle Master, you can't force me to use my unstudied sword moves to make money. Wouldn't that be a rush to put it on the shelves?"

"Oh, it's not too cold to make money. I just calculated my fingers. Today, your sword cultivation will definitely improve. It's no problem to return to the sect of Ququ Wan Jian."

Jiang Yun had no choice but to pull out the Sanqing sword at his waist and then swung out a white sword energy.

In the night.

One sword energy turned into two sword energy, two sword energy turned into three sword energy, and then it turned into ten thousand sword energy.

Boom boom boom!!!

The bamboo forest in the backyard of the Taoist temple was directly bombarded by tens of thousands of sword energy.

The visual effect was very explosive, but after flying over and checking the results, many water lovers were speechless.

Tens of thousands of sword energy were not cut off even a single bamboo, but a lot of bamboo leaves were scraped off, and the entire bamboo forest suffered a little bit of skin and flesh.

"I thought the Taoist priest used his ultimate move, but he didn't expect it to be a tiger's head and a snake's tail [covering his face]"

"This...is this really considered the return of the Wanjianzong?"

"It's over, the dream of returning to the sect in my heart to the ten thousand swords was shattered all over the ground."

"Friends, can I shout a little bit and refund the money!"

"I won't give you any rewards, I won't give you any rewards. The water in this Wanjian Returning Sect is too great!"

Jiang Yun looked at the barrage of the water friends in his live broadcast room and said lightly: "Dear laymen, we must believe in science and the conservation of quality!"

"I will split a sword energy into tens of thousands of sword energy. The sword energy naturally has no lethality. Everyone should understand it!"

Uncle Zhang didn't say anything next to him. He silently shared the photos he had captured in a group of Daomen's love for each other.

[Tianyuan Taoist Temple Zhang Shengtan]: "Dear fellow Taoists, have you ever seen Wanjian Return to the Sect?"

A photo is included.

Then, the QQ group that this big guy gathered was directly exploded.

The group leader, Master Zhang Benchu, was the master of Sanfeng Sect, who had been watching the screen online all year round, and he stood up immediately.

"Damn it, Fellow Daoist Jiang really made Wan Jian Guizong. My fellow Taoist in Wudang Mountain is so awesome!"

[Wudang Sect Mo Yuan]: "Wait, the Three Pure Swords, and the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, this is not scientific!"

【Master Miaoyu of Emei School】: "@【Jiang Yun, Tianyuan Taoist Temple】, Xiaoyou Jiang, when you have time, come to our Emei School to play. Many of my female disciples admire you very much."

[Hunyuan School Lei Mo'an]: "It's outrageous, it's outrageous anyway."

[Zhou Cen, the head of the Bagua Sect]: "Ah, as we all know, Tianyuan has a monster, everyone is calm."

[Zhuangquan Guo Ming]: "Hello, Taoist priests, I'll say, my elder brother is awesome."

...

Jiang Yun didn't know that he had become the center of the topic in a group of people in Taoist love each other.

Because Master Zhang Shengtan is Jiang Yun’s uncle, he is naturally sought after by many fellow Taoists and has been flattered a lot.

He also received many invitations for Jiang Yun to travel around and go to many Taoist temples to exchange and discuss.

The doubts of the fans in the live broadcast room are, but everyone can still distinguish the difference between reality and TV series.

Many people still keep their promises and give a lot of gifts, but more people who break their promises and get free.

Uncle Zhang looked at Jiang Yun with relief, nodded and said, "Boy, the times are developing. It is much easier for a sword cultivator like you to make money."

"You are better than Li Chungang. If he wants to make money, he will call out a sword in the play and attract tens of thousands of flying swords. If those swords are sold as scrap iron, how much money can they be sold?"

Jiang Yun's mouth twitched for a moment, and he was powerless to refute.

Uncle Master’s idea of ​​making money is simply a genius!

A sword immortal who can return to the sect of Ten Thousand Swords to use this trick to sell scrap iron. It is estimated that in his eyes, Wang Xianzhi, who guards the Tianmen, wants to make money, would probably have to buy seafood.

The fans in the live broadcast room were also so angry that they were too angry.

"I can be sure now that Old Taoist Zhang will definitely not return to the sect of the Ten Thousand Swords."

"Why is this a bit like a farmer's feeling when he looks at the emperor, using a golden hoe to hoe the ground, and every meal is filled with pancakes and green onions?"

"Why should the flying sword be sold as scrap iron, but not as the flying sword?"

"That's right, how much does a pound of scrap iron cost? How much does a flying sword cost!"

The live broadcast at night was broadcasted in a farce that the uncle of Master encouraged Jiang Yun to use the Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Sect.

Jiang Yun put away the drone. When he saw his uncle cleaning up the dishes, he reminded him: "Uncle Master, you are so old, so you should watch less TV series and novels."

"I have been practicing for so many years, can't I still enjoy it?"

"When I get older, I have to keep up with the development of the times. Not to mention watching TV series and novels, I have been thinking about stock trading recently." Uncle Zhang said for granted.

When Jiang Yun heard this, his legs became weak.

The stock market is risky, so you need to be cautious when trading stocks. It is normal for uncle Master to be on the mountain. Why is he letting himself go more and more after going down the mountain?

The deposits from Tianyuan Taoist Temple will be handed over to Hou Er in the future, but they cannot be handed over to him. What if they are cheated?

Wangtian, Master, I was wrong, so I shouldn’t have changed my phone to Uncle Master!

That night.

Jiang Yun hugged Xiaobai and went to bed early at eleven o'clock in the evening.

Before going to bed, he checked his reputation value, which was 467,000.

System, four intermediate lottery draws were conducted.
Chapter completed!