Author: Love to Eat Morning Light Cow

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What is a nostril person?

Usually refers to a guy who is used to looking at people with his nose, as if the two black hole-like holes are his eyes, and he can only see half of his face at a glance.

As a disciple of Turin Dao, he had naturally reported to the Holy Land and had already registered him last night.

"Who is Wu Xuan?"

"I am."

He glanced at Wu Xuan with contempt.

"Very good, I am the true successor of Zhengyi Holy Land, Fu Jian."

"A late-stage cultivator from the Purple Mansion."

"Your daily task is to hand in five Yin beads. Remember, it is five beads for each person, twenty-five beads per day."

Zhuang Lei is good at spiritual body arts, has a straightforward temperament and does not understand the truth.

"Why do the four of us have to hand over twenty-five Yin beads?"

Fu Jian frowned and scolded.

"Who gave you permission to speak? I said this is a request, a mission from the Holy Land. Don't you have five people who don't know how to find another one?"

Obviously, this person also received benefits.

Wu Xuan grabbed Zhuang Lei and shook his head silently at him. Although he did not agree with Luo Feng's shrinking behavior, he himself did not agree with direct conflict.

If you are seen in public, if something happens in the future, it will be easy to make associations. There is really no need to fight for a verbal victory.

"Fellow Daoist Fu, where should I find you after we complete our mission?"

"there."

"Mizhen Building, I will wait for you there every day at You hour."

It was a place for people to have fun and have fun.

"I'll find out later."

"Then let's set off."

Wu Xuan and others took the small spiritual boat [Swimming Boat] provided by Zhengyi Holy Land and set off from the port. There are tens of thousands of small boats here exclusively for their use.

After they left.

Fu Jian looked proud and walked quickly towards the Xizhen Building.

He heard that a lot of new products have arrived recently, and he wanted to taste them carefully.

Not long after he entered, Luo Feng also walked in, came to Fu Jian's box, knocked on the door, and said in a respectful tone.

"Master."

"Um."

Fu Jian's elder brother was the one who severely injured Luo Feng. He was extremely talented and had been promoted to true successor many years later, which also benefited the Fu family a lot.

After that time, Luo Feng was obviously bribed by them.

This is also related to his experience in the Turin Cult. Before he became a Taoist disciple, he was ostracized and targeted in a very humiliating way because of his spiritual roots.

But after becoming a Taoist disciple, the sect also gave him the rights he deserved.

But betrayed secretly.

People's hearts are unpredictable...

"This Daozi is not a submissive person. He has a tough personality and has the pride of being a genius."

Fu Jian was noncommittal and sneered.

"How many of the geniuses from the small sect have real pride? Aren't your bones, Luo Feng, very hard back then? My brother didn't break your spine."

Luo Feng lowered his head and remained silent.

Fu Jian smiled even more proudly.

"It's just Daozi Turin, I have plenty of ways to rectify his arrogance, just wait and see."

"Master is mighty!"

Fu Jian looked at Luo Feng's flattering expression, felt disgusted for some reason, and slapped him hard.

"Don't show me such a disgusting expression, get out."

"Yes! Master."

This guy is just a bitch.

His eyes turned.

The Wu Xuan team traveling in a swimming boat felt as if they were out at sea. The Tongtian River stretched as far as the eye could see, not far from the sea. Without the vitality and waves of the water, it seemed more calm and dead.

Yesterday, Luo Feng took the initiative to tell his story, which made him feel as if he was being guided to do something.

We were once both Taoists, so it's impossible not to know his pride.

He also said that, which meant that he was deliberately irritating him. Wu Xuan was puzzled. What was the purpose?

The four of them sat in the boat and looked at each other in silence.

Zhuang Lei asked Wu Xuan.

"Daozi, why did you stop me from getting to the bottom of it just now?"

"Even if this matter is reported to the Taoist Alliance, it will be our fault if it goes to the Holy Land."

"No need."

Zhang Daoling explained for Wu Xuan.

"Zhuang Lei, you must know that none of the nine sects in the three states dare to resist the forces of the Holy Land."

"We have to keep a low profile to survive here."

"That's too frustrating."

Zhuang Lei's face turned red from holding back, and he couldn't get over his tone.

Wu Xuan looked at the two of them and said meaningfully.

"A gentleman is good at planning. He should hide his weapon and kill him with one blow."

"What's the use of a verbal argument?"

When Wen Yanqing heard this, her moist eyes widened.

"Daozi, you...you want to kill that Fu Jian? Just because of a little verbal conflict?"

"No, no, no, who said I wanted to kill him..."

"I can't beat the monks from Zifu~"

Several people breathed a sigh of relief. Only Zhang Daoling looked at him with shining eyes. His intuition told him that Wu Xuan would do great things in Tianhe Zhou City sooner or later.

that's the truth.

Wu Xuan still doesn't know what Fu Jian's strength is, so he won't act rashly.

But serving prestige has always been his code of conduct.

Today I participated in the ghost killing mission in Tongtianhe for the first time. I first got used to the environment and then decided what to do.

A team of four people drove a swimming boat and had just left the Baili waters.

The alarming sound of a zombie suddenly sounded in his ears.

"coming!"

Wu Xuan suddenly stood up.

"Get ready, those things are coming."

The water surface was stirred up by several waves, and after three breaths, black-clawed ghouls with hunched, skinny, rotting bodies and sparse long hair rooted in rotting scalps jumped out of the water.

When he opened his mouth, masses of rancid green mist spurted out.

The strength is very weak.

About the same as a fourth-level Qi Refining monk, but not as good as a first-level monster in the Yunwu Mountains.

But there are too many of them.

In the waters of the Tongtian River, this kind of corpse ghost has the largest number. During the ghost tide, it will be strengthened by the Yin tide, and its strength will reach the peak of the first level.

The disciples of the Nine Sects in the Three Prefectures are mainly to eliminate this kind of stuff and relieve the pressure on Zhou City during the ghost tide.

Wu Xuan pointed his sword together, and with a slight stroke, countless sword lights flashed through, and dozens of attacking corpses all turned into pieces of flesh and floated on the water.
To be continued...