"Those two boys really don't stop, why don't you take care of them?"
"What the hell, they didn't bleed you!"
"That's right, you used to accept gifts from Wuchao a lot, but now you can't be so shy as to bully the big ones!"
"Everyone, please remember that Venerable Hongku was forced to expel them from his school, but he did not expel them on his own initiative!"
"I heard the news that Wu Jin stole a spiritual fruit from Venerable Lei, and Venerable Lei never punished him!"
"It seems that they are indeed connected!"
"It's just due to the situation!"
"If there were no Venerable Yinghua, they would probably still be under the Hongku sect!"
"Where's the scapegoat?"
"Hongku has become a Venerable. How can there be any scapegoat? How can someone in our Holy Land target the Venerable?"
Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou were very embarrassed when they targeted Hongku, but when they beat monks who were at the same level or even lower than themselves, they felt like beating up children.
There is what Wuchao needs, and there is also what Zhang Xuezhou needs.
Hongku took the bag and asked Zhang Xuezhou to collect the items used by the venerables. Zhang Xuezhou did not do a good job in this matter and had to flee Danxia Palace in panic after eating a piece of fruit.
"So troublesome?"
And not only did they take advantage of Hong Ku, but they also exploited many apprentices in the Yiji River Holy Land.
If it were not possible for these apprentices to write letters to the tribe to request training materials, Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou would probably have obtained more.
…
The pair of junior brothers also began to show their fangs.
The fruit of Lord Lei had an uncontrollable impact on Zhang Xuezhou.
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou constantly stuffing materials related to "Yunzhongshu" into his pocket, Wu Chao couldn't help but feel a little envious.
Hearing Wu Chao mention the value of the bag, Zhang Xuezhou had an idea of leaving the Yiji River Holy Land as soon as possible.
"The requirements are so high?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully: "Do you have many great practitioners above the magical power level of your royal family?"
He stretched out his arms, and on his arms, the black and white lines that used to hide his wings continued to become more refined, solidifying on his arms like tattoos.
Zhang Xuezhou originally wanted to rest in the Holy Land of Yiji River for a while and wait for the supplies sent by the royal family of the evil country, but now he can't sit still.
In the flashy palace, Hong Ku pinched his fingers with both hands and immediately looked at Jinchang, who had transformed into Lord Wenhuang.
Wuchao wanted to follow Jinchang, but Jinchang had not seen anyone in the past few days. Wuchao thought about the trouble it might involve, so he had to give up immediately.
"What I'm saying is that in the past, no one wanted to be a venerable person, but now there is still a vacancy for the venerable position!"
“I’m so envious of your pocket!”
Zhang Xuezhou is afraid of trouble, and Wu Chao is also afraid of trouble that is difficult to deal with.
Zhang Xuezhou was speechless when he heard this.
It can be said that Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou are the most unpopular people in the Yizhe River Holy Land at the moment.
Wu Chao's attack was extremely comprehensive. Regardless of whether they knew each other or did not know them, as long as they were apprentices belonging to the Yiji River Holy Land, Wu Chao would visit them one by one with Zhang Xuezhou.
Wu Chao's Snake Head Curse, and Zhang Xuezhou's "Yunzhong Technique" with rapid flying strikes.
When all the mages came to a brief discussion, all the apprentices couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
He still doesn't know what happened next, but Hongku didn't take the bag back either.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that he must be stupid if he didn't run away even after receiving huge benefits.
"Senior brother, can't you get the bag?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously.
"Not many," Wuchao shook his head and said, "It's mainly because there are too few treasures like Nabao."
"Today's masters of making bags are mainly concentrated in Nanfangbuzhou, which is now the court of the Han Dynasty." Wuchao said: "Only the imperial court has the ability to make bags. Their rules are very strict. Outsiders ask the court for materials."
It’s almost impossible to help make bags.”
Zhang Xuezhou's topic was very exciting. Just now he was talking about collecting bags, but after a short period of time, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't wait to leave the Holy Land of Yiji River.
From a distance, more than a dozen apprentices with bruises and swollen faces looked at the mages.
"Why do you want to leave all of a sudden?"
Accompanying various top cultivators all year round, and even participating in their confrontations, the two's eyesight and fighting awareness have long been much beyond ordinary people.
"Senior brother, why don't we go down the mountain for a walk first? If we encounter a convoy from the royal family coming to deliver resources on the road, wouldn't it mean we have to wait less time?" Zhang Xuezhou said.
This is a good phenomenon. The upward concentration of demonic power will allow him to spread his wings faster and allow him to fly farther.
The two of them cleaned up and then called several more slaves.
In the dining center of the Yijihe Holy Land, Master Hongyi and others were discussing from time to time, and from time to time, another Master would chat with them in a low voice.
Regardless of whether they offend Wuchao or not, they still had to pay their share to send the former No. 1 apprentice of the Holy Land down the mountain.
But if Zhang Xuezhou was asked to find a treasure-making master, Zhang Xuezhou would turn a blind eye.
Wuchao thought for a few seconds before reacting.
Not only did Wuchao feel relaxed, Zhang Xuezhou also found that his level had improved unknowingly.
Zhang Xuezhou could still suppress the influence of the demonic power on his body in this world, but in reality, he began to have a strong desire to jump off the building again.
But even so, there were more than 80 different materials in the tent where the two people temporarily lived.
"The opportunity has come!"
When he looked at the bag in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh at Hong Ku's handiwork.
“Is the bag difficult to make?”
He could even feel the increasing demonic power within his body.
Wuchao was obviously still far away from the realm of supernatural powers, so Zhang Xuezhou could only come up with some bad ideas.
From time to time there was a chirping static sound in the sleeves, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that the pair of demon wings were growing continuously.
After everything was packed, the two carriages slowly left the holy land amidst the sound of horse whips.
"I haven't reached that level yet," Wuchao said helplessly, "If I can step into the magical realm, the royal family will prepare one for me!"
But this is also a bad phenomenon. The demonic power invades the human body and even affects the thinking. If the demonic power exceeds the human body's cultivation, there may be backlash, causing people to lose their normal sanity and turn into demons.
One uses conjuration to restrain the apprentices, while the other relies on his physical superiority to bully the conjurer.
"I don't want to be caught working as a young man anymore," Zhang Xuezhou said in a low voice.
"No one will target Venerable Hongku, so there is no need for a death curse!"
"It's hard to say, but it's hard to say not," Wuchao said, scratching his head: "The main reason is that the level of treasure-making technology here is limited. Not only is it difficult to make a bag, even if the bag is made with high quality, it is limited!"
"Then let's get some materials and find a treasure-making master and ask them to help make one!"
"It's better to leave early so that we don't get involved!"
This is a relaxing and enjoyable journey.
"Which venerable person is out?" Jinchang asked.
"I don't know, but there will definitely be a venerable person who will follow Wu Chao and Wu Jin. You can choose the opportunity to take action!"
"I see!"
Jinchang stood up from sitting cross-legged, straightened his head forcibly, then held up the Wenhuang umbrella and twisted out of Fuhua Palace.