Southern Territory, Half Moon Bay.

All kinds of people roam this sinful land.

There are one-eyed wanderers with swords on their backs, hunters who make a living by hunting spiritual beasts, and pickpockets with sly eyebrows and rat eyes...

Someone set up a stall on the spot, and on the stall were fresh spiritual weapons and spiritual body organs that had just been obtained after killing someone.

Some people sell boys and girls in cages in public.

Some people gathered in groups and were parading in the street, handing out flyers one after another to the people around them...

“Let’s learn about the secret method of Jinmen. The price is fair and you won’t be deceived.”

"Absolutely serious invisibility technique, comparable to the invisibility technique of Saint Shou Ye. If you are passing by, try to understand it. It is an exclusive secret method. There is no other."

"Conquer Tianji and naturalize all laws... Brothers, are you interested in joining our Tianji Divine Sect?"

"Shocking! The Holy Slave Shouye blasted the Holy Emperor Rao in the Four Symbols Secret Realm in the Central Region. He only needs one spiritual crystal. Xu Rao loves and hates and you listen..."

Thanks to the nature of the rules, the Half-Saints of Half Moon Bay cannot intervene.

Therefore, many wanted criminals gathered here, a mixture of good and bad, many evil and few good.

Ba Zunxun was led away on the arm of the storyteller, and he continued to endure the endless chatter in his ears:

"Brother, brother, are you really okay? Even if Ye Xiaotian is made a saint, he is still only a semi-saint in mysteries. How can he defeat the Holy Emperor?"

"Brother, brother, why did you send Xuan Wuji there? It would be great if he stayed by your side to protect you. It just so happens that his body is not very strong, so he can enter Half Moon Bay."

"Brother, brother, your two sisters have said they miss you. This time they want you to go to the Huacao Pavilion and meet Zang Ren."

"Brother, brother, the master of Palace Baizhou is not so easy to invite, right?"

"Brother, brother..."

"Okay." Ba Zunzhen casually grabbed a leaflet with the words "It only takes three months from beginner to proficient in Tianji Shu, teaching and mastering is guaranteed". He only glanced at it and stuffed it into the storyteller's mouth.

Li said helplessly:

"If you can't fight head-on, you can always run. Otherwise, let that pass... What did Ye Xiaotian do there?"

"Void Island underestimated Xu Xiaoshou's potential. No matter what you say this time, this must be included."

"Bah, I still feel that Xu Xiaoshou is so pitiful..." The storyteller vomited out the flyer and took a mouthful. I don't know how many people had passed this flyer and how dirty it was.

"He has surfaced. If he doesn't grow up quickly, he will be reincarnated three times in a month, one cycle in ten days." The eight statues looked calm.

"This sister..." The man who was passing by handing out flyers, dressed as a magician, with droopy eyelids and looking very tired, stopped.

"Thank you, I won't sign." The storyteller didn't even look back.

"Uh." Tianji Warlock pointed at the flyer on the opponent's hand that was stained with saliva, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't ask for it back.

His eyes paused on the red high-cut dress for a while, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, "Brother, are you the storyteller Ning Honghong?"

He turned to look at the guy in the red dress holding his arm. He lowered his head and counted eight fingers. He immediately gave a thumbs up and said with emotion:

"Brother, you are all high-end imitations that cost a lot of money!"

"roll."

"Sign your name, your signature will definitely be valuable."

"Aren't you preaching?"

"Earn some extra money... How about you join the Tianji Divine Sect and I will only charge you two signatures and not charge any extra fees?" Tianji Warlock raised his eyebrows.

During today's mission, he sent leaflets to a total of thirty-two storytellers, leaving aside those who turned a blind eye.

On the contrary, the Eight Masters are familiar with each other, and they have only met thirteen of them, and only two of them have eight fingers.

This is the first time I have seen the Ba Shuo combination. It is very rare.

The storyteller frowned, no longer wanting to speak, and pulled out an ancient book with his fingertips.

"Wow!" Tianji Warlock's eyes lit up, "There are Yin and Yang books of life and death, and there are also space fluctuations... Can you give me your autograph and I can buy it?"

"Begging for a beating!" Before the storyteller could move, Ba Zunzhen stopped him in time, looked at Tian Ji Warlock and said:

"Throughout the Southern Territory, your Tianji Divine Sect has developed very quickly. There are people everywhere, and they have even penetrated into Half Moon Bay. Who is your boss?"

The missionary Tianji Warlock stared at the Eight Masters calmly, as if waiting for something.

His lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Ba Zunzun casually threw over a few spiritual crystals.

"Bang..."

The spiritual crystal fell to the ground, and Tianji Warlock did not pick it up, but his eyes were filled with more anticipation.

The corner of Bazunzhen's mouth twitched and he sighed: "Give me some face, I am Bazunzhen."

"Hey!" Tianji Warlock's eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and he was obviously completely happy, "I must give you the face of Ba Zunzhen!"

He wanted to pull the high imitation eight statues over to him, but the high imitation storyteller glared at him and stopped in time.

Quite principled... After muttering, he chuckled and said:

"What's 'infiltration'? It's too ugly to say."

"Our Tianji Divine Sect has inherited a history of thousands of years. Half of the Tianji Warlocks in the Southern Territory are our people, okay?"

"Ha." The storyteller sneered after hearing this, "Half of the Southern Territory? Do you mean that all the evil sects and secret arts of various sects came from your religion?"

"That's right!" Tianji Warlock said with incomparable air.

"Who is your boss?" Bazun asked wisely.

The Tianji Warlock suddenly stopped talking, his lips were half pursed, his cheeks puffed up into a subtle smile, he lowered his head and raised his eyes, looking at him quietly, his expression filled with expectation.

ill.

The corner of Ba Zunzhen's mouth twitched, and he turned around and left.

"Hey, don't, stay here!"

"Just say something, just say something, and I will give you an answer. There is no charge, and there is no need to join our Tianji Divine Sect..."

The Tianji Warlock looked at the two people's leaving figures with resentment in his eyes.

The commotion here quickly attracted passers-by nearby. They all looked sideways and looked back, comparing their memories and remembering something.

"Damn it, Storyteller is still a high imitation."

"Sun! Bazunzun! The one who is downcast has a unique flavor. I really want to have sex... just like him!"

"..."

The tired Tianji Warlock who was preaching was still unwilling to give in, and shouted at the backs of the two people:

"Don't say that, you can say something else, I'm very generous, just let it go."

The Eight Masters walked away calmly without stopping.

"Hush!" A bearded man on the street whistled at the storyteller and raised his eyebrows.

The storyteller looked unhappy.

The Eight Masters remained unmoved.

"Come on, Brother Bazun, that's the one..."

"The sky is one foot high and the Eight Masters are familiar with it... Come on, come on, come on, I want to hear the next sentence!"

The storyteller already wants to kill someone.

Bazun Zun was still calm, but he didn't speak anymore, smiling all the way as he turned the corner of the street.

"Tsk, boring."

"It's not fun at all. What's the point of this?"

"Ah, I feel so unhappy. I feel so bad all over. Will I die if I say this to you? My uncle, I really want to kill them..."

"It's too empty."

"day!"

The Tianji warlock on the roadside couldn't help but smile when he saw the group of people gathered around the Eight Talks group but nothing happened, and finally broke up unhappy.

This is what the Southern Territory looks like.

It is said that everyone is involved in a murder case and dares to draw a knife if they disagree with each other. In fact, everyone cherishes his life more than others - otherwise, why would he seek refuge in Half Moon Bay?

If things really need to be solved with words, these people won't even want to take action even if they lose half their lives.

Of course, if the level difference is too big, that is another matter.

"Nangong Youshu!"

The missionary team obviously found that there were fewer people, and a shout came from a distance.

"coming……"
To be continued...