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Chapter 545 The fear of the paper fan, Wang Xuanping's plan

 Zhu Yongfu looked sad.

He returned to Tianji Pavilion and told what he saw and heard.

"What did you say?"

Mr. Paper Fan immediately slipped from the throne of the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion and fell to the ground, with a solemn look on his face, "In the Piaomiao Sect, there is a young disciple with a shiny head?"

"Absolutely true!"

Zhu Yongfu didn't dare to lie, "And what's even more frightening is that this man has a shining head, but he doesn't even have a hair on his head. What a senior prophet he is!"

"Are you sure he doesn't have a hair on his head?"

"My subordinate is right, there is indeed not a single one."

"hiss!"

Mr. Paper Fan was afraid, but he didn't give up. He grabbed Zhu Yongfu's collar and said, "Let's go, take me to have a look."

He wanted to know whether the bald boy Zhu Yongfu mentioned was from the prophet clan.

If so, that would be extraordinary.

In the prophet clan, the less hair, the higher the status.

This is probably because when you use evil spirits to make deductions, your hair will fall out. Less hair means you have made a lot of deductions.

And the more you deduce, the stronger your ability in this area will be.

Therefore, there is a saying that the brighter the head, the stronger it will be.

In short, it is three words:

Bald Strong!



A mountain range.

Li Qiankun made a hand seal, and the evil energy on his body began to flow, turning into a round mirror in mid-air, reflecting a valley dozens of miles away.

There, a thousand-year-old elixir grows quietly.

"Wow!"

"It turns out to be a thousand-year-old elixir!"

Wang Ping'an and others' faces were full of joy.

Brother Flathead followed around and found that he couldn't fight recently. He felt bored and quickly pushed Qiao Jiaxi with his little paw.

"A fight?"

"No, no, no!"

Qiao Jiaxi was so frightened that her face turned purple.

He knows his own strength, and if he really wants to fight, there is no way he can be the opponent of Brother Flathead.

After all, there is a big difference between the two sides!

Seeing that Qiao Jiaxi didn't dare to fight him, the flat-headed brother became even more bored. He sat down on the ground and let his left and right hands hit each other.

"The highest state of boredom, left and right hands fighting each other!"

Long Tianxing expressed surprise.

But they ignored Brother Pingtou and rushed towards the thousand-year-old elixir dozens of miles away.

On the road, two people were lurking.

"Pavilion Master, do you see clearly?"

Zhu Yongfu was lying in the bushes, pointing at Li Qiankun who was flying diagonally above.

"Seeing it clearly, it's so blinding!"

The paper fan boy shivered.

Although Li Qiankun was only at the first level of the Juyuan Realm and was not very strong, his shiny bald head didn't even have a hair on it.

More importantly, the hair roots are gone!

The whole head looks shiny.

Under the sunlight, Li Qiankun's head is like a moon, reflecting a bright light that can blind people's eyes.

"It's so terrifying!"

Seeing Li Qiankun leaving, Mr. Paper Fan couldn't help but swallow, took off his hair cap, and touched his bald head, the fear on his face became more intense.

"Pavilion Master, why are you trembling?"

"Nonsense, the opponent's deduction skills are absolutely terrifying. Can I, the Pavilion Master, not be afraid?"

"real?"

"good!"

Mr. Paper Fan immediately told the theory of "bald man", which made Zhu Yongfu change his face.

He took out a mirror and looked at the top of his head with sparse hair. He felt that his deduction skills were pretty good, but there was still hair on the top of his head.

Most importantly, the hair roots are still there!

As long as you don't exercise for a long time, your hair can still grow.

Although, it will be much sparser than before.

Even the Paper Fan Master still has many hair roots on his head, which can regrow a head of black hair.

But, Li Qiankun is different!

There was no hair root on the top of his head.

what does that mean?

This person's deduction skills have long been superb, and he is a strong man with terrifying power!

"Pavilion Master, why don't you... withdraw first?"

"Withdraw, withdraw now!"

Mr. Paper Fan was frightened to the point of fighting, "From today onwards, as the reinforcements have not arrived, our Tianji Pavilion will suspend all external activities and just stabilize itself."

"yes."

Zhu Yongfu nodded heavily.

Soon, the two returned to Tianji Pavilion.

They didn't know that the so-called strong men in their eyes were actually just beginners in the art of deduction.



Piaomiao Sect.

Wang Xuanping was very depressed.

She tried for so many days, but still couldn't remember the content of the "Root Bone Potential" technique.

"Fuck you uncle, I won't practice anymore!"

Wang Xuanping laughed loudly and punched his couch through.

Since every disciple's room has a soundproof formation, she is not afraid of her laughter spreading out.

Half an hour later.

Wang Xuanping suppressed the anger in his heart and walked out of the room calmly, thinking of something very important.

"By the way, my purpose of lurking in the Piaomiao Sect is to explore the relationship between Emperor Beihe and the Piaomiao Sect, and to see if I can find out the loopholes in "Seven Steps to the Sky"..."

She looked around.

"There are very few elders in Piaomiao Sect. I can't ask them directly, otherwise it will arouse suspicion."

"There are dozens of deacons. Among them, Chu Yun'er is the chief deacon. Her cultivation level is not high, but she is the core figure of the sect. I can start with her."

Thinking of this, Wang Xuanping started his own plan.

Feilai Peak.

Chu Yun'er was busy with many trivial matters of the sect, her pretty face was full of anxiety.

"Hello, chief deacon, I am the second generation disciple Wang Xuanping. I wonder if there is anything in the Elder Hall that requires help from the disciples?"

Hearing the sound, Chu Yun'er raised her head, looked at the handsome young disciple, her eyes flashed, and handed over a document.

"There are more than a hundred tasks on the document. If you are free, do it first."

More than a hundred missions?

Wang Xuanping was dumbfounded.

She came over to ask if she had anything to do. In fact, she was just saying polite words. Her real purpose was to take the opportunity to get close to Chu Yun'er.

But who would have thought that the other party would actually give her more than a hundred tasks!

Cruel, too cruel!

Wang Xuanping was so angry that his teeth were trembling, but he pretended that nothing happened and left the elder's hall with the document in his arms.

After she left, Chu Yun'er took out the summons.

"Master, according to your request, I have assigned Wang Xuanping a lot of tasks. I wonder if he can complete them."

"It's okay, let him do it."

Ye Feng closed the summons, lay leisurely on the bluestone, separated out five strands of wind energy, and continued to water the stone spirit under his seat.

"Master, I feel like I'm about to transform!"

Shi Ling made an excited voice.

Ye Feng said in surprise: "Little Shitou, are you sure?"

"Um!"

Shi Ling is very confident.

Hearing this, Ye Feng counted his fingers, shook his head, stretched out his hand, and transformed an illusory figure above his palm, and asked:

"Is this what you mean?"

"Yes!" Shi Ling said.

The next moment, the bluestone trembled slightly, and spiritual energy flowed out from the surface, condensing into an illusory figure in mid-air, and was about to be completely formed.

But when the strong wind blew, the figure disappeared.

"Ah, failed again!"

Shi Ling felt a little sorry.

Ye Feng touched the surface of the bluestone and said: "This is called the art of transformation, but it is still far away from transformation!"

"Is this so?" Shi Ling was confused. He didn't understand many things and needed someone to teach him.

"If you want to transform, you have to continue to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and the aura of heaven and earth. The days are still very long!"

Ye Feng lies on the bluestone.

He waved his hand casually, and a picture appeared in the sky, showing Wang Xuanping holding a document with a depressed look on his face.

"Wang Xuanping..."

"It's still more than half a month before the Holy God form cools down. I want to see what you plan to do next."

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth gradually raised.

The threats from the Dryad Clan, the Horned Velvet Clan, and the Demon Temple are not coming for the time being. In the future, he can have a good look at Wang Xuanping's background and see what the other party's purpose is.

Then, follow the clues!

? ?Third update! Thanks to "Zzzz" for the 200 book coin reward, and thanks to "Xiao Qi" for the 100+100 book coin reward. Today, I am in a state of mind. I was originally going to ask for leave, but then I thought about it, hundreds of readers are too.

Readers, grit your teeth and quickly wrote three chapters tonight. The road is still long, I will continue to work hard, good night!

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