Seriously, cultivate a fairy

Chapter 850

Fortunately, this Jing Fuli Temple is still a Fairy Fairy.

I saw the big man just sitting like this, and then spread his hands to signal those practitioners to stop making noise.

It can be seen that Jing Fuli Temple has a great reputation here, and everyone really stopped whispering.

"Everyone, please listen to me. The situation at that time was indeed as the little knight said."

Jing Fu Lisi pointed to Bao Zhengjing, and continued: "Brother Bao'an sacrificed himself in front of me to block the sword skills of this little knight for me in order to save me. It happened that I sensed Brother Baoan standing in front of me, so at that moment, the devilish energy transferred to Brother Baoan, turning him into a demon and taking the sword for me."

"In the end, I was the one who killed Brother Bao'an in the end, woo woo woo—"

At the end, he covered his face with his hands again, and then burst into tears.

Now that the situation is basically clear, it will not help to continue to pursue who is at fault.

In fact, it was Bao Zhengzheng who didn't want the matter to be pursued further, because it would also be traced to him later.

After all, it was their arrival that disrupted the normal operation of these demonized practitioners, causing these demons to riot, so that the black-clothed demons finally died here.

Jing Fu Lisi has no way to leave Linglong blessed land now, so she can't follow Jie Fu Lisi back to see his wife.

But the good news is that Jing Fuli Temple's current research has made great progress. The recovery time has increased from the previous one hour to one and a half hours. It is precisely because the research has gone too far and forgotten itself It was only during the "mud" time that Bao Zhengzheng and others were dealt a heavy blow by appearing in the back.

There was no other way, so Jie Fu Lisi had to take out a dozen or so picture stones and asked Jing Fu Lisi to record a few videos and go back to report to her mother that she was safe.

Now, when other practitioners saw the photo stone, they all had the same thoughts, that is, to report the safety of their relatives and friends whom they haven't seen for a long time.

However, the number of photo stones is limited, which makes many practitioners feel sorry.

Bao Zhengzheng's injury finally recovered a little under the healing techniques of Shuhu and Zhan Xiaojiao, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The special task of the system has been successfully completed, and Jie Fu Lisi has also found his father here. When the video recording over there is almost finished, he can hurry back.

"Huh? What are you doing over there? Why do I see a lot of practitioners' faces as uncomfortable as eating shit?"

Bao Zhengzheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. Suddenly he saw the practitioners over there who had no chance to obtain the image stone. After figuring out the cause of the matter, the corners of his mouth turned up crazily.

"Hey, I remember I still have a spare mobile phone in my storage bag. The internal memory is very large. It shouldn't be a problem to record dozens of videos."

Bao Zhengzheng showed a wretched smile.

When Shuhu and Zhan Xiaojiao heard this, they immediately understood what Bao Zhengzheng was going to do.

Zhan Xiaojiao nodded and said: "Well, I remember that I also had such a mobile phone when I came down to earth, so that I can help these poor practitioners record videos, so that their relatives and friends can know that they are actually still alive."

When Bao Zhengzheng saw that Zhan Xiaojiao wanted to donate "recording video" for free, he immediately quit.

'No profit can't afford early' is the kingly way!

Bao Zhengjing hurriedly said: "No, no, this time we came here, we almost lost our lives. Anyway, we have to seek some benefits for ourselves."

Zhan Xiaojiao glanced at Bao Zhengzheng, then stared blankly for a few breaths, then nodded heavily, and said: "Well, you are right, I will ask them for some Lingshi when I record a video later. , Magical Artifacts and the like, anyway, they don’t need those vulgar things now.”

Shu Hu rolled his eyes at the two of them, thinking to himself when did Zhan Xiaojiao become so unscrupulous?

It is true that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to prudence are old and unscrupulous.

So, Bao Zhengjing took Zhan Xiaojiao and Shuhu to go over there to solicit customers and discuss business.

And Housun, this fellow, is courting his future father-in-law at this time, and his appearance of being courteous and entertaining makes people look like Hai Bian.

Needless to say, Hou Sun is serving this Jing Fu Lisi very thoughtfully, which makes the old boy Jing Fu Li Si keep praising Hou Sun as a junior, at least in respect of his seniors. One point is that the other juniors are incomparable.

"Little brother, this is a fairy treasure that I accidentally harvested in Linglong blessed land when I was sober all these years, just wait and see."

"What are you yelling about, what team are you joining, do you have any quality, you, just that fairy treasure is a ball, little brother, look at my treasure, it is definitely worth the price of three videos."

"Do you understand the principle that ladies come first? Get out of the way. I have to record a video of my dead ghost and tell him that I am still alive. If he dares to marry me as the second wife, I will never end with him!"

"Please don't make trouble anymore, we don't have much time to wake up, sister, you are so pitiful, let me record a video first, the year I left home, the child was just weaned, and now there should be 100 How old are you, please let me record it."

In this way, more than 100 practitioners held their magic weapons and spiritual stones in their hands, and they looked very much like unemployed youths and contemporary college graduates who were looking for jobs in the labor market.

It can be said that Bao Zhengzheng will accept anyone who comes, as long as it is an immortal magic weapon or an unknown grade immortal treasure harvested in Linglong Blessed Land.

In this way, in the remaining half an hour, Bao Zhengjing helped the remaining more than 100 practitioners to record two or three 10-minute videos, and recorded the identity of each practitioner. When it's time to return to Baoli Xianzong, Zhan Xiaojiao's sect disciples will hand over these videos to their relatives and friends.

Now, it's time to leave this ghost place.

After all, if they don't leave, these practitioners who are grateful to them now will transform into demons with the strength of Yuanxuan and Heling, and stretch out their bloody and terrifying claws on them.

"Okay, everyone, let's leave it alone, and come to chat with you when we have a chance in the future."

Bao Zhengjing and others said goodbye to the group of practitioners who were about to fall into the bottom of the lake and were covered in mud, and they also gave them all the sound transmission symbols on their bodies, so that they could communicate with each other in the future.

After the practitioners fell to the bottom of the lake one by one, Bao Zhengjing led the crowd to go back to the ground.

Fortunately, these practitioners have lived here for hundreds of years, and have already explored several passages to return to the ground.

Therefore, after discussing with everyone, Bao Zhengjing chose a passage that was farthest from the one they escaped to leave.

Who would have thought that at the exit of the passage they chose, there would be such an egg lying there at this moment.

(End of this chapter)