The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Hearing Murong Chuan's disgusting request, everyone's faces darkened for an instant, and the image of the cold-faced man holding the disgusting thing and wrapping it in colored mud appeared in his mind...

Everyone subconsciously shook their heads, but the cold-faced man raised his head indifferently and said, "If you are not confident, I can help you.

But there is a charge for this service, there are ten thousand amethysts one inch long and ten thousand amethysts one centimeter thick, and the price is clearly marked. "

Although the cold-faced man looked as cold as ever, it was the first time he took the initiative to talk nonsense. Not only the Shui family was surprised, but the Zi family also found it very funny.

It seems that there is a magical power in Murong Chuan, as long as the mind is still clear, people like to step on him to show their position.

"Fuck, it's so expensive, how long can it last?"

The cold-faced man was obviously talking nonsense, but Murong Chuan took it seriously, frowning and thinking.

"As long as the supply of spiritual energy can be guaranteed, 200 years will not be a problem."

The cold-faced man explained coldly, pinched the formula in his hand, and the color of the colored clay kept changing, getting closer and closer to the skin, and the texture was also changing rapidly.

"Yeah, yes, with this supernatural power at your side, even if you fail to cultivate to the Dao, you can still ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing.

Just find the entrance of a brothel, put up a sign and you will be able to make a lot of money. "

Murong Chuan's thoughtless words almost made the cold-faced man bleed out, and the seal in his hand trembled and almost lost its shape.

Everyone coughed violently, wanting to laugh but dared not let go of the laugh, so they had to hold back low-pitched convulsions, as if suffering from epilepsy.

"What are you laughing at? Men always think their penises are small. This is the best way to get rich."

Murong Chuan didn't get angry, Shui Jianji waved a water polo, and directly sealed his restless mouth.

"Since he is willing, let him make it bolder and bigger!"

Shui Jianji ordered coldly, turned around and walked towards a giant tree hole,
Everyone looked at each other for a moment, the cold-faced man really wanted to make a move, Liu Ying was annoyed but too embarrassed to stop, Shang Yuyao exclaimed:
"Stop it, it's big enough, it can't be any bigger..."

Everyone turned their heads together to reveal strange expressions, Shang Yuyao's pretty face flushed with embarrassment in an instant, and she rushed into the tree hole with her head bowed.

"Young master, it's getting late, let him leave quickly."

Liu Ying comforted him warmly, and the cold-faced man stopped messing around, and turned around to help Murong Chuan find suitable clothes.

Murong Chuan opened his mouth and yelled, but his voice seemed to be muffled underwater, and he couldn't hear a whole sentence at all.

"Forget it, the farce is over, let's go too."

After finishing speaking, Zi Luoyan led the man in black and led his subordinates into the tree hole.

In just a few moments, Murong Chuan was left alone in the entire area, and he also became a little fat man.

With a fat face, an ordinary face, an ordinary figure, and an ordinary height, no one pays attention to it in the crowd.

After finally swallowing the water in his mouth, Murong Chuan murmured while putting on his clothes: "Really, it doesn't hurt to be bigger."

With a simple move by Murong Chuan, the tree hole disappeared without a trace and turned into a folding fan. His figure also gradually dissipated and merged into the air.

Jin Yi Ye Xing Jue is becoming more and more proficient, and Murong Chuan is so proficient in using it, he is like a fire master.

After he disappeared, he quickly rushed to the Feng family camp.

His plan is very clear. Before entering the core palace, the power of the Holy Cult of Blood Hell must be weakened as much as possible, and it is best to keep them out of the door.

No one likes that when fighting for treasures, one party is familiar with the situation of the palace and knows where there are a lot of magic weapons.

If you are not familiar with information, the best way is to capture those people and force them to lead the way to find treasure.

But when those people are too powerful, the best way is to weaken them or keep them out of the door.

Only a relatively fair environment can guarantee one's own best interests.

Murong Chuan quietly sneaked into the camp, the Feng Family and the Blood Prison Sacred Church were making final preparations, and all the monks were also ready to set off.

"Is your man back?"

Fengyue asked with interest, and the black-robed priest said coldly: "No news, I'm missing."

"Missing? Are you sure?"

Fengyue frowned suspiciously, and the black-robed priest said in a deep voice: "All members of the Holy Cult have souls left behind.

The cultist who was sent out had a very strong soul burning, but he couldn't contact him, and he couldn't lock his position. "

"Interestingly, blocking the detection of the soul requires a very superb method or a very powerful magic weapon.

The basis of cooperation is trust. Have you concealed some information? "

Fengyue's eyes were cold and sharp, and the black-robed priest seemed to have not seen it, and said coldly: "We have shared all the information.

As for the information in the palace, we will provide it after entering the palace, which is part of the cooperation agreement. "

"But Murong Chuan's behavior is too weird. Are you sure you didn't ignore any information about him?"

Fengyue is relentless, although her tone is slightly tactful, she still pursues her closely.

She needs to figure out what the basis of Murong Chuan's plan is, and what can guarantee her people can easily enter the palace.

It is one thing to believe in Murong Chuan, but another to guard against him, the two complement each other and do not conflict.

"Well, we're just skeptical, not conclusive evidence."

The black-robed priest sighed, and then said: "We once sent people to find a treasure, and this treasure has its own world, which can accommodate monks in it.

If you have the blood of the heavenly tyrant, you can ignore the impurities of the spirit grass, and take the spirit grass continuously, and carry the secret treasure of the monk through the ancient tree. "

Fengyue's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, obviously she had already guessed about it, the black-robed priest continued:
"According to our intelligence analysis, Murong Chuan participated in the battle for the magic weapon, but did not obtain the ownership of the magic weapon, and the believers we sent rebelled."

"Rebellion? Can members of your religion rebel? Since Murong Chuan participated in the treasure hunt, why didn't he snatch the treasure?"

Fengyue couldn't help laughing, but the black-robed priest snorted coldly: "The leader didn't put a blood curse on him, otherwise there would be no possibility of betrayal.

As for why Murong Chuan didn't seize the magic weapon, the answer is very simple, that traitor has entered the Shenqiao Realm, and Murong Chuan has no right to compete with him.

There was no trace of the traitor, disrupting all the plans of the Holy Church. "

Fengyue's horrified expression flashed away, but her heart stirred up turbulent waves, and her fear of Murongchuan was raised to the extreme.

She was 100% sure that it wasn't the cultist who rebelled, but Murong Chuan killed him.

Otherwise, Murong Chuan would never propose conditions for cooperating with her.

Only when the secret treasure is in his hands can he promise to guarantee the safety of her people and reach the core palace.

"That's right, there is an insurmountable gap between the Divine Bridge Realm and the Fate Spring Realm, and Murong Chuan can't compete with it at all."

Fengyue murmured in a low voice, and the black-robed priest also nodded, but Fengyue showed an imperceptible smile.