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outside the village.

"Sect Master Xia, you are the majestic master of a thousand cities, and you have agreed to practice "Ruanfan Diary". The 36 sects are almost surrendered. You are now giving up the pick? You just let it go!"

A young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes carrying a simple and simple sword box kept changing appearances in front of Xia Hong.

The flickering light of that movement was like a hedgehog, full of sword points, Xia Hong couldn't dodge it, and his eyes still hurt.

"Can't I stop practicing?" Xia Hong was almost driven crazy.

"Also, after the improved version of this seat, it's not "Ruanfan Diary"! No, no, no!"

The so-called emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry.

The young man with the sword box on his back was furious when he heard what Xia Hong said.

"Xia Hong! It was agreed before that your Lieyang Sect and I, Yijian Tingyu Pavilion, will share the sect's luck. Now you go back on your word, you, you, you...you know that you have a big event!"

"The big things are not as important as the high people's things."

Xia Hong looked at it strangely for a while, and then said: "If you want to practice "Ruanfan Diary", your sword master Zhuo Junwu can come to my Lie Yangzong to read it to your heart's content, don't stop."

Xia Hong had long forgotten about the 36 surrenders.

His improved version is the castrated version, whether it will be successful or not is still unknown, how can it be comfortable to hug a tall man's thigh.

Those sects that voluntarily or were forced to surrender to the Lieyang Sect had already been disbanded by Xia Hong.

Only this Yijian Tingyu Pavilion, a grand master of a thousand cities, does not develop himself all day long, and only thinks about eating soft food, which makes Xia Hong extremely despised.

"Bah!" Zhuo Junwu jumped up and cursed: "I'm a majestic swordsman, so it's for this!"

"Let me tell you Xia Hong, what you gave up today is not "Ruanfan Diary", but the hundreds of millions of souls in Yunzhou!"

"Zhuo Junwu, I will also tell you!" Xia Hong also came to the real fire at this time.

"In terms of seniority, you are just a hidden swordsman. Talk to me and ask your pavilion master to come out."

Zhuo Junwu was so impatient: "The pavilion master can't be separated at all, otherwise... Sigh!"

It's about his Yijian Tingyu Pavilion's secret that has been guarded by Yuge for more than ten thousand years.

This also caused Xia Hong to always think that Lu Nanting, the owner of Yijian Tingyu Pavilion, wanted to practice "Ruanfan Diary", but because of face, he sent Zhuo Junwu, the Tibetan sword envoy, to be a second-hander.

"I understand, I promise I won't say it outside." Xia Hong looked impatient.

"My Nima..."

Zhuo Junwu's heart is about to collapse. Do I really think that I, Yijian, heard that Yuge is a group of soft food?
But he still chased after him, earnestly speaking and comforting him in every possible way.

"Sect Master Xia, the Devil's Cult has suddenly increased in strength. I also know about this. It is understandable that you are under great pressure, Sect Master Xia, but you can't give up on yourself!"

That's right, the current Scarlet Blood Demon Sect has once again plunged the southern part of Yunzhou into fear.

I don't know where the Bilian Dragon King found the spiritual liquid of the mountain and sea, which made the overall strength of the Demon Cult rise rapidly, and even absorbed many outlaws and wanted criminals to become new demons, and once again possessed millions of demons.

At this juncture, Xia Hong, the Patriarch of Lieyang, was frightened and wanted to quit, which is indeed understandable.

"My Nima..."

Xia Hong was stunned, full of surprise.

Is it because you were frightened that I am the majestic Lieyang Sect Master?

But at this time, he was already outside the sixth ring street of the village, and Xia Hong didn't have any seizures.

He warned Zhuo Junwu in a serious tone: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, you are a high-ranking person, don't shout!"

After finishing speaking, he led Huo Tan towards the direction of the medical hall and walked in a regular manner.

"Senior?"

Zhuo Junwu couldn't help but sneered as he looked at the Lin Ji Medical Center where only ghost images could be seen from afar.

"If there were real experts in southern Yunzhou, the Demon Cult would not be so rampant."

He put his hands away, shook his head and sighed, at the age of more than 20, the expression at this moment was like that of an old man who was dying.

The Demon Sect is once again powerful, and it will cause another catastrophe to the south of Yunzhou. At that time, people will be devastated, and Zhuo Junwu only feels that the burden on his shoulders is getting heavier and heavier.

However, Xia Hong, the Sect Leader of Lieyang, who usually handles things on weekdays, is now cowardly, and is still trying to avoid it, and even an expert has made it up.

"I thought I was a hero, but I turned out to be a coward!"

Lu Yao knows horsepower and sees people's hearts over time.

After fully knowing what Xia Hong was, Zhuo Junwu gritted his teeth angrily.

"Such scumbags make me ashamed to be with them!"

He turned around and was about to leave, ready to go to Yun Huazong to have a look.

I heard that Shui Shou, the director of Yunhua Sect, got a great treasure, and it was because of this treasure that the first battle of the Demon Cult was disgraced.

"The rumor is that it's a fairy weapon, I'm afraid it's an exaggeration..."

The battle that day had already been rumored beyond recognition.

The version that Zhuo Junwu heard alone was that Ren Shuishou took a sip of fairy water, pissed against the wind, and scalded millions of demons to death.

He has never heard of any immortal artifact that focuses on the prostate, of course he doesn't believe it.

But treasures are definitely treasures, but they are a bit evil.

At a time when the strength of the Demon Sect was soaring, and life and death were at a critical moment, Zhuo Junwu, a high-ranking member of the Qiancheng Dazong, naturally wanted to take the lead and gather all the orthodox forces of the Taoist sect.

After all, he Yijian listened to the ancient demon king in Yuge who was locked under the Demon Suppressing Tower, and he was about to break the seal and be born.

If the Red Blood Demon Sect can't hold back anymore, then the ancient demon king will break through the seal and cooperate with the Red Blood Demon Sect, and the whole Yunzhou will be over.

"Bah! Rubbish Xia Hong!"

"The majestic Qiancheng Dazong actually huddled in the medical hall. If I, Zhuo Junwu, stayed in the medical hall like you, I would swallow shit alive on the spot! Bah!"

After cursing a few words, Zhuo Junwu drew out the sword from the sword box, and was about to twiddle the formula to control the sword and fly.

Suddenly, the pupils shrank.

I saw a very handsome young man trotting out of the hospital in a hurry, rummaging through the boxes of goods outside the door like a dragon.

In his hand, he still held a thick stack of receipts, as if he was looking for them, and he seemed to be comparing them.

"The elixir of the Venerable Realm!"

Zhuo Junwu was shocked.

Inside the box, the medicinal materials were all over a thousand years old and were invaluable, but they were not enough to attract the attention of the swordsman.

Only the nearly 100 million elixir of the Venerable Realm made Zhuo Junwu's mouth dry for a while, envious and shocked.

He Yijian Tingyu Pavilion, Qiancheng Dazong, only has more than [-] pills of the Venerable Realm, and there are many waste pills in it.

"What kind of identity and cultivation level is this person?"

In Zhuo Junwu's view, the only forces that can have more than 100 million elixir reserves of the Venerable Realm are the high-ranking Wancheng Shangzong.

But after some spiritual exploration, Zhuo Junwu was puzzled.

That handsome man not far away has no cultivation...

"A mortal who runs a medical clinic?"

Thinking of this, Zhuo Junwu finally realized suddenly.

"Okay! Xia Hong, you little trash!"

"You have taken the entire background of the Lieyang Sect with you!"

"Coward! Put hundreds of millions of souls in Yunzhou in the heat of water, you are in vain to set an example for the authentic strong of Taoism!"

It is clear.

These more than 100 million Venerable Realm pills were all brought by Xia Hong on his way. Isn't that handsome man counting the pills for Xia Hong?

But in any serious medical clinic, who sells pills?
It has long been heard that Lie Yangzong harvested a lot of pills by suppressing the forces of the Demon Cult, but never imagined that there are so many!
"Little brother, these more than 100 million Venerable Realm pills are not something you can touch."

Zhuo Junwu stood in front of Lin Ji, and with a "snap", he covered the boxes that were being counted, and Lin Ji was taken aback for a while.

"Who are you? Are you polite?"

If the hand retraction was slow just now, it would have started with a broken bone at the very least. Lin Ji would not have a good face at this time, and with a backhand grip, he pulled out the iron rod behind his back.

As soon as the mentally ill uncle and nephew arrived, Lin Ji hurried out to find medicine.

Two mentally ill, in case they suddenly go crazy, it is really hard for them to fight, so they should grab some medicine first to stabilize the mood of the mentally ill uncle and nephew for a short time.

The medicinal materials for treating the spirit have not been moved into the utility room and sorted out. They can only be found in the big box outside the medical hall.

Moreover, in the final analysis, this is in your own territory, rummaging through your own medicinal materials, regardless of your woolen sword box!
"I'm afraid there is another mental illness?" Lin Ji thought with wary eyes and displeased expression.

"Who am I? Hmph!" Zhuo Junwu put his hands behind his back, with an arrogant expression.

"Say my name, I will scare you! I am Qiancheng Dazong Yijian Tingyu Pavilion Hidden Sword Envoy, Venerable Realm Cultivator, Zhuo Junwu!"

After finishing speaking, he stood there with his nostrils upturned without saying a word.

Waiting for the sound of surprise, admiration, and envy.

But these... Zhuo Junwu didn't hear any of them.

He only heard a "Hey-hey!"