The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

After a while, the Futu Sect's ancestor showed a smile on his face. All his spiritual power and pressure were gathered into his body, and he actually looked somewhat kind.

"It has been found out that there was a misunderstanding between our disciple Mu Ming and a few of you young friends." The Futu Sect's ancestor looked at Ming Fan.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, it's better to explain it now.

However...your young master has caused such a mess in our sect, Palace Master Lin still needs to give an explanation."

Old fox, Ming Fan curled his lips.

The meaning of Fu Tu Patriarch's words was obvious. Because of the Ten Thousand Year Soul-Guiding Incense, he could let them leave today. However, Lin Wanshu was confirmed as the young master of the Soul Palace, which gave him a new excuse. He took this opportunity to blackmail Lin Ti.

I'm afraid the Soul Palace will have to bleed this time.

"Of course, I will satisfy the old ancestor."

The few people appeared to be harmonious but actually pretended to obey the order in secret, which made Le Shan and others behind them stunned.

"The change in his face is faster than the lightning of the tribulation."

Rong Hua clicked his tongue twice and finished the last handful of melon seeds in his hand.

"Don't say it, my junior sister can actually produce something that even the fusion cultivators are satisfied with." Le Shan waved the fan leisurely and was not surprised by the result.

"Oh, can she afford it? I don't think she can afford it!"

Le Shan looked at Kong Zhu in confusion. Why did he suddenly become so sarcastic?

"What are you looking at?"

Kong Zhu's face had become visibly darker, and the aura he exuded was even more smelly than a hairtail fish that had been dead for three years.

Le Shan and Lin Wanshu looked at each other and looked in Ming Fan's direction at the same time. Combined with the bet just now, they couldn't help but come up with a bold guess.

Could it be that they think so?

As a result, several people stood farther away from Kong Zhu to avoid being splashed with blood.

Kong Zhu didn't care about all this at all, his eyes were only on Ming Fan.

If you ask him how he feels at this moment, he just feels his heart burning with anger and wants to kill someone!

Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out how that damn girl Ming Fan knew that he had the Ten Thousand Years Soul-Guiding Incense.

He hid this thing very carefully and never showed it to anyone in his storage bag. Even the Palace Master didn't know that he had such a good thing.

How did Ming Fan know that?

Just as Kong Zhu was thinking, Ming Fan, the instigator, walked over in two steps.

Mingfan walked up to Kongzhu and greeted him nicely.

"Hi, hehe, nice to see you again."

Kong Zhu was furious, but he smiled with a fake smile: "I didn't expect you to have such a rare treasure as the Ten Thousand Year Soul Guiding Incense."

Since she had agreed to it just now, she would go and report to the ancestor of the Futu Sect herself.

Don't even think about letting him get anything out.

"Look, it's too late to play, right?" Ming Fan looked around and tried to pull Kong Zhu aside.

"What are you doing? Pulling and tugging in public."

Kong Zhu quickly pushed Ming Fan away.

Ming Fan laughed dryly.

"The bet we made earlier is backed by the heavens... We agreed to take something from your storage bag."

"Don't even think about it!"

"Hiss - I see. Then I'll go ask Palace Master Lin how to solve it."

Ming Fan turned around and walked towards Lin Lin, silently counting to three in his mind.

As expected, Kong Zhu quickly stopped her and said, "Wait!"

Kong Zhu didn't dare to think about what would happen if she went to find the Palace Master and told others that she was carrying the Ten Thousand Year Old Soul-Guiding Incense.

"I didn't mean to ask you to hand over your things."

Seeing that his attitude had relaxed, Ming Fan quietly pulled her aside.

"You just need to take out some of this stuff and put it in this brocade box. I will take care of the rest."

Ming Fan blinked at Kong Zhu. She had never intended to give such a valuable thing to the old ancestor of the Futu Sect from the beginning.

Just now, that damn Zizu almost killed her. She would have to be crazy to let go of the past and give away such a good thing.

What I just did was just a delaying tactic.

"How do you know?" Kong Zhu asked gloomily.

"Well...it's a secret." Ming Fan said, patting Kong Zhu on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."

Seeing that Kong Zhu didn't believe him, Ming Fan pointed at Lin Wanshu in front of him.

"I swear on my elder brother's character."

"Are you serious?" Kong Zhu still hesitated.

The main thing is to make him believe in Mingfan's character, which is indeed a bit challenging.

Ming Fan nodded seriously: "More real than pearls."

After a while, Kong Zhu put some gray-blue powder into a jade bottle and handed it to Ming Fan.

Ming Fan took a quick glance and saw the powder...if it weren't for her good eyesight, she wouldn't be able to see it.

But it doesn't matter now.

Ming Fan poured out the powder of the Ten Thousand Year Soul-Guiding Incense from the jade bottle and sprinkled it evenly in the mechanism box to maximize its fragrance.

After thinking for a while, he threw another note in, then closed the box with satisfaction.

Ming Fan clasped his hands together and arranged three layers of formations outside the mechanism box.

She did not dare to underestimate the strength of a great cultivator in the state of fusion, and used all the difficult formations she learned from the Taoist doctor on him.

After doing all this, Ming Fan nodded with satisfaction.

Kong Zhu was horrified as he watched from the side.

She is the first person in the world who dares to tease a cultivator in the fusion stage.

Especially when he thought of the words she left on the note, he was even looking forward to what expression the old ancestor would have when he saw it.

Seeing Kong Zhu still staring at her, Ming Fan raised his eyebrows and reminded: "Don't forget, you still owe me five Seventh Revolution Resurrection Pills."

After his face turned black, Ming Fan left with satisfaction and played with Lin Wanshu and others again.

Lin Lin and a group of people from the Futu Sect had already discussed the matters at this time. When they saw Ming Fan coming, their eyes were focused on her again.

Ming Fan hesitated for a moment before he took out the mechanism box behind him and handed it to the ancestor of the Futu Sect reluctantly.

"I was lucky enough to get this, and now I can present it to you, my seniors. It is also my honor."

As Ming Fan spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, expressing his heartache and reluctance to the fullest.

Not to mention, she even wanted to applaud her own acting skills at this moment.

I hope this gift will be remembered vividly by him for hundreds of years to come.

It's obviously her who changes her attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

Kong Zhu was secretly dissatisfied.

"Junior sister's acting skills have improved again." Lin Wanshu smiled gently.

Rong Hua nodded in agreement: "That's right, kill a few Fu Tu Sect disciples to liven up the event."

"Why kill the disciples? We should kill the old ancestor." Le Shan said with a smile: "I threw a few talismans in. I wonder if the Futu Sect will like it."

"I wonder if my seeds can bloom on them." Lin Wanshu narrowed his eyes.

Kong Zhu, who was standing next to him, felt a chill on his back when he heard this.

He forgot that these guys are all perverts, and it would be bad luck if he accidentally offended them.

The ancestor of the Futu Sect took the mechanism box that Ming Fan handed over.

Feeling the power filling inside, a smile appeared on my face.