The Fishing Immortal is pretending to be weak again [Transmigration Book]

In the Law Enforcement Hall, there stood three disciples of the Kun class: Zhu Yun, Gan Cheng, and Qi Buping.

Zhu Yun fiddled with the talisman in his hand, looking sleepy, Qi Buping also closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, only Gan Cheng said very depressed: "Elder, let us take two newcomers to Shenyang City, Isn't this holding us back?"

"You are also being punished, and they are also being punished, and we can have a care together." Changyang Immortal narrowed his eyes.

Qiu Ziyu, the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, was a middle-aged man with a cold face. He patted the table and said, "You have no room to comment on this matter!"

Gan Cheng curled his lips, looked at Zhu Yun, and said, "Zhu Da, tell me, let me bring two oil bottles, it's better to let me go alone."

Zhu Yun was not interested in anything other than talismans, so he didn't raise his head, and said lightly, "Anything you want."

"Qi Buping, what about you? I'm afraid there will be problems with self-protection during the two qi refining periods. Isn't bringing them to Shenyang City to cause trouble for us?"

Qi Buping closed his eyes and ignored him.

Seeing this, Gan Cheng couldn't help being discouraged.

This one or two, don't take this task to heart at all.

That is Shenyang City!Shenyang City!

The senior sister who went to Shenyang City last time never went back to the Wuji Sect. Thinking of this, Gan Cheng's eyes dimmed, and he didn't know whether the senior sister was dead or alive. They might follow in the footsteps of the senior sister when they went this time. Also bring two little draggers.

Not long after, a series of footsteps sounded, and a young boy's surprised voice came from outside the law enforcement hall: "Wow, brother, look, do these two big tigers look like you and me?"

Chu Xingshen pointed to the two stone tigers outside the Law Enforcement Hall.

The disciple in Tsing Yi twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice, "Shut up! Hall Master Qiu hates making noise the most."

These two qi refiners were really ignorant, especially the one in black, who was noisy and startled all the way, and didn't look like a big disciple at all.

As a disciple of the Promise Sect, how can he be so unseen in the market!

The disciple in Tsing Yi pushed him in and said, "Elder, hall master, someone brought it here."

Chu Xing raised his eyes deeply, and saw a stern middle-aged man sitting on the first seat, and Changyang Immortal standing beside him.

Several pairs of eyes in the room fell on them.

Gan Cheng squinted and said, "That's it? That's it? The seventh level of Qi refining?"

Chu Xingshen greeted him in a friendly manner: "Hello, senior brother."

Gan Cheng said angrily: "Who is your brother, go away."

Chang Yang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "We all want to go to Shenyang City together, why are you so out of touch?"

"Chu Yu, Zhu Jiuwang, I think you already know that, in order to punish you for using Longquan privately, this Shenyang City mission is entrusted to you. As long as you can come back alive, the previous things will be cancelled."

After finishing speaking, the Immortal Changyang winked at Qiu Ziyu, "Ziyu, come and tell them what this Shenyang City is."

However, Chu Xingshen fell into deep thought. The plot of Shenyang City did not appear in the original work at this time, and it was only mentioned in the later stage. Sure enough, because of his interference, the plot direction has already collapsed.

"The two female disciples who went to Shenyang City before lost their traces. This time, I hope you can bring back the senior sister and investigate what happened inside Shenyang City." Qiu Ziyu pondered, with no anger in his eyes.

Chu Xingshen and Zhu Jiuwang looked at each other. Anyway, with his reaching out in the late stage of the tribulation, as long as he didn't encounter panic, he would be fearless and confident that he could protect the protagonist.

Besides, the emergence of talents in adversity may also allow Zhu Jiuwang to quickly awaken his own talent.

"Yes, Hall Master, Immortal." Chu Xing replied deeply.

A strange light flashed in Zhu Jiuwang's eyes, and he also replied: "Yes."

Immortal Changyang led them out of the law enforcement hall, flicked his sleeves gently, and a fairy boat that could control five or six people appeared in front of him. This fairy boat was no different from ordinary fishing boats.

Immortal Changyang reached out and patted Chu Xingshen and Zhu Jiuhuang's shoulders, and said, "Be careful all the way, I believe you can learn a lot during this trip."

With this beat, two imprints of divine consciousness silently hit the two of them.

Naturally, it is impossible for Changyang to let two juniors in the Qi refining period go to die, stamped with the mark of spiritual consciousness, and he will be able to know immediately if he encounters danger.

Only great powers in the Transcendence Tribulation Period can give birth to spiritual consciousness, and there are no more than seven people in the entire cultivation world who can split the spiritual consciousness.

"By the way, Ziqing, you go with them."

The Tsing Yi disciple Ben stood quietly at the side, and immediately froze in place when he heard this.

"Elder? I'm going too? But I didn't make a mistake."

Elder Changyang put his hands behind his back and said: "You are steady, you can be in charge of supervising them, in case they escape midway."

The matter in Shenyang City is not simple, Ye Ziqing is a steady person, with him around, he can protect these two little ones.

"Ziqing understands..." Ye Ziqing bowed, and said to the others, "Let's go, don't just stand still."

Although they are reluctant, the mission of the elders is the most important. If there is no supervisor, these disciples who have made mistakes may not know if they run away halfway. The elders asked him to accompany them, explaining how to trust him Live up to the trust of the elders.

Stepping on the fairy boat, the fairy boat floated into the sky. Chu Xing sat there, observing the people around him.

"What is this senior doing?" Chu Xingshen looked at Zhu Yun curiously. After entering the Law Enforcement Hall, Chu Xingshen noticed him and kept fiddling with the yellow paper in his hand.

Gan Cheng sneered, and said, "He is obsessed with talismans. Last night, a mysterious master helped him draw the Thunderbolt Talisman that he had always dreamed of. Now he is racking his brains to think about who the master is, and he wants others to give him more money." Draw a few other talismans."

Zhu Yun scratched his hair and said: "I know everyone in our Kunzi class, and I know better than anyone else what skills they have. It can't be from our Kunzi class. Who is it? Neither is the elder. I went to ask the Immortal Changyang for advice, and the Immortal told me to go back and read more books."

"Don't guess, if someone wants to hide their identity on purpose, you won't be able to guess after guessing." Gan Cheng said speechlessly.

Qi Buping, who had been silent all this time, heard this, and suddenly said: "It should be the master."

Ye Ziqing denied it: "Impossible, Master is still in seclusion, if he leaves the seclusion, it is impossible for me not to know, I am Master's direct disciple."

Zhu Yun said violently: "I'm so tired of guessing. If I want to know who it is, I have to catch him, put him in the study, and draw me ten days and ten nights."

Chu Xingshen: "..."

If I can be caught by you, I will lose.

Zhu Jiuwang coughed twice, and said: "Brother, this is not good, if it frightens people, who will draw a talisman for you?"

After speaking, he glanced at Chu Xingchen lightly.

"Why are you coughing? Are you feeling unwell?" Chu Xing frowned.

Zhu Jiuwang's body is really too weak, like a piece of paper, which made him worry that a slightly stronger monk could kill him. Now that the plot is broken, I don't know if the protagonist's halo is still there.

"Well, the wind is too strong and it's a bit cold." Zhu Jiulu's face turned pale.

Chu Xing Shen took out his treasure bag, took out a white cloak, shook it off and put it on Zhu Jiuwang's body, "Brother, I wore it, don't dislike it."

Before Zhu Jiuwang could speak, Ye Ziqing saw the cloak with a surprised expression.

"Hey, why does this cloak look a bit like the one worn by Immortal Xingchen?"