Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

Therefore, during the time in Jianzong, he was always a green bull in the mouth of his uncle.

But now, he is already a monk who crosses the tribulation, and he is one step away from Mahayana. No one has called him Qingniu for a long time.

Hearing this again, I still feel a little nostalgic.

"Wrong, wrong, Xuan Qing." Xie Zhuo smiled, and obediently changed his name.

Xuan Xiao glanced lightly at the many people who came in front of him, and took out a white jade cup from the cave, which contained spiritual tea that was beneficial to people, and put it into Xie Zhuo's hands.

At this moment, his every move is under the eyes of everyone, and this kind of behavior makes the eyelids of several monks twitch.

They have been in heaven for so many years, how have they ever seen such a gentle appearance of Sword Master?

Not to mention... let alone doing this kind of job of serving people.

But look at him now, when he handed the spiritual tea to that person, he still didn't forget to cool down the tea, how skillful his movements are!

At this moment, an old man has already known the identity of the person in front of him from Xuan Qing's "Uncle Master", and remembered the great battle back then.

But the young people are still at a loss.

this person...

"Why is the sword master entangled with this demon cultivator?" The small voice could not be said to be intentional, but it sounded in this world.

In these years, Xuan Xiao's image has been raised to an untouchable level in the practice world. Naturally, many people cannot accept that he is entangled with a demon cultivator, and even lie low and become a minor.

Xuan Xiao glanced at the man lightly, his eyes instantly darkened.

After a while, he said: "This is my cave, if you don't like it, then leave."

Why is that person willing to leave?

In the absence of the sword master these years, there are countless affairs accumulated in the heavenly prison for him to deal with.

Now, how could he leave?

It's just that magician...

The displeased monk looked towards Xie Zhuo, only to see that he was already holding a plate of spiritual fruit and chewing on it.

The spirit fruit was carefully divided into small pieces of equal size that could be eaten at will.

As soon as he saw the size of that almost obsessive-compulsive disorder, he knew that only a sword cultivator could do it.

But now, there seems to be only one sword repairer serving Xie Zhuo.

The eyes of everyone became more and more indescribable, but Xuan Xiao had no intention of explaining to them.

He raised his sleeve robe, and countless tables appeared in front of him, allowing everyone to sit down.

Then, a unique work meeting unfolded in front of Xie Zhuo.

With the experience of being the overlord in many worlds, Xuan Xiao also brought the essence of those modern societies back to the practice world, and the efficiency of meetings is even higher than before.

At first, everyone was still in the mood to think about the Demon Lord who was listening, but after a while, they didn't have the mood to think about it.

When the sword master pointed out their shortcomings, they felt more dangerous than their stagnant cultivation.

"Hey." Xie Zhuo sighed inexplicably, is this the instinct of a social animal?

Seeing the pitiful looks of these people, Xie Zhuo couldn't help but take another bite of the sweet fruit.

Watching other people work can be a real joy.

However, due to his frail body, this kind of happiness is obviously not long-lasting.

The pain like gangrene swept over again in a short while, Xie Zhuo's fingertips were slightly stiff, he took a light breath to suppress the pain, but the veins on his forehead twitched unconsciously.

The moment his breathing rhythm became chaotic, Xuan Xiao cast his gaze over.

"Don't move." Xie Zhuo left only one sentence, and staggered back to the cave.