How can you become a devil if you don't work?

Chapter 7 All the same

"Master Su, you are finally here!"

Seeing Su Mo from a long distance, Daoist Xuanyang was overjoyed and greeted him hastily.

"Here, the fried rice you ordered."

Su Mo carried the packaging bag of monster fried rice and handed it over.

Taoist Xuanyang hurriedly took it with both hands:

"Oh, why bother you to bring me a meal, I just ordered it so casually, it was a waste of your time."

"It's only a few minutes," Su Mo said with a slight smile, "Next time you want to save time, you can place an order at the store closest to you."

"The old man remembered it."

Seeing my master nodding and bowing respectfully to the young delivery man.

Both Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at each other in blank dismay.

They originally thought that the reinforcements called by the master should be some important figure in the league.

No matter how bad it is, it should be a well-known local powerhouse.

It turned out to be an ordinary-looking delivery boy?

Of course, they are not despising the delivery guy.

It has not been long since the recovery of spiritual energy has started, and all parties are searching carefully.

Practitioners come from different sources, from all walks of life.

Just like the boss in the league, he used to be a dog food tester.

Because he ate a special dog food, he embarked on the path of cultivation inexplicably, and it was out of control.

Generally speaking, as long as they are practitioners, no matter what profession they are engaged in, they will be full of respect.

But the problem is that the delivery man in front of him obviously doesn't have any spiritual power fluctuations.

Not even a trace of spiritual energy.

He looked like a perfectly normal person.

A pure ordinary person who cannot be more pure.

Such an ordinary person didn't hurry to keep him away from the disaster scene, but instead pulled him over to help. Isn't there not enough people who think he's dead?
Qingfeng and Mingyue were suspicious in their hearts, but there was no sound on their lips.

In the past, the impression that the master gave them was quite reliable. Since they dared to call people over, they must have something to rely on.

It's better for them to stay aside and watch quietly.

The careful thoughts of the two apprentices were naturally hidden from the master Xuanyang, but he did not explain too much, but took Su Mo to the river bank, and said as he walked:
"I received this task from a ship owner tonight, and I am going to clear up the weirdness in this water area.

It's strange to say that these weird monsters are obviously transformed from freshly dead corpses, but their strength should not be underestimated.

Leaving aside the three pessimistic ones that I have eliminated, there are still three extremely powerful white shirts left in the river.

For this reason, I specifically asked the ship owner to re-quote, and now the commission has been increased to 10 yuan.

You see, it's still divided into sevens and threes as usual? "

Su Mo nodded and said:
"can."

Taoist Xuanyang breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily:

"Then I won't bother you. When your side is ready, you can do it at any time."

As he said that, he walked to the side with the takeaway and untied it. After working all night, he was indeed hungry.

Handing each of the two apprentices a box, Qingfeng took the fried rice, glanced at Su Mo's back, and said with some concern:
"Master, are you really reliable to eat now? You don't need to look after me, just in case?"

"Hey, it's not our turn to worry about it. They say it's a reinforcement, three white shirts, just sprinkle water."

Daoist Xuanyang picked up a piece of roasted tenderloin, the taste was salty, and the white beard on his chin trembled with happiness.

Seeing Master so confident, they couldn't help being infected.

The good old man Mingyue asked while unpacking the box:
"Master, do you think it's too little for us to give him [-]%?"

"What are you thinking? Thirty percent is ours, and seventy percent is others'."

Qingfeng suddenly looked shocked:
"We are investigating, deploying defenses, and fighting. We have been busy back and forth for so long, but in the end we can only get [-]%?"

"Otherwise?" Daoist Xuanyang squinted at him, "Have you done so much, have the monsters in the river disappeared?"

Qingfeng choked suddenly.

"You can make as much money as you can." Daoist Xuanyang pointed with his chopsticks, "If we don't clean up the monsters in the river, not only will we not be able to complete this single task, but it will also affect our reputation. The reputation is gone. Who will place an order with us in the future?

To be a person, we must take a long-term view, and don't just care about immediate interests. After we put up the sign and establish our reputation, we will naturally have big tasks coming to us in the future. At that time, even if we drink soup behind Master Su Can keep us full. "

At this moment, Su Mo, who turned his back on them, suddenly said with great interest:
"Interesting, there is actually a Yellow Page class hidden in this river."

Yellow Pages?
Qingfeng and Mingyue shook their hands, and almost didn't throw the fried rice out on the spot.

Even the mature and dignified Daoist Xuanyang changed color slightly.

He put down his chopsticks and asked calmly:

"Master Su, I have scanned the audience with my eyes, and I haven't detected anything above the white shirt level. Who is this Yellow Page level that popped up all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it has something to do with him being buried in the river."

As he spoke, Su Mo stomped his right foot slightly downwards, and the ground trembled faintly.

Immediately, a figure exploded from the bottom of the river like a cannonball. The hideous figure was revealed under the moonlight, and then suddenly fell into the water again.

Just this moment of appearance was enough for the people on the bank to feel the ferocious arrogance emanating from him.

"This, this is really Yellow Pages!"

Qingfeng's calf trembled uncontrollably.

Mingyue looked at Taoist Xuanyang, and said with a mournful face:
"Master, why don't we withdraw? We won't do this order.

Money can be earned again in the future, so there is no need to gamble your life. "

"Yeah, yeah, it was agreed that the strongest might be a white shirt.

As a result, even the Yellow Pages class has appeared now, this is not a low-level demon-killing item at all! "

The white shirt rank is level 3, and the yellow page level is rank 4. It seems that the difference is one level, but in fact it is the difference between the low level and the middle level. There is a huge gap in strength between the two.

A white shirt class is very reluctant to deal with seven or eight disheartened classes.

And a Yellow Pages class can deal with a dozen or so White Shirts with ease.

The Yellow Page class in front of him can completely hang up and beat the three of them, master and apprentice.

If you are not careful, you can't even escape.

Facing the two disciples who were so excited that they were about to speak incoherently, Daoist Xuanyang looked up at Su Mo and asked solemnly:

"What did Master Su say?"

"it's the same."

Su Mo, who had scanned every detail of the river bottom with his mental perception, replied in a calm tone.

He moved his right hand slightly, slowly clenched his fist, and lightly punched the Yellow Pages class and the river where many strange monsters were located.

This punch does not contain the slightest pyrotechnics. At first glance, it looks like a grandfather doing morning exercises in the park.

But when the fist was pushed out, the ferocious strength of the fist turned into a terrifying shock wave instantly, penetrating the entire river.In an instant, the calm river was broken on the spot, and tens of tons of river water surged into the sky.

In the white mist and rain, all the strange monsters headed by the Yellow Pages exploded into powder.

A huge pothole with a diameter of tens of meters appeared out of thin air in the middle of the river, faintly shaped like a fist.

Thousands of rivers flow back and forth, pouring into it frantically, forming a fierce eddy current, and even fish and shrimp can't break free.

Taoist Xuanyang and Qingfeng Mingyue stood on the bank of the river blankly.

The three of them held the fried rice in their hands, and they didn't even realize they were drenched in water. All their minds were completely taken away by the magnificent scene in front of them.

After a long time, Daoist Xuanyang shuddered and suddenly came back to his senses.

Only then did I realize that Su Mo had left at some point.

Qingfeng swallowed, and sighed with surprise on his face:
"Master, your strong support is too strong, right?"

"It's been said that it is a strong aid, so how can it be weak?"

Taoist Xuanyang pretended to be calm and took a crab off his chin beard.

His state of mind is like the surface of a river, undulating endlessly——

It's only been five days since we met last time, and he has become stronger again!
This terrifying speed of progress is beyond the reach of the most monstrous genius in the cultivation world.

Could it be that the path of practice in the practice world is actually wrong?

At this moment, Daoist Xuanyang fell into deep confusion.

(End of this chapter)