Chapter 95
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What is a nostril man?
It usually refers to a guy who is used to looking at people with his nose, as if those two black hole-like holes are his eyes, and he can only see half of his face at a glance.

As the Daoist of Duling, he had naturally reported it at the Holy Land, and it had been registered last night.

"Who is Wu Xuan?"

"I'm."

He looked at Wu Xuan contemptuously.

"Very good, this seat is the true biography of the Holy Land, Fu Jian."

"A late-stage cultivator in the Zifu."

"Your daily task is to hand in five Yin beads, remember five per person, 25 per day."

Zhuang Lei is good at spirit body art, straightforward and incomprehensible.

"The four of us, why do we have to hand in 25 Yin beads?"

Fu Jian frowned and scolded.

"Who allowed you to speak? I said this is a request, the mission of the Holy Land, don't you have five people who don't know how to find another one?"

Obviously, this person also took advantage of it.

Wu Xuan pulled Zhuang Lei back and shook his head silently at him. Although he didn't agree with Luo Feng's shrinking behavior, he himself didn't agree with direct conflict.

Being seen in public, if something happens in the future, it is easy to have associations, and it is really unnecessary to compete for a verbal victory.

"Fellow Daoist Fu, where should I find you after I finish the task?"

"there."

"Mizhenlou, I will wait for you there every day at the hour of You."

It was a place of pleasure-seeking for those cultivating immortals.

"I'll find out later."

"Let's go then."

Wu Xuan and others set off from the port in a small spiritual boat [swimming boat] provided by Zhengyi Holy Land. There are tens of thousands of small boats here, exclusively for their use.

After they left.

With a smug look on his face, Fu Jian quickly approached the Mizhen building.

I heard that many new products have come recently, and he wants to taste them carefully.

Not long after he entered, Luo Feng also walked in, knocked on the door of Fu Jian's box, and said respectfully.

"Master."

"Ah."

Fu Jian's elder brother was the one who seriously injured Luo Feng, with excellent talent, he had already been promoted to True Inheritance many years later, and even the Fu family benefited a lot.

After that time, Luo Feng was apparently bribed by them.

This is also related to his experience in Turin Sect. Before he became a Daozi, he was excluded and targeted very humiliatingly because of his spiritual roots.

But after becoming a daozi, the sect gave him all the rights he should have.

But secretly betrayed.

Unpredictable...

"This year's Taoist is not a submissive person. He has a tough personality and has the pride of a genius."

Fu Jian was noncommittal and sneered.

"How many geniuses from the small sect have real arrogance? Wasn't your Luo Feng's bones also very hard back then? Didn't your back be broken by my brother?"

Luo Feng bowed his head and remained silent.

Fu Jian smiled even more proudly.

"Daozi Duling, I have plenty of ways to deal with his arrogance, just wait and see."

"Master is mighty!"

Looking at Luo Feng's flattering expression, Fu Jian felt disgusted for some reason, and slapped him hard.

"Don't show me that disgusting look, get out."

"Yes! Young master."

This man is cheap.

Look around.

Wu Xuan's team traveling in a water boat seemed to be out in the sea. The Tongtian River stretched as far as the eye can see, and it was not far from the sea. Without the vitality and waves of the water, it seemed more calm and dead.

Luo Feng took the initiative to tell his own story yesterday, which made him feel as if he was guiding him to do something.

It is impossible not to know his pride once being the same Taoist.

Still saying that, there was a hint of provoking him on purpose, Wu Xuan couldn't figure it out, what was the purpose?
The four of them sat on the boat and looked at each other speechlessly.

Zhuang Lei asked Wu Xuan.

"Daozi, why did you stop me from pursuing it to the end just now?"

"Even if this matter is reported to the Taoist League, it is our responsibility to make trouble in the Holy Land."

"No need."

Zhang Daoling explained for Wu Xuan.

"Zhuang Lei, you have to be clear that none of the nine sects in the three prefectures dared to resist the power of the Holy Land."

"We have to keep a low profile here to survive."

"That's too embarrassing."

Zhuang Lei's face turned red, and he couldn't keep his breath going.

Wu Xuan looked at the two of them and said meaningfully.

"A gentleman is good at planning, he should hide a weapon in his body, and kill him with one blow."

"What's the use of verbal disputes?"

Wen Yanqing's moist eyes widened upon hearing this.

"Daozi, you...you want to kill that Fu Jian? Just because of a little verbal conflict?"

"No, no, who said I'm going to kill him..."

"Zifu cultivator, I can't beat it either~"

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, only Zhang Daoling looked at him with shining eyes, telling him intuitively that sooner or later Wu Xuan would make a big deal in Tianhe Zhoushi.

that's the truth.

Wu Xuan still doesn't know how strong Fu Jian is, so he won't act rashly.

But serving prestige has always been his code of conduct.

Today is the first time I participated in the task of killing ghosts in Tongtianhe. I have to adapt to the environment before deciding what to do.

The four-person team drove the swimming boat and just left the Baili waters.

Suddenly, Zombie's wake-up call rang in his ears.

"coming!"

Wu Xuan stood up suddenly.

"Get ready, those things are coming."

The surface of the water was stirred up into several waves, and after three breaths, black-clawed ghouls with thin, rotting bodies and thin, long hair rooted on their rotting scalps jumped out of the water.

When he opened his mouth, clusters of rancid green mist gushed out.

The strength is very weak.

It's about the same level as a monk at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and not as good as a first-level monster in the Yunwu Mountains.

But it can't stand their large number.

The waters of the Tongtian River have the largest number of such ghouls, and they will be strengthened by the Yin tide during the ghost tide, and their strength will reach the peak of the first order.

The disciples of the Nine Sects of the Three Provinces are mainly to eliminate such things and relieve the pressure on the boat market during the ghost tide.

Wu Xuan pointed at the sword, and with a light swipe, countless sword lights flashed, and dozens of attacking ghouls turned into pieces of flesh and floated on the water.

50% of them have yin beads in their hearts.

The probability is not bad, only strong ghosts can condense Yin beads.

"Twelve, collected very quickly."

"Two to three waves can complete the required quantity."

It can be finished in half a day at most. If it takes a few days to collect a little more, it won't delay the practice too much.

Of course, this is due to their strong strength. If it were replaced by a team of ordinary disciples, it would often take a whole day to collect them all.

Only when they break through the foundation building period will they have the opportunity to quickly complete the daily tasks.

This is fatal to the delay in the early practice.

"Brother Wu's swordsmanship has improved really fast. The move just now must have been a profound use of splitting light and transforming shadows."

"Yes."

Holding the yin bead up to the sun, Wu Xuan found that it was full of pure ghostly spirits, with a sense of etherealness.

Rigid words.

"Master, this Tongtian River was formed by the overturn of the Tianhe River in the fairy world, and even 3000 years can't dilute its extraordinaryness."

"This yin bead has an excellent auxiliary effect on your practice of the Nine Serenity Secret Art, and it is not inferior to pills."

"Oh?"

Wu Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and his face showed joy.

"Dao Ling, help me protect the law."

"it is good."

Wu Xuan walked into the cabin, swallowed Yin beads, and practiced the Wufang Ghost Emperor Fist that he had just learned.

Just take it, and run the exercises.

His arms became extremely pale, black veins bulged, his eyes turned into pure black, and he completely lost his appearance.

The dark ghostly aura rose from the whole body, entangled and condensed on Wu Xuan's head, vaguely forming an imperial crown.

Zombie Ling clicked his tongue secretly.

"Master, an orthodox cultivator, is good at everything except the orthodox spells..."

It only dared to say this in its heart.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Xuan woke up from his practice.

"Sure enough, with [Bo Gu Tong Jin (Purple)]'s powerful perception and comprehension ability, as long as the resources can keep up, my practice of the Nine Serenity Secret Art will be extremely fast, and there will be almost no bottlenecks."

"Congratulations master."

"Thanks to you, Zombie Spirit."

"It's my honor to share the master's worries, it's just..."

"??"

"If there are enough Yin beads, can the master share some with me?"

Sure enough, it is still this virtue.

Wu Xuan nodded noncommittally, agreeing to its request.

(End of this chapter)

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