Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Chapter 225 The Great Adventure of Xuantianzong ([-])

The second day's competition quickly came to an end amid bursts of cheers. It was getting late, and all the monks left in front of the main hall.

Ji Mingzhao and Xue Wen returned to the corridor of the main hall from the treasure pavilion.

"What should we do?" Xue Wen was confused, but he was still willing to trust Ji Mingzhao's judgment.

Ji Mingzhao used the leaves on the ground to place Xiao Zhe's "Xiao" on the ground: "To fight the public opinion war is to use the simplest method of publicity. Look here, the white wall is full, is it convenient to graffiti on it?" ?”

Xue Wen looked up at Ji Mingzhao: "Can this be useful...?"

Ji Mingzhao shook his head: "Try it, I don't know if it will work."

"These people are all monks, and pretending to be a ghost may not be of much use."

"Give me your lighter." Ji Mingzhao broke off a few branches from the bushes next to the main hall, took the lighter from Xue Wen, burned the lighter on the branch, and burned the end of the branch black and dry.

Then I tried it on the ground and found that I could write and draw on the ground, so I wrote a line on the ground: Xiao Zhe is in Xuantianzong.

"How is it?" Ji Mingzhao asked.

Although Xue Wen felt that the effect of creating public opinion might not be as good as he had imagined, he and Ji Mingzhao started writing on the snow-white ground.

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The next morning.

The monks of Xuantianzong discussed yesterday's game in twos and threes, walking towards the open space in front of the main hall.

"... Sigh, it's a pity, Senior Sister Yin may not be able to recover completely in ten days."

"What are you lamenting here? Aren't you happier than anyone else that Senior Sister Yin can't participate in the competition? You were supposed to face her in the next match, but now it's your bye. I think it's too late for you to laugh."

"How can you say that..."

Suddenly, the monk who was walking in front stopped, and the monk who was still talking happened to bump into the back of the predecessor.

"Why did you suddenly...stop..."

The scene in front of me was quite shocking, all the white walls and the ground were covered with charcoal writing, and there was only one thing written: Xiao Zhe was in the Xuantian Sect.

"Xiao Zhe..."

Soon, Fu Cen was called by Zhang Yan to the main hall, and the black characters were written all over almost every corner in front of the main hall, even the glazed tiles on the top of the corridor were filled with black words.

All the monks who came to the front of the main hall looked back at Fu Cen. Fu Cen's cheeks were twitching with anger, and he wiped off the charcoal characters with a wave of his sleeves.

"Who was in charge of leading the vigil last night?"

Zhang Yan lowered his head, and a male cultivator came out of the crowd, shaking like chaff: "... the suzerain."

"Did you hear any wind last night?"

"..." The male cultivator swallowed hard, "...never."

Fu Cen's always squinted eyes suddenly opened, and the corners of his always upturned mouth suddenly fell down. His whole face suddenly changed from gentle and humble to terrifying.

With a wave of his sleeve, the male cultivator immediately flew upside down and slammed into the pillar in the corridor. The spine made a crackling sound under the violent impact, and suddenly broke and inserted into his lungs.

The male cultivator could only let out a heavy panting sound, but he couldn't utter a word.

The surrounding monks had never seen Fu Cen get so angry. There was no sound in front of the main hall, and it seemed that a needle could be clearly heard when it fell.

Fu Cen took two deep breaths, but couldn't maintain the peace on his face: "Take it to the dungeon."

Zhang Yan walked out quickly from behind Fu Cen, first helped the male cultivator up, fed a elixir into the male cultivator's mouth, and gently patted the male cultivator's chest to give him a sigh of relief: "Is it better? "

The male cultivator took a deep breath, then nodded very weakly towards Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan let out a sigh of relief: "You really didn't find anything yesterday?"

The male cultivator opened his mouth, he hurt his lungs, he was really speechless, he just shook his head slowly.

Who on earth...has such great ability to break through Xuantianzong's numerous formations, and write these words that shake people's hearts here? !
"From today onwards, Xuantianzong will continue to conduct internal investigations at twelve o'clock. When will this person be caught, and when will it end!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Zhe stood behind Fu Cen, his whole body was covered by Fu Cen, his face was hidden in the shadow, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

After Fu Cen finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

All the cultivators in this day's competition were preoccupied, and those who competed on the stage were also absent-minded. The male cultivator on the left stabbed his opponent's chest through a miss.

Within two days, there were two accidents. The cultivator in charge of cleaning the high platform silently cleaned up the high platform, and then numbly announced the continuation of the competition.

This day's contest ended slowly in silence.

Everyone is praying that tomorrow will be a normal, peaceful day.

But obviously someone was unwilling to let the situation cool down. On the second day, black letters were still written in front of a monk's residence in the Qi training state.

At this time, the monks who were able to keep calm were completely blown away. Not only did they not know when the word was written, but they also didn't know when this person came.

All of a sudden, Xuantianzong panicked. What kind of realm is this monk who can come and go without a trace, writing these words without leaving any clues.

Fu Cen was furious when he heard the black characters appeared again, but because there were so many people this time, they couldn't all be thrown into the dungeon, so he had to strengthen the inspection level again, vowing to catch the thief.

However, even if there were people patrolling day and night, no one could catch the thief. On the third day, the words appeared in the animal garden. The guards of the animal garden took two steps towards their knees and wanted to go forward to hug Fu Cen's leg, but With a wave of his sleeves by Fu Cen, he was pushed five meters away.

"Is there really no sound at all?!"

The guard was so frightened that tears and snot poured out together: "Surely there is no sound, suzerain, if there is a sound, I will definitely go forward and fight the thief to the death, and I will never leave him here so arrogant!"

After these two days, Fu Cen also knew that only the monks in the sect patrolled day and night and could not find the shadow of the thief. What kind of master is he? Why didn't he show up and speak, but in this way...

There have been rumors in the sect that Xiao Zhe is hiding in the Xuantian Sect, and some monks even believe that it is because of Xiao Zhe's appearance that this is a vision of heaven and earth, and it is because Xiao Zhe is hiding in the sect that this leads to Heaven and earth are furious, and I would like to remind you.

Not only the monks in the sect thought this way, but even Fu Cen had some doubts about whether the words in black and white were true...

Another day passed.

The patrolling monks had no hope. After all, the law does not blame the public. So many people failed to catch the thief. It was impossible for him to think about it. Under the control of such thoughts, the patrolling monks began to become more relaxed.

I don't know when it started, everyone's attention gradually shifted from catching the thief at the beginning to other directions.

Xiao Zhe... Where exactly is it?

　Beans have been lately lately...

　　small theater:
　　Ji Mingzhao: The plan works!
　　Sparrow: I, Sparrow, know too much. Does anyone want to buy news?
　　Ji Mingzhao: ...Which gang do you belong to?
　　Sparrow: Didn’t they all say, who pinched like whom?
　　Ji Mingzhao: ...? ? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)