The god list is now in the world, and the identity of the nine-star fighting saint cannot be conceal

Chapter 18 Yanhuang Order, the convoy 【Second update】

"It's easy, no thanks."

Xiao Ze waved his hand.

"Senior, can you leave your name? Yunyun will repay your life-saving grace in the future."

Xiao Ze chuckled lightly: "I'm not very old, so you don't need to call me senior one by one."

"There will be fate in the future, we will meet each other, what's the name?"

Yun Yun nodded slightly, looked at the Amethyst Winged Lion King not far away, showing hesitation.

"The sixth-order monster, I still don't like it, if you want it, feel free."

Tier [-] Warcraft, don't you like it?

Yun Yun was stunned, shocked in her heart.

"It seems that I still underestimated the strength of the senior."

After thinking about it, "If he doesn't have advanced cultivation, how can he maintain such a young appearance."

Kill the sixth-order monster with one blow.

Looking at the Jia Ma Empire, absolutely no one can do it.

"Front" Yun Yun subconsciously wanted to call her senior, but realized that the other party might not like it, so she changed her words:

"I came to the Warcraft Mountains to obtain the Purple Spirit Crystal, and now the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King is dead.

The amethyst crystal has no owner, let us take it. "

Xiao Ze said loudly: "The Purple Spirit Crystal is useless to me, you keep it for yourself, I think it's taking up space."

Hearing this, Yun Yun was speechless for a moment.

She worked desperately, just to find some purple spirit crystals to practice.

Good guy, others don't like it at all.

Really inhumane!

"If you encounter difficulties in the future, you can find me with this token at any time."

Xiao Ze waved his hand, the light surged, and a simple token engraved with the word Yanhuang hung in the air.

The moment the token appeared, the shadow hiding in the darkness suddenly changed his face.

"Is this the sect identity token?"

Yun Yun is the master of the sect anyway, she still has sharp eyesight, but it is limited to this.

Xiao Ze nodded slightly.

"forward"

Xiao Ze saw that Yun Yun was a little embarrassed about addressing her, so he smiled lightly.

"If you want, you can call me sir."

Yun Yun nodded slightly, and said apologetically, "Sir, Yun Yun is not talented and has already entered the sect. I cannot accept this token."

"The things I sent out have never been taken back."

Xiao Ze shook his head and said, "If you don't want it, just throw it away."

"This"

Yun Yun hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the token.

"I'll take care of it temporarily for my husband."

Xiao Ze didn't say any more, the bone spirit turned into huge wings, spread his wings and left.

"Congratulations, sir."

Yun Yun watched Xiao Ze leave, then looked at the token in her hand, feeling a little absent-minded for a moment.

I have never heard of a mask, nor have I met each other.

Why did the other party treat her so favorably.

Is it
"How noble is Mr., how can I have such a shallow idea."

Yun Yun scolded herself in a low voice.

But in his mind, from time to time, he recalled the scene of Xiao Ze hugging him just now.

"My lord, what's so special about that woman, you actually gave her all the Yanhuang orders."

On the way, Hei Ying couldn't help asking Xiao Ze.

"She is no more than a Dou Huang, and her talent is at the lower middle level in our Yanhuang Pavilion."

"Besides, she still has a sect. Isn't it a waste for us to give her the Yanhuang Order?"

The Yanhuang Order is Yanhuang Pavilion's recognition of the people of the sect, and it is the expression of Xiao Ze's will.

Unless it has made a great contribution to the sect, or has an unrivaled posture and power.

Otherwise, it is impossible to obtain.

"Little devil, you've been talking too much recently." Xiao Ze said lightly.

"The subordinate is rude, please punish the master."

The black shadow trembled lightly, pleading guilty.

In fact, it's not to blame for Soi Ying's talkativeness, it's because the Yanhuang Order is too precious.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the sum of the entire Yanhuang Pavilion will not exceed ten yuan.

The authority that the Yanhuang Order can have is very huge.

"Yun Yun's current strength is indeed not top-notch."

Xiao Ze said slowly: "However, her talent is not as bad as you think."

"Of course, that's not what I value about her."

Xiao Ze paused, and said:
"When you usually recruit disciples, you only use talent and character as the first standard.

There is nothing wrong with this, but a sect needs more than just a powerful individual.

There is also the strong cohesion and integration of the sect.

This is indispensable for Yanhuang Pavilion to go far. "

"My lord, what do you mean, this woman is quite capable of management?"

Xiao Ze nodded slightly.

"The Lord knows the pearl with his eyes, and his subordinates admire and admire him."

Xiao Ze interrupted with a wave of his hand, and ordered:

"Immediately ask the Supreme Elder to set up a flower hall in Yanhuang Pavilion. Only female disciples will be recruited, and the place of hall master will remain."

"My lord, do you want to leave the hall master's position to Yun Yun?"

Xiao Ze nodded.

Heiying analyzed objectively: "I don't think she looks like someone who would betray the sect.

Xiao Ze smiled mysteriously, and affirmed: "Sooner or later, she will be from Yanhuang Pavilion."

As long as the Yunlan sect has that old guy Yunshan.

The two have different views and ideas, and they are bound to have a rift.

Soi Ying didn't know why, but he was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.

Not long after, Xiao Ze came to the Tagore Desert.

"You slaves, hurry up, don't dawdle."

On the Tagore Desert, there is a convoy.

A large number of human slaves were being escorted in front of the convoy, dressed in rags.

"If you delay the team's time because of you, I will kill you all."

The leader of the convoy was a middle-aged man, shirtless, with a Dou Shi cultivation base.

plop~
Due to the hot environment and the extreme lack of water, a young man among the slaves fell to the ground.

"Don't play dead for me, get up quickly."

A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he said impatiently.

"My lord, let me go and have a look."

Behind the convoy, a fat man with no cultivation level flattered the middle-aged man.

"Row."

The fat man leaned down and sniffed the boy's breath.

"You're still angry, don't get up yet." The fat man scolded with a ruthless face.

The young man struggled to raise his eyelids, and tried his best to prop up the ground with his hands, but it was still useless.

"Don't waste time, just kill it."

The middle-aged man's expression was full of impatience.

"My lord, a slave is worth a lot of money. I'll try again." The fat man flattered him.

"Then try it, it takes too much time, I'll take you as a question."

The fat man nodded, pulling out a whip out of nowhere.

Immediately, he called towards the young man.

"Let you pretend to be dead, let you waste time."

The fat man kept beckoning at the young man with the whip, his skin was torn apart and blood was dripping from the beating.

The other slaves looked at it with chills, as if the rabbit died and the fox was sad.

After a while.

The fat man walked up to the middle-aged man and apologized:

"My lord, I was beaten to death by him."

Snapped.
The middle-aged man frowned and slapped the fat man.

"Then why are you wasting so much time?"

"The next slaves will be under your care. If someone falls down again, you will accompany them with me."

The middle-aged man looked straight at the fat man with a serious tone.

"Yes"

The fat man wiped off his cold sweat, and quickly responded.

The convoy moved on without anyone noticing.

The fat man quietly dropped a water bag at the boy's place.
(End of this chapter)