Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Master Haiyuan shook his head slightly.

"Ah? The white fierce ghost was so powerful just now? Why didn't the master catch him?" Cao Liren said in panic.

Master Haiyuan said, "don't worry, Mr. Cao. Although I didn't catch him, I hit him and annihilated him! I won't harass you again in the future."

Zheng Shao whispered, "brother Chen, was that a ghost just now?"

Jiang Wuchen shook his head. "He can't even dodge. Can you say it's a ghost?"

"What is that?"

"Without consciousness, you can't even call your soul." Jiang Wuchen said faintly. Then he walked towards the big monk and said, "monk, are you sorry for doing this?"

Master Haiyuan stared, "sorry?"

Cao Liren hurriedly explained, "master, don't share common knowledge with him. This classmate has a problem here." he pointed to his brain.

Jiang Wuchen sneered, "director Cao, is there something wrong with you?" then said: "it's so simple to get a million. Tut Tut, it's fast enough to make money."

Master Haiyuan ignored Jiang Wuchen. From the temperament of this young man, master Haiyuan felt that he was a little unusual. If he was a colleague, it would be difficult to talk. He had already got the money. He'd better speak less and hurry to flash.

At that moment, master Haiyuan began to pack his things. The first thing he took was the seven petal incense. This thing can't be outside all the time. If it's not neat, he won't be able to attract the big guys for a while.

Jiang Wuchen walked over and grabbed his wrist.

"Huh?" master Haiyuan was stunned. He looked back at Jiang Wuchen, stared and said, "loosen."

Jiang Wuchen smiles but doesn't speak.

Master Haiyuan was a little angry and warned, "smashing people's jobs is tantamount to killing their parents. What are you going to do!"

"Don't do anything, give me this flower." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

These seven petals of incense are master Haiyuan's sharp weapon for catching ghosts and the magic weapon of Hailong temple. Is it Jiang Wuchen's word that he gave it to him? At that moment, the strength in the arm expanded, and the wrist suddenly became thick.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wuchen still grasped firmly without any evasion.

"Ah?" master Haiyuan was surprised. At that moment, he tried his arm hard. As a result, he still failed to break free from Jiang Wuchen's wrist.

Cao Liren's forehead and temples are sweating. Zheng Shaohe and Mi Xinghe are eyeing each other. They are not afraid of master Haiyuan.

As long as Jiang Wuchen said a word, go up and beat this guy every minute.

In the girls' apartment, a large number of girls also noticed the situation here. Their mobile phones were aimed at Jiang Wuchen and master Haiyuan. Others exclaimed that Jiang Wuchen fought with the dead bald donkey.

Master Haiyuan failed to move twice in a row. His face was a little hung up. At the same time, he deeply understood that the strength of the young man in front of him was extraordinary.

"These seven petal flowers are the magic weapon of Hailong temple. You can't give them to you. You can discuss individual ones." master Haiyuan decided to give way and give the young man a step down.

Jiang Wuchen still shook his head and said, "I want it. You can also make a condition. How much does it cost?"

Seven petaled flower is not common in the world. You can use it to make soul power pill and improve soul power.

Now, Jiang Wuchen doesn't want to pass by.

"It's not a matter of money!" said master Haiyuan.

At this time, a cold wind suddenly blew from the north. Jiang Wuchen turned his head and flashed a touch of joy on his face, "hahaha, the Lord is coming."

"Hmm?" the great monk also felt something different, and his heart was a little alarmed, "what is the Lord?"

"Find your Lord." Jiang Wuchen said and released his hand. "You keep it first. We'll talk about it later. Withdraw quickly!" he said