I, The Holy Son of the Holy Land, Join the Chat Group

　　 As soon as the voice fell, Ning Beichen sent out a red envelope with his backhand.

　　 "Ding, Yakumo Zi received your red envelope."

　　 "Ding, Lin Jiu received your red envelope."

　　 "Ding, Gu Xun'er received your red envelope."

　　......

　　 In less than a second, this red envelope was completely snatched.

　　 Lin Jiu: "Two hundred points, there are two hundred points?"

　　 As soon as the red envelope from the group leader came out, Lin Jiu grabbed his hand instantly.

　　 originally thought that even if the points were issued, it would not be too much for him. After seeing the red envelope of two hundred points, he was instantly dumbfounded.

　　 The mahogany sword he wanted to buy just happened to require two hundred points.

　　 Gu Xun'er: "Wow, I also have two hundred points, so happy to fly."

　　Nan Xiaoniao: "The same two hundred, I finally got points to buy a small skirt in the mall, it’s good."

　　 噗嗤.

　　 When I saw Nan Xiaoniao, Ning Beichen spewed out a sip of wine.

　　Buy a mini skirt?

　　 Did you play the chat group mall as a Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen? You, change your clothes?

　　Feng Shuimen: "I also have two hundred points, is everyone two hundred?"

　　 Yakumo Zi: "Ah, yes."

　　 Heroic management: "It's two hundred."

　　 Gao Yao: "Me too."

　　 Thor: "There are now nine people in the group. Except for the group leader, each of them is two hundred. That is to say..."

　　 Thor Thor: "This time, the boss of the group sent a total of 1,600 points in red envelopes? Hiss, it's more than half of this mission?"

　　 Seeing that each member has received a red envelope of two hundred points, Sol broke his fingers and calculated it.

　　 was shocked immediately!

　　 actually took out half of what I had gained at one time and gave everyone a red envelope?

　　Should you say, is it worthy to be the leader of the ninth order?

　　Nan Xiaoniao: "One thousand six hundred points? God, how many small skirts do you have to buy!"

　　 Gu Xun'er: "I don't know how many mini skirts to buy. I only know that with so many points, I can cultivate from a fighter to a master in a short time."

　　 Seeing this number, Gu Xun'er was also a little dumbfounded.

　　 Although she is the little princess of the ancient tribe, the cultivation resources given to her by the family can not be compared with the things in the chat group.

　　 1,600 points, something that can be purchased in the chat group mall.

　　 is enough for her to be promoted from the current fighter to a strong fighter in a short period of time.

　　 Heroic management: "@八云紫, Sister Zi, look at the group leader, and then look at you, is it reasonable?"

　　 At this time, after Su Xiaoyu received the red envelope, he immediately hit Yayunzi.

　　 The bosses of the other family members took more than half of the points to receive the goods and gave them red envelopes. She, the guy who took the big head, didn't respond at all?

　　 Yakumo Zi: "Don't look, get out!"

　　 Highly important: "Sure enough, I am the leader of the group. I send a red envelope with so many points. The leader of the group is really good (broken sound)."

　　Bo Feng Shuimen: "The leader of the group, the big guy, Niubi (Poyin)."

　　 Thor: "The leader of the group is big!"

　　 Gu Xun'er: "The leader of the group is big!"

　　 Lin Jiu: "This kindness of the group leader is unforgettable for a lifetime, and there is no way to repay it! You can only get yourself..."

　　 Lin Jiu has been silenced for one minute.

　　 Heroic management: "Go on, you, middle-aged uncle, you still want to covet the boss of the group, what do you think of you?"

　　 Gu Xun'er: "That's right, is the leader of the group what you can think of? You have this idea, go find you!"

　　 Highly important: "......!"

　　 It's my ass.

　　 Hearing Gu Xun'er mentioning herself, Gao Yao's mouth twitched.

　　 Why did you get on your head again?

　　 "Well, good job."

　　 Seeing this scene where Lin Jiu was muted, Ning Beichen immediately gave Su Xiaoyu a thumbs up.

　　A big man, he still wants to meddle himself?

　　What do you think?

　　 In his lifetime, Ning Beichen, even if he jumped from Tianqi Mountain, he fell to death!

　　 It is impossible to have a leg with a man!

　　 The law of true incense does not exist in him. If there is, then this law shall be slapped and annihilated.

　　 "Hey, dog management."

　　 Seeing that he was muted, Lin Jiu also had a black forehead, but just wanted to express his gratitude.

　　 actually came to myself a mute package, which is simply the permission dog among the permission dogs.

but.

　　 Seeing the two hundred red envelopes he had received, Lin Jiu suddenly laughed again.

　　 "This time, the zombie that has been cultivated for hundreds of years, there is nothing to worry about."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, Lin Jiu also immediately opened the shopping mall function in the chat group.

　　 After a while, I found the five-hundred-year-old mahogany sword and bought it directly.

　　 "Ding, you need two hundred points to buy a five-hundred-year mahogany sword, do you pay?"

"Yes."

　　 "Two hundred points have been deducted and the purchase was successful."

　　 With the sound of this prompt, Lin Jiu's expression also showed a touch of excitement.

　　 You know, this is a five-hundred-year-old mahogany sword, can you not be excited?

　　 The guy in his hands is only a hundred years old at most, can it be compared with this?

　　 hum.

　　 Following a slight spatial fluctuation, amidst Lin Jiu's excited complexion, a mahogany sword appeared in front of him instantly.

　　 "A peach wood sword comparable to a magic weapon, but it's extraordinary."

　　 Looking at the golden body of this sword, and the trace of Taoism that exudes, Lin Jiu's eyes lit up.

　　 It's steady!

　　 With this guy's business, I must cut that zombie under the sword.

　　 "Master, the big thing is not good, Master."

　　 Just when Lin Jiu showed fiery eyes, carefully looking at the peach wood sword in his hand.

　　 A panicked shout suddenly came in from outside the Yizhuang, "Master, there is a zombie in the next village."

　　 Before Lin Jiu went out, a figure stumbled in, looking at him with horror.

　　 This figure is surprisingly one of his two apprentices, Wencai.

　　 "Who is in a panic, what kind of style is it?" Seeing Wencai's unbearable appearance, Lin Jiu frowned and yelled.

Isn't 　　 just a zombie?

　　 was so frightened to look like this, how will he inherit his Taoism in the future?

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Chapter 47:

　　 "No, Master, that zombie, he..."

　　 Wen Cai paled when he heard Lin Jiu's scolding, and quickly shrank his head.

　　 was so scared that the words were a little hesitating!

　　 For Wencai, although Lin Jiu is a good master, he is strict.

　　 also made him nervous, and even said that he was uncomfortable, "That zombie..."

　　 "What happened to that zombie?" Lin Jiu glared at him when Wen Cai couldn't say it for a long time.

　　 Somewhat helplessly, he shook his head. After seeing Wencai still looking at him nervously, he frowned and asked, "You said it."

　　 A zombie is scared like this, in what style?

　　 "The zombie ran out in the middle of the day and killed it in the next village. He was not afraid of the sun at all."

　　 After Lin Jiu glared at him, Wen Cai panicked again, and then he spoke clearly.

What?

　　 Lin Jiu was shocked when he heard this.

　　 Zombies who are not afraid of the sun?

　　 ran out in broad daylight, killing in the next village?

　　 "Could it be the zombie that has been cultivated for hundreds of years?" Thinking of this, Lin Jiu frowned again.

　　 Zombies, dead but not stiff.

　　 gathers the resentment of heaven and earth, unlucky luck arises at the same time, and is abandoned by the three realms of heaven, earth and man beyond the six realms, immortal, immortal, immortal!

　　 Take grievances as power, and feed on essence and blood!

　　 Among them, zombies are divided into eight levels: Purple Zombie, White Zombie, Green Zombie, Hairy Zombie, Flying Zombie, Walking Zombie, Fucked Zombie, and Non-Bone.

　　 This zombie that doesn't fear the sun must have reached the realm of stiff hair?

"not good."

　　 At this point, Lin Jiudeng's complexion changed, if he let this hairy stiff **** enough blood.

　　 Then it will be promoted to a flying dead existence. At that time, even if he has this five-hundred-year-old mahogany sword in his hand, he will not be an opponent.

　　 "Wen Cai copied guys."

　　 With a panic in his heart, Lin Jiu also greeted Wencai who was still panicking to get things out of him.

　　 If this really allowed the zombie to slaughter a town, the blood of those thousands of people would be enough for it to be promoted from Mao Zheng to Fei Zheng.

　　 By then, the world will be in chaos.

"Yes."

　　 Seeing Lin Jiu's changed complexion, Wen Cai also knew what was at stake, and hurried to clean up the guy.

　　 On the other side, above the town.

　　 Just when Lin Jiu and Wencai took care of the guy's affairs, they hurried over.

　　 Qiusheng, another apprentice of Lin Jiu, was cautiously confronting this Mao Zheng at this time.

　　 "It's so hard!"