Read the file to cultivate immortality

Zhuo Bufan didn't know that he was favored by an 'evil' elder sister who liked to cultivate.

However, Mo Qiu's words did bring him a lot of inspiration.

If there is no technique, create your own technique!

He has now cultivated the mysterious body of life and death, which is equivalent to laying a good foundation. As for how to build on the foundation, it all depends on him.

"Old Zhuo, what did that beautiful elder sister say to you?"

As soon as he left the Sutra Library, Duan Xinghe couldn't help but pull Zhuo Bufan to find out.

However, Zhuo Bufan's mind is now full of self-created techniques, and he didn't hear what he said at all.

"Hey, Old Zhuo, what did she say to you? Why are you so nervous."

Duan Xinghe said jealously.

"Oh, you mean Sister Mo Qiu! Nothing, she asked me to create my own technique."

"Mo Qiu! You actually know her name? Mo Qiu, what a beautiful name, as beautiful as her."

Duan Xinghe began to be crazy, Zhuo Bufan rolled his eyes at him and said.

"Aren't you going to take the mission? Let's go."

Zhuo Bufan heard Mo Qiu's last words. If you want to create your own skills, you need to fight continuously.

Only by accumulating your own combat experience can you gain some insights. Creating your own skills is not something that can be achieved behind closed doors.

Zhuo Bufan dragged Duan Xinghe, who looked like a fangirl, to the mission hall on the first floor.

In the mission hall, there were a dozen people sitting in groups of three or five. They looked like they were drinking and chatting, but they were actually exchanging information with each other.

"Hey, newcomers, is it the eighth or ninth day of the first lunar month? Come this way."

As soon as the two entered the mission hall, a yellow-haired man in the corner waved at them and said.

It's better to say that he is a boy than a man.

The so-called yellow-haired boy should be the little yellow-haired boy in front of him.

He didn't wear a Japanese mask, his face was rounder, and he looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. There was a bunch of stupid hair on his head, and of course, he had two iconic dead fish eyes.

"August twelfth?"

Zhuo Bufan saw the nameplate on the boy's waist at a glance.

"Just call me Senior Twelve." The yellow-haired boy Twelve said to Zhuo Bufan and the others.

"Huh? Senior Twelve? This little brother, you look much younger than me." Duan Xinghe hit him mercilessly.

"Humph, I entered August Building before you, and I am your senior in August Building."

Twelve suddenly put down the wine glass and said angrily.

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, I can call you a senior, right? Senior Twelve, do you have something to do with us?"

Duan Xinghe stretched out his big hand and pressed it on Twelve's head, then pressed him down and ravaged him.

"Let go, dare to treat the senior like this, be careful I will cut you!"

As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly burst into laughter.

It can be seen that this Twelve is the youngest in August Building.

Looking at everyone's overjoyed look, Zhuo Bufan suddenly found that this so-called killer force was so harmonious.

Everyone sat together, drinking and eating meat, having a great time.

Occasionally, they would smile knowingly because of a joke, and they were all happy.

"This place is really nice." Zhuo Bufan said in his heart.

"Hahahaha, Twelve wants to team up with you. This kid has been waiting for you here for a long time."

A bearded uncle on the side explained to Zhuo Bufan and the others.

"Team up? What team?" Duan Xinghe's hand was still scratching Twelve's head.

"Of course it's a task team. This kid hasn't opened yet this quarter. He probably doesn't have many spiritual stones on him!"

"Shut up, you stinky third grader!" Twelve yelled at the uncle.

The third grader uncle raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, okay, I'll shut up. You're a sharp-tongued kid. I'm going on a mission, bye!"

After the uncle finished speaking, he walked to the "C" level task column, tore off a task list, and then walked to the counter.

Behind the counter, a red-haired woman who didn't look like a "Japanese-born" greeted him.

"Are you sure about Ouyang Ao's mission?"

"Yes, I am sure." Uncle Chusan replied.

"Well, have a safe journey."

After the red-haired woman registered, the uncle turned around and walked out.

"Senior Chusan, have you accepted Ouyang Ao's mission?"

"Senior Chusan, can you do it alone? Do you need a team?"

The "suns" next to him looked a little shocked when they saw the mission sheet the uncle was holding. Because the mission was very difficult, few people dared to take it.

"It's just Ouyang Ao, I will kill him with one eye and one eye, why do I need help from others."

This uncle Chusan is really domineering, killing people with one eye.

"Why are you pretending, stinky Chusan, you one-eyed dragon, if you have the ability, open your two eyes and kill Ouyang Ao for me to see!"

The yellow-haired boy 'Twelve' roared, obviously still angry about the previous incident.

After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan and Duan Xinghe rolled their eyes. Just now I thought that uncle Chusan was very cool, killing people with one eye.

As a result, he could only open one eye.

"Tsk, you yellow-haired boy."

The junior high school uncle rolled his eyes at him, and Zhuo Bufan found that there was only the white of his left eye, without a pupil. It looked a bit creepy.

"I'll tell you two secretly, this kid is very evil, and anyone who teams up with him will be very unlucky."

The naughty junior high school uncle secretly left a message in Zhuo Bufan's ear and turned and ran away.

Looking at the uncle's leaving figure, Zhuo Bufan grinned, feeling something bad.

"You two juniors, don't listen to that old man, he is my mortal enemy."

"I will take you on your mission, and I will ensure immediate success. I have the fastest 'Wind Spirit Body' in the August Tower, and I can kill people and behead them as if they were searching for objects."

After Zhuo Bufan and Duan Xinghe heard this, they subconsciously looked at the people around them and seemed to be able to see a hint of suppressed smiles on their faces.

"Senior Twelve, are you sure your wind spirit body is not used to escape?" Duan Xinghe said bluntly.

The whole audience burst into laughter again, obviously he guessed it right.

This Twelve with the body of wind spirit is indeed the fastest and the fastest to escape.

"You, you..." The Twelve blushed and looked at Duan Xinghe and the others angrily.

"We'll team up with you."

At this moment, Zhuo Bufan suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand and said to the twelve.

"Lao Zhuo, you..."

Duan Xinghe wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Zhuo Bufan.

"We have just arrived at the August Building and we need someone to guide us. I think everyone is very busy, so let's let Senior Twelve lead us!"

Zhuo Bufan smiled and said to the twelve.

Twelve, who was about to erupt, was moved to tears when he saw Zhuo Bufan's smiling face and his outstretched right hand.

"Chu Ba, thank you." Twelve stretched out his hand to shake Zhuo Bufan's hand.

"Hey Lao Zhuo, are you serious?" Duan Xinghe obviously felt that it was unnecessary to cooperate with Twelve.

"Of course, since we have shaken hands, I have decided to form a team with him, shall we?" Zhuo Bufan looked at Duan Xinghe and said.

When Duan Xinghe heard this, he scratched the back of his head and said, "There's nothing we can do about you, okay, just form a team."