This is also thanks to Zhou Jinbo's guy who helped him refine the soul black spirit liquid.

Zhang Jun had to often cast spells to suppress the black qi in his body, he couldn't imagine what would happen if these spiritual qi broke out, anyway, it wasn't a good thing.

He knew that getting that soul black spiritual liquid was a mixed bag, with pros and cons.

If it weren't for this soul black spirit liquid, he would have died a long time ago.

However, at present, the soul black spirit liquid is constantly improving in his body, which is also a very terrifying thing, and if it breaks out one day, it will not be easy to do.

Zhang Jun used the sword sent by Zhongsun Wubian to cultivate with great concentration.

Sun Caiguo wanted to find his girlfriend Liu Xiaofei, but Zhang Jun didn't agree, because now is not the time, and he is afraid of affecting Liu Xiaofei, after all, it is an eventful time.

He and Sun Caiguo came to the Fenghai Sword Sect, and it was not as simple as simple cultivation.

Zhou Jinbo was killed by himself, and in general, his subordinates would avenge him.

Before he was sure whether it was safe or not, Zhang Jun couldn't leave the Fenghai Sword Sect.

Soon, a week passed.

Yang Shaoliu is busy with art works every day, thinking about making the image of the head Zhongsun boundless more vivid.

Zhang Jun's cultivation has been greatly improved, he stretched his waist, and saw Sun Caiguo at the door stunned, in fact, Sun Caiguo is a demon, it is young on the surface, but in fact, it is over a hundred years old, and it can't be seen at all.

Sun Caiguo always felt that it was not interesting to live, and thought that it was better to hibernate like an animal.

It was impossible, and every time he woke up, he found that he was still alive.

Even if he is plotted, he can't hang up, he has a special spell, that is, he can slowly recover from the injuries he has suffered, and he is as good as ever.

Therefore, he is an immortal skin, which is a kind of pain for him, and people who do not die also have pain.

Evening.

In the open space of the Fenghai Sword Sect, many disciples were present.

Zhongsun Wubian, Dongmen Fubei, Zhang Jun, Sun Caiguo, and Zhongsun Yashu, Zhongsun Wubian's daughter, they walked towards the open space, and there were several tall works of art in front of them.

Each one is very tall, and he is wearing a mask at this time, which is Yang Shaoliu wants to have a little mystery, and he will reveal his true face later.

The disciples of the Fenghai Sword Sect couldn't understand what a few works of art meant, and everyone was notified in the morning, saying that there would be a conference in the evening to unveil the art statue of the head of the sect.

Zhongsun looked at a few works of art boundlessly, very happy, and very excited in his heart, he didn't know how handsome Yang Shaoliu made his portrait.

Yang Shaoliu has caused trouble for himself a lot in the Fenghai Sword Sect, so it's okay if he doesn't behave well today.

Zhongsun Wubian nodded again and again, well, en, Yang Shaoliu, this kid, will come to things, grow and develop.

Yang Shaoliu stood next to the artwork, he looked proud, he was very happy when he saw Zhongsun Wubian and Zhang Jun coming, and it was the moment to witness his masterpiece in a while.

Hehe, can you not be happy.

"Yang Shaoliu, what are you kid going to do?

"Last month, this Yang Shaoliu blew up my wooden house, and I don't know what bad things I'm going to do today?"

"Have you heard? Yang Shaoliu wanted to refine and make immortal medicine, and later he blew up the big black cauldron of the Fenghai Sword Sect. ”

"He's a weird thing, I don't want to pay attention to him, lest I be blown up and killed!"

"This kid wants to become an immortal and wants to go crazy, how can there be any elixir in the world that will become an immortal immediately, think about it more, what kind of big dreams do you have during the day?"

Many disciples of the Fenghai Sword Sect were very optimistic about Yang Shaoliu, and they also had a lot of opinions about him, and they didn't know why the head of the sect, Zhongsun Wubian, didn't immediately drive him out.

Yang Shaoliu is also a well-known strange character, in the Fenghai Sword Sect, everyone knows about it, and everyone knows about it.

Although his cultivation is still at the intermediate level, this kid is too capable of making trouble.

There is a small fuss in two days, and a big fuss in five days, and the entire Fenghai Sword Sect will be tossed and scrapped by this kid, and the chickens and dogs will jump all day long, and they will not stop.

Zhongsun Wubian walked in front of several artworks and looked up.

Well, it's good, I don't know what the appearance is behind the mask, it must be very handsome.

Zhongsun is boundless and serious, and if he smiles too brightly, it is not in line with his identity as a high-ranking leader.

"Yang Shaoliu, what does this mean?"

Zhongsun Wubian asked Yang Shaoliu as he pretended not to know anything.

Yang Shaoliu saluted, laughed, and raised his voice: "Zhongsun Wubian Master, since I joined the Fenghai Sword Sect, thanks to careful teaching, I will make a few artistic statues for your old man, please smile." ”

This translation of words is very good, Yang Shaoliu is very good at talking, and his mouth and kung fu are all learned from Zhang Jun.

The disciples of the Fenghai Sword Sect listened to it and didn't understand it a little.

The art statue of the master?

They secretly scolded Yang Shaoliu for being too scheming, why didn't they think about this, it's okay to pat the ass or something, damn, tell Yang Shaoliu to take the lead.

Yang Shaoliu caused a lot of trouble in the Fenghai Sword Sect, and he actually stayed here safely.

It seems that people have always been the initiator of Zhongsun Wubian, and in the future, they must learn the skill of Yang Shaoliu.

Zhongsun Wubian frowned and pretended to be angry.

"Why don't you kid practice these things well? I'm just a master, everything I do for the Fenghai Sword Sect is what I should do, what are you doing for me like art?"

Yang Shaoliu hurriedly explained, didn't the head of the sect kill the remnants of several major pavilion masters, he was a meritorious person, and the Fenghai Sword Sect only developed and grew with such a head, didn't it?

This is also what the disciples mean.

This translation of words is also hit on Zhongsun Wu's boundless heart, Zhongsun Wubian wants to be happy and bloom, and he can't show it.

"Master, you can accept it, this is the intention of all the disciples, and it is also the intention of Yang Shaoliu. Zhang Jun should be in harmony.

Zhang Jun began to shout, and the disciples in the open space all followed suit, raising their voices several times.

Zhongsun Wubian saw this, not to mention how proud he was.

The old guy pretended to be displeased.

If I knew that this kid of yours hadn't been busy with business these days, he would have sent someone to stop this kid a long time ago, but now that it's all done, it can't be ruined.

The disciples thought that their head was so upright, only Zhang Jun and a few people knew what was going on, and secretly scolded this old guy for pretending to be deep.

Of course, Zhang Jun can't understand his unserious master, Zhongsun is boundless.

Zhang Jun threw a look at Yang Shaoliu, isn't it good to be artistic, hurry up and ask our head and the disciples to open their eyes, take a look at the true face, and he asked the other party to take down the mask.

"Okay. ”

Yang Shaoliu reached out and took off the mask on the artist's face.

The first two are the image of the master of the master, which is very realistic, with his hands behind his back, the image of a master, and the long beard is even more powerful.

The boundless image of the last middle grandson, everyone was dumbfounded.