Chapter 298 Ancient Martial Arts Tour Guide

Seeing that Xu Qing was silent, Tong Qianzhan frowned, and said unhappily: "Being able to worship under Wang Tiangang's sect is already a great creation, what is there to answer." ”

The old man only thought that Xu Qing was embarrassed to say that his master was still in the Xuan Realm, and there was some dogma in his tone.

Xu Qing smiled indifferently and said: "I haven't seen my master for a long time, and I can't answer what kind of diorama his old man is now, but one thing is certain, even if he is an ordinary country old man, he is still my master, and no one can compare." ”

The words are neither humble nor arrogant, it is tantamount to saying, my master is the best, and you realm warriors are floating clouds.

"Haha! This kid is kind of funny. Qiu Bieli laughed happily and said: "Let me ask you, if Wang Tiangang is really a country man, what do you learn from him?" ”

Xu Qing replied without thinking: "There are many things to learn, planting seedlings and sowing seeds, raising pigs and feeding chickens, picking manure and watering the ground, in short, he is willing to teach me to learn." ”

"Haha! It's a good pick of manure to water the ground, and it tastes different to talk about at the dinner table. Although Qiu Beili is nearly 100 years old, he has a hearty and straightforward personality, and Xu Qing answered without any disguise.

Only Ren Bing knew at the table, this kid didn't think of these two seniors at all, everyone was in the same realm, and no one could say who was the first to stabilize them.

At this time, the food came up and filled the table, each table was ten dishes and one soup, the dishes were full of color, flavor and flavor, and the amount was sufficient, and it really took some thought.

Just as the members of the Huaxia Martial Soul were feasting in the box, Lu Fuzhao was standing in the office and using a computer to communicate with a middle-aged Taoist priest with a thin face.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was wearing a gray preaching robe, with a bun on his head, his eyebrows were like lying silkworms, his eyes were like a phoenix, his complexion revealed a touch of crystal ruddy, quite a bit of a high-ranking person, his beard was black, and he was in his early forties at most from his face, but his actual age was far more than that, and he could hear it from Lu Fuzhao's title.

"Great Ancestor, the Huaxia Martial Soul is only afraid that the person who came this time is not good, are you really going to let them enter the inner gate like this?"

Lu Fuzhao always stood, bowing his waist as much as possible, and spoke in a respectful tone.

Great ancestor, that is the grandfather's father, Lu Fuzhao himself is already forty years old, this middle Taoist priest is at least a hundred years old, and he looks a little younger than his great-grandchildren.

"What should come will come after all, the Chinese martial soul is the sharp edge of the country, how can a high wall block the direction of the soldiers, let them in......" The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his hand directly after speaking, and the computer screen was white, and it turned out that turning off the computer could also be done with kung fu.

Lu Fuzhao shook his head helplessly, walked to the safe on the side of the office and stood still, reached out to hold the rotary knob and turned it left and right, and opened the cabinet door with a click.

The safe contained nearly a million cash and some ledgers, and Lu Fuzhao opened the bottom compartment of the banknote with his hand, and then buckled it on the inner wall of the cabinet with his fingers.

Bite!

A small drawer the size of a palm popped open on the inner wall of the metal, and Lu Fuzhao reached out and took out an object similar to a remote control from it and put it into his pocket, then closed the safe and walked out of the office.

The members of the Huaxia Martial Soul are all gentlemen except for Huang Pulan, and their appetites are all excellent, and the food on the table is swept into the Five Organs Temple like a wind, leaving only some leftovers.