Under the cultivation of spiritual soil and the day and night watering of spiritual water, the hawthorn tree species that he had obtained from the altar boss before was finally quickly born after more than ten days of hard work.

Doulei Zhenjun crossed his waist, looking at the verdant hawthorn fruits, and felt a sense of pride in his heart.

Just ten minutes ago, this young fruit was only the size of a soybean, but now it is growing rapidly and little by little in a state that is visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't long before the fruit of this hawthorn tree was fully ripe. However, pride is pride, and Dio Lei Zhenjun is still a little discouraged. Because the little girl who played with mud that the altar boss said before has not shown up until now!

"Zhenjun, will the girl that the altar boss said really appear?" Song Qingshu was wearing a neat suit and asked while standing behind the young man in white shirt.

"Who knows......" The young man pursed his lips, looking a little unhappy.

In fact, most people don't have much hope for this matter at first. Wang Ling has always felt that this matter is actually quite unreliable, but there is always no shortage of "fools" in this world. The altar boss who has kept this seed for so many years is one, I believe that if you plant a hawthorn tree seed, the girl will really come, and Doulei Zhenjun is also one of them......

Some people say that the more advanced the cultivator, the deeper the city government will become, so that in the end, everyone will become a demon in the eyes of the world. There are fewer so-called "romances", but seeing this "romance" in Wang Ling's order is actually a vital part of the cultivator's heart.

Therefore, cultivating truth does not necessarily have to be bitter and hateful, and not every cultivator has the same "romance" as Dio Lei Zhenjun.

Wang Ling sometimes felt from the bottom of his heart that it was really good to meet such a friend on his path of cultivation.

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In the evening of that day, the night street lights on the street next to Wenxian Garden had just been lit.

A figure suddenly came out of the crack in the space under the street lamp, this is a dead end, when the figure emerged from here, the road was scattered and the passers-by walked with their heads down, and no one noticed that a person suddenly appeared here.

"The space fog of the purple gourd cooperates with the current positioning system called GPS, and this seat in the world comes and goes freely." With Jiang Liuyue's body, the old devil looked down at his phone and smiled slightly.

Originally, when relying on the spatial mist of the purple gold gourd to move, it was necessary to deliberately come out of the exit first, and then lock the position with his own great mana, which was time-consuming and spiritually power-consuming, but now this operation is really much more convenient than before!

Old Devil: "Is this the positioning?" ”

"Yes, Lord Mozun, the one who took the seven-star sword lives here. There can be absolutely no mistake. The stone ghost face on the old devil's face made the sound of Jiang Liuyue.

Old Devil: "That's a villa area?" Which villa is known? ”

Jiang Liuyue: "The spy I hired before reported that there is a hawthorn tree in front of the villa, which should still be very recognizable. ”

"Then let's go and find it first, this time I must get the seven-star sword!" The old devil nodded and said in a deep voice.

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The two of them had just made a move, and in the backyard of Wenxian Yuan's Tuolei Zhenjun Villa, a person in a black cloak was already looking at the hawthorn tree from a distance through the fence.

This is a master who does not know the realm, and his aura is all collected under the black cloak, which looks extremely mysterious.

"This is it." The figure under the cloak whispered to himself, and then with a slight jolt, flew over the fence and came under the hawthorn tree.

Standing in front of the hawthorn tree, the man took a deep breath and sniffed the hawthorn tree carefully......

…… You can't go wrong! This hawthorn tree was planted by the same tree back then!

The tree species has been specially treated to produce a special smell of hawthorn fruit that can only be smelled by specially trained people.

The man stood under the hawthorn tree and felt some emotion in his heart, because there was not one in a hundred million people who could smell this special smell.

And as one of the eight children who were selected that year. He was the only one who survived the intense hellish training, and was trained to pinpoint the peculiar scent one from the pile of tens of millions of hawthorn fruits.

Five senses, mental method, body method, martial arts...... In the hellish training mode, he didn't have any elective courses, and everything about the cultivator, he had to cultivate to perfection.

And all this is to help the lord bring back the person who planted this special hawthorn tree species!

Now that the hawthorn tree has finally been found, the cloaked man's heart is almost as excited as a collapse...... How much he suffered in order to find this man who planted the hawthorn tree! How much suffering was suffered!

Finally!

Let him find it!

As long as you bring back the person who planted the fruit and hand it over to the lord of the house, you will be free in the future.

Over the years, I have been so tired of living......

Now, standing under the hawthorn tree, if he can, the cloaked man just wants to shout five words out loud - Lao Tzu, want to retire!

After a series of roaring roars in his heart, the cloaked man calmed his thoughts and regained his senses, and now the delay was to find the man who planted the hawthorn tree.

And just as he raised his head, a strange aura suddenly appeared behind him unexpectedly.

The old devil actually shuttled directly through the spatial crack and came to this backyard......

This action was very fast, almost instantaneous, so that the cloaked man didn't actually see how the other party appeared for a while.

At the moment of eye contact, the old devil and the cloaked man came to a conclusion almost at the same time!

- This person is definitely the one who planted the cottage tree!

- This person is definitely the junior who took the Seven Star Sword!

Moreover, the moment he saw Jiang Liuyue appear, the cloaked man actually had a kind of confidence in his heart to find the right person.

He had long known that the mansion owner was greedy for beauty, but he didn't expect that the mansion owner really liked this mouth...... He felt that the woman in front of him, the two lumps of weapons of mass destruction on his chest were a bit exaggerated!

The cloaked man put his hands behind his back, stared at the old devil in front of him and said, "My master wants to see you, please come with me!" ”

"Who are you?"

Now it was the old devil's turn to be surprised.

Are juniors so arrogant these days?

With Jiang Liuyue's body, the old devil began to carefully look at the cloaked man in front of him.

What surprised the old devil a little was that this person's aura was actually well hidden, and with Jiang Liuyue's current recovery, he couldn't detect it yet!

"I see...... It must have been that junior who knew that I was going to take the sword, so he had already taken precautions. You were sent by that junior? The old devil stared at the cloaked man and guessed.

Small...... Generation?

The cloaked man was shocked, there are not many people who dare to call the mansion master junior...... This woman is eighty percent difficult to deal with! But what the hell is that sword?

The cloaked man frowned, deep in thought.

After thinking for a while, the cloaked man actually took the lead, and grabbed the old devil with a hand!

Whatever that sword is...... Strike first, knock people out and bring them back!

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In the villa, Di Lei Zhenjun and Song Qingshu, who were holding a small meeting in the villa, were alarmed by the sound outside, and the two of them probed out their spiritual senses one after another, but they were both confused.

When did there be two more people in the backyard...... Why did you start fighting?