"All deleted?"

"It should all be deleted, someone deleted friends before deleting the number, and I can't determine ......"

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Blood Wujian was silent for a moment, breathing a deep sigh of relief, his eyes were gloomy, but the corners of his mouth were cracked, revealing a smile, "These accounts alone are worth a lot of money, and I don't know who my friend made such a big joke on my Nether Blood River Car." ”

Standing opposite the Blood Boundless was a male player in ordinary clothes, with the ID on his head called Blood Yang, this Blood Yang carefully observed Blood Boundless's face, lowered his voice and said, "Boss, how should this matter be handled?" Do you want to ask some online commentators to eliminate the influence, if we let things ferment, the reputation of our Netherblood River Car ......"

Blood Wuji shook his head, "The basin is buckled on the head, and you can't take it off with your mouth." ”

Blood Yang hurriedly said, "However, now there are many people inside and outside the game who believe that the Netherworld Blood River Car is deliberately slaughtering the player Liwei. There must be forces behind this. ”

The blood boundless gaze extended, looking into the distance, where he was, was a huge cave, outside the cave was a cliff, white clouds, mountains far away, separated by formations.

His gaze stayed on the vast scene outside the cave for a while, and the color of the Yin Owl on the bloody face disappeared, "The public explanation was revealed, but it showed timidity, making people think that our Netherworld Blood River Car couldn't control his subordinates. ”

Blood Yang's face twitched, and he almost said that wasn't that what was going on.

Blood Wuji glanced at Xueyang, seemed to see through what he was thinking, turned around helplessly, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the cave, "But we can have today, we can attract countless players to join, relying on the ground is just fame, whether this fame is true or not, we can't lose it." They thought they could fight the Nether Blood Rivercart in this way, and I was going to follow this path and slap them in the face! ”

While following the footsteps of the bloody, Xueyang asked anxiously, "How to operate?" ”

Blood Wujian walked to the entrance of the cave, and there was a cliff in front of him, hesitated, but did not stop, stepped forward, green flames gushed out of his body, left the cave, and stood out of thin air.

"Storm Guiyang, no matter who is the black hand, I will use my strength to crush them."

The blood yang behind him was full of horror.

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Zhang Fang held the Shushan Daily, sat comfortably on the white stone, and skimmed the contents of the newspaper.

The world of Xianxia is huge, there are more than thousands of Guiyang, and what happens in it is indeed dazzling.

After reading it, Zhang Fang put away the Shushan Daily, and this thing had to be returned to the Furong King, but he didn't get up from the white stone, but looked around, feeling as if he had inadvertently found a scenic spot.

Clear spring flowing stone, there are several small fish swimming slowly in the spring, empty on the stone.

The surrounding environment is also quiet, and it is rare that there are no monsters and monsters to disturb you.

Zhang Fang looked at it for a while, simply didn't go offline, put away his equipment, and squinted here for a while, approaching Changdi Zuting, expecting that no one would dare to make trouble.

It's just that he didn't sleep for long, Zhang Fang's eyes suddenly brightened, and he suddenly woke up, first equipped with the Seven Evil Knives, and he was going to copy the guy.

"Why are you sleeping here alone?"

Zhang Fang put the Seven Evil Knives in his hand, followed the prestige, and saw that on the path by the spring not far away, there was a monk in yellow clothes, but it was the Zen Master Xiaoyue who had just met before the competition.

The moment he saw Zen Master Xiaoyue, Zhang Fang turned a few thoughts in his mind, and then he threw the Seven Evil Knives on the ground and bowed, "See Zen Master Xiaoyue." ”

Zen Master Xiaoyue raised his hand with a move, and the Seven Evil Blades flew up in the air and fell into his hands, this Emei traitor, the former dust destroyer, looked the third-order Seven Evil Knives up and down, and shook his head slightly, "This thing is powerful, but it hurts the heavens and the peace too much." ”

With that, he threw the Seven Evil Knives back.

Zhang Fang hurriedly caught it, he threw the knife just to symbolically show respect, but not to give up this treasure.

"Zen Master Qiqi, the Seven Evil Knives were given by my master, I don't dare to throw them away, I was shocked by the Zen master just now, so I accidentally fell to the ground."

You are an evil man, Tianhe, who is a fart, you are really a bitch and set up an archway.

Zen Master Xiaoyue didn't delve into this matter either, and a smile appeared on his face, "Your master should be the blue-faced Taoist Luo Shengji." ”

Zhang Fang was stunned, this was the first time he had heard of the real name of the Qingmian Daoist, he only knew the nickname before, but this was not important, even if he knew, he didn't dare to call him by his name in front of the Qingmian Daoist.

"It's the Venerable Master."

Zen Master Xiaoyue continued, "In my Changdi Cave lineage, you are considered to be the best, Changdi Daxing, it all depends on your generation, and you must work harder in the future." ”

Zhang Fang nodded like pounding garlic, but he came back to his heart, and began to think about the reason for meeting Xiaoyue Zen Master, according to his understanding of this Xianxia world, it is difficult for players to meet high-level NPCs in the wild, at least, the player's flight altitude is far less than that of NPC Dana, and NPC Dana will not fall down to take care of the player at all.

However, the promise on his lips did not fall, hum, ah, it was easy to fool Xiaoyue's words.

"Your master is also profitable, the dispute between him and the soul crossing was originally agreed by Senior Brother Huang Yun, but now that you have won, Senior Brother Huang Yun has given him a magic weapon to help him survive the tribulation."

Zhang was relieved, but he couldn't ask directly, so he could only knock on the side and say, "Shizun wants to cross the catastrophe?" ”

Zen Master Xiaoyue smiled slightly, "You don't have to worry, Senior Brother Huang Yun's Xuanguang Bead is refined by taking the fierce qi from the mass grave in Changping, which is enough to resist the Heavenly Tribulation." ”

What Zhang Fang is worried about is this matter, if it is because of him, let the green-faced Taoist survive the catastrophe, and then Yuan Zhen's plot will fail, and he will confess to Zhang, but it is very bad.

Zen Master Xiaoyue's magic power is boundless, but he can't really see through people's hearts, seeing Zhang Fang's worried look, he nodded with a smile, "You have such filial piety, it's really commendable, it's just that Qingmian is facing a catastrophe, I'm afraid that I have no intention of teaching you in a short period of time, you must cultivate diligently." ”

When Zhang Fang heard this, his heart moved, and he took over the conversation tentatively.

"Although the disciple encounters problems in his cultivation, he will never dare to disturb the master's tribulation because of this."

Zen Master Xiaoyue paused, with a smile on his face, "If you have any doubts, you can come and listen, you are a malleable talent in this sect, and you should ask your elders diligently about cultivation." ”

Zhang Fang immediately put the matter of the Qingmian Tribulation behind him, and he knew that Xiaoyue would not come to the door for no reason, guessing that this was the reward for winning the first disciple competition.

Otherwise, a big man like Zen Master Xiaoyue, ordinary players may not be moved when they die in front of him, and they will come to the door to talk so much nonsense.

Zhang Fang attached great importance to this meeting, pondered for a while, and decided to make the most valuable request, his face was solemn, as if he was holding, "The disciple once practiced the One Yuan Sutra and has been consummated, but he is suffering from the lack of advanced mental methods, so he prays for the advanced Dao method from his master and ancestor." ”

As soon as he heard that it was beneficial, Zhang Fang even changed his name.

Zen Master Xiaoyue was not surprised, nodded and smiled, "Okay, good, the One Yuan Sutra is the mental method compiled by the ancestor himself, and the superficial part is divided into three generations of disciples, let them choose people with good talent and hard cultivation to teach, and use the light sect, since you have already cultivated, I can teach the advanced Dao method." ”

Zhang Fang was overjoyed, if the advanced exercises of the One Yuan Sutra were a reward for the disciples of the family, it would definitely be considered rich.

However, after Zen Master Xiaoyue finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, and then frowned and said, "No, you only refine the mental method in the One Yuan Sutra, and you have no achievements in the Cultivation Instrument Chapter and the Formation Chapter, but you can't teach it." ”

Zhang Fang's expression of joy froze on his face.

But Zen Master Xiaoyue didn't say anything to death, but continued, "Okay, within five days, if you can complete your cultivation, I will pass on the advanced Dao method to you, okay?" ”

Zhang Fang's face instantly fell, what the hell, the teaching requirements of the blue-faced Taoist are only the cultivation of the instrument and the formation chapter, and there is a time limit here for Zen Master Xiaoyue.

Zen Master Xiaoyue could not refute it, he seemed to have achieved his goal, and a soft light emanated from his body, which was obviously a precursor to the launch of some kind of advanced retreat technique, and at the same time, he raised his hand and shot out a jade slip.

"Remember, you must cultivate hard, cultivate the One Yuan Sutra within seven days, throw out the jade slip, I will teach it myself, don't let me down."

The voice was still in my ears, but the figure of Zen Master Xiaoyue was gone.

Zhang Fang raised the extra messenger jade slip in his hand, looked at it carefully, and there were not too many ups and downs of disappointment on his face.