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Su Muhan reappeared in front of the gate of Wolong Valley, carrying an object wrapped in rags in his hand.

Because he was no longer a raw face, Su Muhan was quickly put in by the guards inside.

Xia Lan, Yang Han, and Xue Buregret quickly followed out to see the situation.

Xia Lan found that Su Muhan's clothes on his shoulder were torn, and there were blood stains on his head, so she was nervous, and hurriedly ran over to check it carefully, but when she looked at it, she found that Su Muhan's shoulder had no wounds......

"Don't worry, it's okay, it's healing." Su Muhan gently comforted Xia Lan.

Such a wound and such a amount of bleeding are not a big scene compared to Grandma Li's murderous bloodletting medicine at the beginning.

"You...... What is this? Come back to pick up your luggage? ”

The senior brother looked at Su Muhan's clothes and seemed to be a little embarrassed, his face was not happy, and the package in his hand did not have the shape of the human head.

However, these two girls came empty-handed, do they have luggage?

"Mu Han, it's okay! We will find a better way out in the future! ”

Listening to the words of the senior brother, Xia Lan's heart was also a little trembling and lost, let's go, there is no place to stay here.

"Luggage? Do you think we have luggage? ”

Su Muhan responded to Yang Han's question with a question, patted Xia Lan on the shoulder, and said to Yang Han, "You better take me to see the head of the sect." ”

Yang Han doesn't care, if he doesn't die in the heart of the Yellow River, if the mission is not successful, he will only be scolded when he sees the head of the sect.

If people want to be scolded, they don't have to stop it.

So the group quickly arrived at the door of the hall of Mr. Dongfang Shuo, the head of the Wolong Valley.

Dongfang Shuo, the first chief teacher of the Wolong Valley Immortal Pavilion, is responsible for the daily practice of the Immortal Pavilion.

He is old-fashioned and serious, dressed solemnly and neatly, like an inviolable and non-casual joke.

"Who's under the seat?"

The student asked to see him, and Dongfang Shuo quickly asked Yang Han to take Su Muhan and Xia Lan into the lobby of his building.

And in fact, Dongfang Shuo and Su Muhan didn't know each other, so Dongfang Shuo asked each other.

"Disciple Su Muhan, at the request of Mr. Dongfang, go and fetch the head of that captain Chi Qian."

Dongfang Shuo's face changed slightly: "You are Su Muhan?" ”

"Yes, the disciple is Su Muhan."

"You don't have to call yourself a disciple, I didn't promise to accept you as a disciple in Wolong Valley."

Su Muhan's clothes were ragged, and Dongfang Shuo was quite displeased.

And the so-called going to take the head of the captain Chi Chi is just the dream of the ancestor of Master Xuanxu, a dream of driving these strangers out of Wolong Valley, who would take this kind of thing seriously!

Otherwise, how could the head of the dignified Immortal Pavilion let a strange girl perform any task!

That lieutenant is late, for the sake of the world, the physique is unique, where is such a girl can get the first level!

"Brother or not, I don't think it matters, but I got it for you according to the agreement, do you like it or not."

Dongfang Shuo held his posture, and Su Muhan was naturally displeased.

"The head? What head? ”

Dongfang Shuo heard Su Muhan's words clearly, but because he couldn't believe it, he subconsciously ignored the words 'Wei Chiqian'.

It should be a slip of the tongue, Mr. Dongfang Shuo thinks.

Su Muhan didn't say a word, and directly threw the burden in his hand on the ground, and then, a pile of black sand was sprinkled on the ground.

The color of the black sand is bright and clear, bright as a mirror, and very textured.

Yang Han and Xue Buregret couldn't help laughing out loud when they saw Shazi on the side......