Chapter 230: Continuing to flicker

Those who have the ability, and can be fooled by themselves, in addition to Spitter and Qibao, there is only one Wang Daozi left. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Moreover, Wang Daozi is more powerful than Spitter and Qibao, and he knows more, so the chances of pulling him together to get rid of drought are even greater!

First of all, Wang Daozi has a quasi-real person cultivation, while Qibao is only a half-step Venerable (real person) cultivation, and Spitter is also a knight (Taoist) cultivation.

Moreover, Wang Daozi is rigorous, has a wide range of experience, and knows a lot of things, so he must be more familiar with zombies than himself. And what Wang Yuanfang has to do now is how to fool Wang Daozi!

Wang Yuanfang smiled, this is not simple, picked up the mobile phone and dialed Wang Daozi.

"Bell bell bell ......"

In the provincial city, in a small low house next to the crematorium, a mobile phone suddenly rang in the dead room. The cyan ghost king, who was dozing against the ceiling, was startled and almost planted.

"Who?" Wang Daozi, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked at his antique Nuo chicken and duck mobile phone, he didn't want to answer it, but the mobile phone kept ringing, and he had no choice but to pick it up and connect it!

"Hey, Wang Daozi, have you had dinner?" Wang Yuanfang heard that the thin old man answered the phone, and he was overjoyed. Lehehe asked.

"Is that you?" Wang Daozi on the other end of the phone listened to Wang Yuanfang's words, frowned, and asked, "Hurry up and return those things to me!"

"......" Wang Yuanfang was speechless, this thin old man really didn't die in the heart of the Yellow River, and he was still thinking about the magic weapons that were robbed by himself. I don't know if this is already a meat bun beating a dog... Ah......h Anyway, aren't you going to come back?

"It's okay, I'm hanging!" Wang Daozi heard that Wang Yuanfang was silent, and snorted coldly.

"Don't!" Wang Yuanfang is in a hurry, if you hang up the phone, then I will still fool a chicken leg. Wang Yuanfang took a deep breath and said slowly: "Wang Daozi, recently, a disciple of Maoshan bought that whisk, but he told me that it was fake. And the Tianji Disk, a crooked nut said yes, but he said that the Tianji Disk is not much different from the compass, and they have to lower the price......"

"You sold my magic weapon?" Wang Daozi stood up suddenly, his eyes were on fire, and he shouted loudly.

"Hey, let's get down to business, don't change the subject!" Wang Yuanfang laughed silently, and then said with a serious face: "So, I want to ask you to come and help me prove these magic weapons." I'll send you the address by SMS in a moment. Don't worry, as long as I get a good price, I will definitely get half of you......"

"Sell your ancestors! These are treasures! Wang Daozi was almost spurted out of a mouthful of blood by Wang Yuanfang's anger.

"Am I not poor...... Recently, my brother and I are in love again, and there are a lot of places to spend money! And the foreigner's bid was also quite high, so I ...... "Wang Yuanfang can't go on, he can't pretend anymore." He hung up his phone and leaned back laughing!

"Hey, hey, hey......" Wang Daozi yelled a few times, and found that all the sounds coming from the mobile phone were hang-up. He was so angry that he almost threw away his phone, but fortunately, a text message came in at the critical moment.

"I have to go there! Don't let that little bunny sell those magic weapons! Wang Daozi glanced at the address sent by Wang Yuanfang, and said through gritted teeth.

That little rabbit cub didn't know the true value of those magic weapons, and for the sake of money, maybe he would really sell those magic weapons. Wang Daozi was no longer calm, he took a burden and prepared to go out, and went to the train station overnight to rush to Wang Yuanfang.

"Made, Lao Tzu is going to be free!" Seeing the thin old man hurriedly packing up his things and leaving, the cyan ghost king who was sticking to the ceiling could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, and was overjoyed.

When this Wang Daozi goes out, Lao Tzu wants to go out and have a good time. Collect a few little ghosts, get a base outside, and when Lao Tzu's cultivation rises one day, he will turn his face with Wang Daozi and get out of the control of that bad old man......

The cyan ghost king, who was intoxicated with his bright future and imagined that he was sitting on the throne and accepting the worship of the little ghosts, did not see that Wang Daozi had already put away his burden, and took out a hidden yin talisman and walked towards him!

"Hurry!" Wang Daozi recited a spell, put the cyan ghost king who was still dreaming, and then folded it and put it away. Pick up your baggage and go to the train station!

"This time we should be able to clean up the drought!" Wang Yuanfang calculated and felt that he had a great chance of winning here, as long as the arrangements were properly arranged, it should not be a problem to destroy the drought fish!

If the drought fish knew Wang Yuanfang's thoughts, it would definitely smack Wang Yuanfang and scold: You don't even have a fucking real person, and you still want to kill Lao Tzu. Back then, more than ten of your heavenly masters in the world didn't destroy Lao Tzu, just a few of you?!

"......Hee-he Because, this is the one he dislikes the most!

"Ye Dongsheng, Master Ye, why did you call me in the middle of the night?" Wang Yuanfang said with a sad face: "I really don't want to participate in that commando team in the spell world!"

"There are difficulties in the world, and it is my duty to be a mage!" Ye Dongsheng said with a tiger face: "Since you are a mage and you have been selected for the commando team, then you must take on that responsibility!"

"......" Listening to Ye Dongsheng's righteous words, Wang Yuanfang was speechless, thinking that Lao Tzu was not enjoying himself on vacation, and Lao Tzu had to get rid of the drought... Well? Remove the drought!

Wang Yuanfang's tightly knit brows furrowed, and a trace of imperceptible joy leaked from his face. The drought is so powerful, and now that he is not sure to get rid of it, why don't he bring in Ye Dongsheng and his senior uncle Master Qingyun! At that time, it is best for Ye Dongsheng and his uncle to die together with that drought!

"Okay, I'll send you my current address!" Wang Yuanfang smiled evilly, took a breath and said: "But I only have two days, I will leave the day after tomorrow, whether you can let me join the commando team depends on your ability!"

"Promise him!" Ye Dongsheng hadn't spoken yet, and Master Qingyun, who was sitting next to Ye, spoke lightly. As long as they met, he was confident that he would persuade Wang Yuanfang.

"Uncle Shi, this place is a bit far away, we need to leave immediately!" Ye Dongsheng looked at the address sent by Wang Yuanfang, frowned and said.

"Let's go, then!" Master Qingyun was not shocked, and his face was calm. It seems that he doesn't care about the birth of the corpse emperor during the Mid-Autumn Festival, as if there is still a lot of time!