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I don't know if there are monks who are helping the country.

But one thing I can confirm is that the state does have such an organization that hires some monks on a part-time basis, and these monks do not work for the country, but only collect some money to do something for the country.

They call themselves the fifth group of national brands.

This fat policeman said that he was the fifth group of national brands, and I immediately understood what it meant.

The fifth group of national brands, the name sounds a bit funny.

In fact, it is a very loose organization, and as long as the monks are willing to answer the call of the state, they can enter the fifth group to earn a living.

Therefore, there are often some fledgling lads or charlatans who have not learned the arts.

I rarely deal with people in the fifth group. Not to mention the orthodox cultivators, who basically don't have any dealings with the people in the fifth group.

However, it is worth mentioning that several veteran-level old guys in the fifth group do have some weight, but I won't mention it here, and I'll show it later.

Look at this fat ** to take someone away.

I immediately stepped in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

He stared at me.

"Didn't you see that I activated the Que Heaven Array and sealed the shadow ghost?"

I'm a little dissatisfied.

"I can see it, but don't worry, we naturally have a way to seal the shadow ghost, you are now blocking in front of me, do you want to hinder us from doing official business?"

This fat man has an official tone, which makes me unbearable.

"Don't give me an official call. Who's to blame if the shadow ghost is let go! ”

I'm also on fire, and I've finally trapped the shadow ghost, if I let him mess up, then I'm not going to fall short.

"Get out of the way, we have our own way, we are a government organization, do you want to obstruct official business."

"That's a big hat."

I sneered.

"I just can't let you take Yue Song away today."

At the critical moment, I still toughened up. In my opinion, this kind of half-baked monk is really a rat poop that spoils a pot of porridge.

The fat man looked at me with tiny eyes.

There was a wave of unhappiness in his eyes.

I've seen so many people and sealed so many ghosts, so I naturally have a little experience in seeing people.

Of course I know what this fat man means.

A half-hung cultivator, mixed into the fifth group, ate the imperial food, and naturally wanted to perform more and fight for himself more.

Today's matter was originally handled by me and Tongtian.

Now that the truth is revealed, it's time to catch the murderer. Of course, he had to jump out and take the half-ripe fruit and go back to ask for credit.

Generally speaking, if you meet an ordinary monk, you will also retreat.

It's a pity that today's events are a bit special, the Que Tian Array can only trap the shadow ghost, leaving the room is leaving the Que Tian Array, and the shadow ghost will enter the sea and escape.

Naturally, I can't back down.

This turned into an embarrassing situation of needle-to-wheat mang.

"I advise friends to understand current affairs, you will be different from the past, you don't fold here." His words were threatening, and I was uncomfortable to listen to.

I took a step back, pulled something out of my snug-fitting pocket, and strapped it to my arm.

That's a line sign. It is one of the logos of the Tsutenkai.

"What do you mean?"

The fat man became nervous, and he saw that I was not good.

"Fellow Daoist, in the next covenant battle, if you win in the next one, I will let you take Yue Song away. If you lose, please leave on your own. In the next, Tongtian Society, low-level foot merchants, iron sky! ”

The monks in Group 5 who followed him all stared at the fat man.

I really put this fat man on the bar.

Go on, I'm afraid of losing. If you don't go up, I'm afraid of losing face and losing people.

"Under Li Xiaoyang, railway friends, please."

He arched his hand and fought hard.

I secretly snickered, Li Xiaoyang, such a chic name, but he is a fat man of power.

Our small-scale competition will not be too explicit, and the so-called cultivators will not fight to the death.

Take to the football field of a nearby elementary school.

It happened to be a day off, and there was basically no one at the school except for the janitor.

The doorman was also knocked unconscious.

I stood face to face with Li Xiaoyang, and I could see that he was very nervous, and he probably didn't have much experience fighting against people.

"In the Aurora Cave of the South China Sea, Master Shizun is a scattered cultivation aurora."

As he spoke, nervous sweat flowed down his face.

I smiled.

said: "Loose cultivation, Tongtian will be iron." ”

Then, a member of the fifth group shouted, and began.

I just tossed the Storm Talisman lightly. In an instant, 10,800 spiritual power short swords burst out, one by one glowing in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Li Xiaoyang.

"Mom!"

This fat man**, with a loud scream, sat directly on the ground.

I was also stunned, this is a loss, there is no resistance at all?

"Fellow Daoist, I lost!"

He shouted.

I controlled the spiritual power dagger to explode in the sky, and the light reflected Li Xiaoyang on the ground, who was covered in sweat.

At this moment, he was sweating profusely, and he was a little scared and fainted.

"The fifth group really disappointed me."

I shook my head, feeling a little sorry that I had wasted a Storm Talisman.

However, a voice came from a distance and picked up my words.

"The leader of the fifth group, Lan Mo, has asked the Daoists of the Tongtian Society for advice."

For a moment, I felt the ground shake,

Here comes a master!

To be honest, I don't know who this person named Lan Mo is and what his abilities are.

In fact, it is also normal, although the circle of the cultivation world is not big, it is not small.

A lot of nameless casual cultivators are very powerful, but they just don't show up.

Since the person who came said that he was the elder of the fifth group, it seemed that he had some ability.

The ground was indeed shaking beneath my feet, and then I saw an uncle in the distance with a big sword on his back, wearing a blue coat, an exploding head, and jeans walking step by step.

With each step he took, the ground shook as if to meet his pace.

He walked up to me slowly, a head taller than me.

Visually, there are more than 2 meters. Just looked at me condescendingly.

"Uncle, you're a rock 'n' roll, right?"

Behind me, a young female disciple of the Babel Society shouted.

Lan Mo almost fell, slammed the big sword behind his back into the ground, and shouted, "I'm a cultivator!" ”

I put my hands in the pockets of my black coat and looked up at him.

"Your Excellency is from the fifth group?"

At this time, Li Xiaoyang, who was paralyzed on the ground beside me, suddenly shouted.

"Brother Lan, it's this Tongtian Sect's foot merchant who said that our fifth group is all waste. Brother Lan stood up for me! ”

Saying that, Li Xiaoyang got up and wanted to walk into Lanmo. Unexpectedly, as soon as Lan Mo shook his arm, Li Xiaoyang's entire fat body flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother Lan, how are you!"

Li Xiaoyang rolled on the ground in pain and shouted in confusion.

Lan Mo held the hilt of the big sword in his right hand and said, "The fifth group is not a waste, but you are indeed a waste. ”

At this moment, I am observing the big sword of blue ink.

This is really a very powerful, very thick sword.

The sword is about 1.7 meters long and half a meter wide, and the hilt is about 30 centimeters long, with two black dragon heads wrapped around the hilt. There was a faint black light flickering on the sword's body, reflecting an astonishing murderous aura and resentment.

"Good sword."

Lan Mo heard my words and agreed.

"You're right, this fat man is really cheap."

I was speechless.

After Lan Mo answered my words, he directly put the big sword on the sword.

Then he pointed at me and said, "Your name is Tie Tian, right, you just said that our fifth group disappointed you?" Then fight with me, and if you win, I count you as capable. ”

My mind was racing, and this big man with a sword was definitely a martial idiot-type cultivator. It should be a sword-based cultivator, and seeing that he can make such a domineering sword, his strength must not be weak.

This fight is not worth fighting.

"Your Excellency, are you going to be strong? Did I make a bet with Li Xiaoyang just now? ”

I asked rhetorically.

Lan Mo laughed and said, "Naturally, Yue Song will be left to you." ”

Li Xiaoyang, who was lying on the side, shouted violently.

"Brother Lan can't do it, that's the person the leader of the group asked to bring back!"

"If I say the number, I will make the number, you don't use the leader to press me!"

Lan Mo roared.

I have a good impression of this uncle, who is big-hearted, avant-garde, and unmistakable.

I don't really want to fight Blue Ink at all. Generally speaking, I don't want to fight with martial arts idiots, so I fight the other party with all my strength and fight for my life.

The Fourth God is an example, Brother Neng is an absolute battle freak. When I was trained by him, it was the most painful time for me. Physical and psychological devastation.

And Brother Neng often goes berserk, in his words, he fights hard, and if he accidentally uses force. Then as soon as I exerted force, I was seriously injured.

So, as a result, I'm extremely reluctant to fight with martial idiots, and I'm sorry for Telaipi.

But it seems that Lan Mo is unwilling to let me go.

The black qi on the big sword jumped to the test, and I saw the desire to fight in Lan Mo's eyes.

In the past, when I released the stars, Brother Neng had this kind of look in his eyes, and he said that he wanted to fight with Sima Tian to see who was powerful.

"I don't want to fight with you, I still have something."

I turned around and left.

But Lan Mo blocked me with practical actions, and a black sword qi swept directly past my side, leaving a deep trace on the playground.

"Lan Mo wants to ask for advice on the mastery of the Tongtian Society."

Lan Mo raised his sword high, his expression solemn, and shouted behind me, his momentum like a rainbow.

I actually heard a few female disciples of the Tongtian Society whispering that he was very handsome.

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