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Wu Zhe's small team of four people got together and began to go to the team training point.

Xiao Ruoyao, I sue you, you can beat me, my husband doesn't care about you. But you can't slap me in the face! I'm still going to eat with this face! On the way, the narcissistic son Zong Zhilian gave Wu Zhe a solemn warning.

A normal person's face can have the function of eating, and the mouth is a part of the face. Wu Zhe complained. The starfish is the mouth and face are not together, of course, it depends on whether the starfish has a face.

Do you know what you did? The narcissist boy took out a small bronze mirror and looked at it as he walked: This is the most handsome face in the whole Qi country at present, and you have been knocked into a panda eye, you are a tyrannical thing!

You really know how to use words. Wu Zhe replied casually: God asked me to bring you a message, please don't belittle his aesthetics......

Mu Qingya couldn't stop laughing beside her, and even Hu Yunju, an idiot, occasionally smiled.

On the border of the outer gate of the sect, there is a place similar to an inn.

Trials Quest Workshop.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a bit of a dilapidated temple.

Is this a trade union? Or is it a place to open a copy? Wu Zhe thought about the rules of some online games.

Today was the morning of the first day that new disciples could take on the task, and I thought it should be overcrowded. But Wu Zhe and the others were surprised to see from a distance, and there were many people inside.

Wouldn't we?

Although most of the talent given to me by God is concentrated in the face, it is not wrong to lead the way. The narcissistic son walked into the trial mission workshop that looked like a broken temple, but saw that there was really only one maid sword holding a sign and looking at them with a smile.

The sword is the inner disciple of the sect who does things, and there is a sword card on his waist.

I saw that the sign held by the maid sword was written in red and white: All new disciple teams, the first task is: eat, drink and have fun for a day, and each surviving member of the team will add five points.

Huh, eat, drink and have fun all day?

Wu Zhe and the others were stunned for a moment.

Isn't that right? Wu Zhe doubted. The Sword Fighting Sect is a big sect, and it advocates positive energy, how can it guide its disciples to eat, drink and have fun?

Xiaosheng, please ask this beauty. The narcissistic boy leaned his neck and leaned up, and said to the female attendant who was holding the card: This is really the task of the new team of disciples? Why don't you see a few people today?

The reason why he bent his neck was because he deliberately pointed the left half of his face at the person, and he wanted to tell the other party that this was the most beautiful part of my body.

But he still has half of his face with faint panda eyes, which makes people psychologically collapse no matter how you look at it......

Of course, the same is true in previous years, it is a fixed practice, so many teams only send one member to take a look and leave, and there is no one. The maid Jian forced herself not to laugh, nodded vigorously, and said: "This junior brother, if you are unwell, you can go to the Yuan Healing Hall to heal. Neck sprain is a minor illness, and musculoskeletal injuries are best treated with metatherapy, which only requires two sect points.

As soon as Wu Zhe heard it, he understood that what he obtained by doing the sect task was the sect points, and he could redeem various benefits in the sect.

The narcissistic son didn't mind the other meanings in the maid's words, and hurriedly explained: It's not a neck sprain in the bottom, can't the beauty see that it's born in the bottom......

He wanted to say that this was a naturally handsome face, and he specially gave you admiration, but the maid Jian interrupted first: Ah, it turns out that you are born with a disability? It's really pitiful, you must not be treated by girls if you are born with a crooked neck, right? But I hope you want to open up, there will always be girls who will look at you in the right eye......

The maid's sword crackled and comforted, holding Zong Zhilian back for a long time.

Wu Zhe smiled secretly, how could this sword that received new students be a good stubble? The handsome guy who accosted him had more than a hundred methods, and he would have been soaked by the pickled girl a long time ago, where would it be your turn to be a narcissistic son?

Sure enough, in the end, the narcissistic son could only give up his hand and say goodbye.

Just as she was about to say goodbye, the maid suddenly took out a green book from behind her.

Senior brother, here is a detailed explanation of the sect's tasks, is it necessary?

Ahh

Wu Zhe hurriedly stepped forward and arched his hand: Your surname, this senior sister?

The maid Jian looked at Wu Zhe and felt that this little junior sister was very likable, so she replied: Everyone calls me Tongran.

Ah, I'm curious, I want to know what this book is about, can I take a look at it first? Wu Zhe asked seriously.

Take a few looks. Tong Ran was completely defenseless and handed it to Wu Zhe casually.

Wu Zhe took the book and flipped through it, and in only three or four breaths, he returned the sword to the maid.

The maid didn't pay attention to it, shook the book in her hand, and continued to ask the narcissistic son: Little junior brother, how about ten taels of silver a piece?

Hehe, I don't have to buy it anymore. The narcissistic son smiled and pointed at Wu Zhe: You little junior sister, her name is Xiao Ruoyao......

Xiao Ruoyao...... The maid sword thought about it, felt very familiar, and suddenly shouted: "Oh, you are the female disciple of the hidden star who is famous for remembering the arts?"

Wu Zhe turned around and was about to leave, when he heard that the narcissistic son's light yì was light, he leaked his bottom, and suddenly his eyes became a triangle with anger, and he kicked at the narcissistic son: You are stupid, how can you save money when you say it?

Mu Qingya also sighed on the side. She understands that since she lets the other party know that she can memorize the whole book, it is not good not to buy it, otherwise it will be easy to annoy the other party.

Yes...... The narcissistic son screamed: It's unpleasant not to say it-

I'm not happy if I don't kick you now! Wu Zhe hatefully took out a piece of silver from the waist of the narcissistic son, exchanged it with the book in the hand of the maid sword, and came back hatefully and kicked him again: Won't you make a lot of money in a muffled voice?

Okay, I'm going to sacrifice hue to make you refreshed...... Oops, oops...... When the narcissistic son said this, he was kicked a few more times.

Did you really memorize the whole book just now? The maid sword stared in surprise: Everyone is rumoring this, but I don't believe it at all.

Then I can return the book to you, and then you can use the ten taels of silver to invite me to dinner?" Wu Zhe said with a smile.

Oh, are you seducing your senior sister? The maid sword giggled: It's very similar to the tone of your boss in Qingling.

The tone of the boss of Qingling? Wu Zhe was stunned.

Zhai Lao Er and Chen Lao San know each other, but they have heard of the name of the boss from their mouths. So their boss used to be a disciple of the sect?

Don't be in a daze, now I'm announcing in the name of the captain...... The narcissistic son has been resurrected in a short period of time, and he took out an ingot of gold that he won before and shouted: "Serve the mission of the sect, go eat, drink and have fun!"

After saying this, the narcissistic son kept his hands raised to the sky, waiting for the cheers of the team.

...... Hu Yunshu didn't say anything, and walked straight out.

Mu Qingya gestured to Wu Zhe in sign language: I think this task of the sect is a bit strange.

Wu Zhe nodded and replied: Well, let's think about it carefully.

No one cares about the narcissistic boy at all.

The maid looked at the narcissistic boy who was frozen there, and said with a smile: Are you really the captain?

Of course. When it was time to pay, they obediently called me Captain. The narcissistic son coughed lightly and dusted off the sleeves of his robe: Even if I rank from my appearance, I am also the captain.

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