The entire Ghost Temple understood what this talent meant. Regardless of whether or not Wuhua can lead the Ghost Temple to revival in the end, at least one thing can be confirmed: Wuhua is definitely the best candidate for the next Lord of the Ghost Temple.

With this relationship, everyone is very friendly to Anxi, except for Jianyi's faction. Jianyi was dismissed, but his power is still there, and he hates An Xian and Wuhua to the core, and he is incompatible.

An Xian also kept "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs", and everyone needed to borrow it, and because everyone thought that An Xian had already let her ghost servants practice "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs", she was more experienced, and sometimes she had to ask her for advice or two. An Xian, a sixteen-year-old girl, was kind and kind, had a good talent for ghost control, and did not have the frame of a deacon, so she quickly got along with most of the young disciples.

In the blink of an eye, An Xian joined the Ghost Temple for more than half a month. There are only a few days left before her three-month appointment with Liyuan.

"Hey, An Xian, your face ......" Several female disciples of the Ghost Temple surrounded An Xian, focusing their eyes on An Xian's face. They had already noticed that Tranquility's face was different every day than the day before.

An Xian smiled mysteriously, lowered his voice and said, "I have plastic surgery." "Alas, it's not easy for her to keep this face unchanged for half a month. In the past few days, she has completely lost control of the regeneration of her bones.

"Plastic surgery?" exclaimed the women.

An Xian mysteriously took out a picture scroll, "Oh, I'm going to turn myself into her!"

"Hahaha-" The women burst into laughter. After getting along for more than half a month, they are already very familiar, so they don't need to hypocritically hide their emotions and behave extremely casually.

"Silly girl, don't you want to pretend to be Nan Rong Anxian, right?" Yongmeng, a female disciple in her twenties, clicked on An Xian's head and couldn't stop laughing.

The picture scroll that An Xian took out was the portrait of Xianxin Trading House offering her a reward. She nodded solemnly. "Yes, Sister Yongmeng, how do you know?"

"Hahaha......" The women burst into laughter again.

Don't laugh.

In the past few days, more than 20 jokes of "Nanrong Anxian" have already spread in the immortal cultivation world. Ordinary communication is very slow and closed, but the immortal cultivators have their own communication tools, and there are all kinds of sound transmission spells such as flying crane transmission books and sound transmission notes. The counterfeiting scandal of ten sects such as Jiyi Island has long been spread. Now, the disciples of these ten sects have no face to go out to meet people.

When the female disciples of the Ghost Temple saw An Xian, they also had such plans, so it was strange that they didn't laugh.

"Hahaha...... Leisure, I finally know why you took this Taoist name! You don't leave a way for Nanrong Anxian to live. Hahaha...... "This one had slipped to the ground with laughter and couldn't stand up.

"What are you doing?" a loud shout rang out.

The women's laughter came to an abrupt end. Wuhua turned around the corner, walked over to An Xian, and took An Xian's hand. "Sister, let's go. ”

An Xian smiled. "Brother, don't blame them for this. I said that I wanted to have plastic surgery to look like Nam Rong Anxian......"

Wuhua frowned. "Why do you want to have plastic surgery to look like Nan Rong Anxian, she is not as good-looking as you!"

An Xianxin said: You are blind, my face has been shaved into sharp bamboo shoots, what is good-looking? My original face is a beautiful face, is it good?

"I want to be like this!" An Xian shook the portrait of the bounty in front of Wuhua, "Brother, I'm not here to go to the Immortal Heart Firm to get the bounty, I just want to be like this." "Quiet and coquettish. Since you have an older brother, how can you do it if you don't catch it well?

Wuhua hesitated for a while, stomped his foot, and seemed to make up his mind. "Well, since you like it, I'll figure it out. ”

An Xian winked at Wuhua, pulled Wuhua and ran.

Like children, the two ran like children, all the way until they ran in front of the quiet little wooden building before stopping.

"Sister, why are you running so fast?"

An Xian said: "I like it." ”

Wuhua was even more confused. He didn't understand what it meant to run, but he understood that it was all about leisure, so he smirked and said, "Then I'll run with you every day from now on." ”

"Brother, do you think I'm becoming more and more like Nan Rong An Xian?" An Xian raised his face. Wuhua was a head taller than her. She raised her face to make Wuhua see more clearly.

Everyone else can see it, and Wuhua naturally sees it. He said, "Sister, why don't you like your original face?"

"Maybe I'm Nanrong Anxian, maybe not?" An Xian tilted his head, almost telling him the truth.

Wu Hua nodded his nose dotingly, and said, "Nonsense! You are our nine's sister Fang Eleven!"

An idle's head drooped. Wuhua originally did not have a common name, he was born in a family of cultivators, and his ancestors have cultivated immortals for generations. As soon as he was born, he had a Taoist name, so he had no common name. Knowing that An Xian had a common name named Fang Shiyi, he had to name himself Fang Jiu.

"Sister, do you really want to be like this?" Wuhua pulled the portrait out of An Xian's hand and looked at it carefully.

An Xian flattened his mouth and nodded heavily. "I've already taken the shapeshifting drug, and it's too late to regret it. Brother, I'm really not ......."

Wuhua put her finger on An Xian's lips and didn't let her continue. "Sister, no need to explain. I believe you. ”

He took An Xian's hand, led her into the wooden building, slapped the portrait on the table, and asked An Xian to sit down. "Sister, I actually noticed a few days ago, your appearance is changing every day. I was just about to ask the hall master and the Supreme Elder to help you. ”

Rest assured. Her face definitely couldn't stand the scrutiny of Wen Zhu and Yu Tai. All they had to do was sweep the spiritual power under her body to see her bones move through the knife. She has been able to hide it until now, completely relying on the self-proclaimed gentlemanly style of immortal cultivators in the human world. A gentleman will never go to explore others at will.

"Brother, actually, ...... should you tell him the truth?" If he knew that she was not his sister, even if he didn't get angry, he would have alienated her in the future. It's easy to be idle and tangled.

Wuhua was distressed when she saw her sister so entangled. "Sister, don't say it if you don't want to. I guess, you must have been deceived by those people on Jiyi Island, and what kind of medicine did you take to change your appearance, so that you will be more and more like Nanrong An Xian day by day. ”

An Xian continued to tangle.

"Sister, don't worry, I will definitely find an antidote to help you restore your appearance. Wuhua patted his chest and said.

An Xian hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Brother, I am voluntary! I like this face, I want to be like this!" An Xian pointed to the portrait on the table.

Wuhua was completely incomprehensible. My sister looks good, so why should she be like someone else? "Do you really want that?" he asked again.

An Xian nodded firmly.

"Okay then! I'm going to tell everyone that my sister is going to be like Nan Rong Anxian! If anyone dares to laugh at you, I'll duel with him!" Wuhua said and did it, and immediately got up and left.