Han Juzheng squinted his eyes and looked at him and said, "Young man, don't you want to learn immortal arts? This immortal's immortal art can call the wind and rain and scatter beans into soldiers, but this immortal art has not even been taught to the eleven apprentices I have received." However, this immortal is precisely looking at your qualifications, so he has a heart of love, if you can help me complete this staff, then I will teach you immortal arts, what do you think?"

Fang Ling took a deep breath, and now, if he and Han Juzheng were going to work against each other, he was afraid that he would not be able to get any benefits, so he could only accept it, so he made an awe-inspiring expression and said, "Thanks to the great immortal's love, the younger generation is willing to help the great immortal complete the magic weapon." ”

"Okay, Sheng'er, bring the knife!" Han Juzheng immediately raised his voice, and Zhang Xiaosheng took out the big knife on his waist and strode over.