"Hey, wake up!" Wu Ming dragged Xiang Tian who was lying on the wooden chair in the pavilion.

Xiang Tian slowly opened his eyes, and after seeing Wu Ming's sister, he kept stepping back in fright: "Damn, what the hell are you?"

"You're the thing?!" Wu Ming's sister clasped her hands and pursed her small mouth upward.

In other words, are the cold girls so unbearable, I can't guess it?!

"Okay, junior sister, don't make trouble. A scholar-like person interrupted Wu Ming's words.

Xiang Tian shifted his gaze to the scholar, and then he was even more frightened: "This Nima's male and female ghosts!"

Wu Ming was a little unhappy: "You are the ghost! You dead rascal." ”

"Xiang Tian Shaoxia, junior sister is stubborn, I hope that Shaoxia will bear with me for my unreasonable things before!" the scholar bowed and apologized.

Seeing that this scholar's demeanor was extraordinary, Xiang Tian was not so afraid of this scholar in his heart. He strengthened his courage and carefully looked at this scholar, who was about to be in his early twenties, wearing a green coat, holding a white painting fan in his right hand, and hanging an ordinary bronze sword between the swings, but he looked like a private school teacher who taught and educated people.

"Do you know my name is Xiang Tian?" asked Xiang Tian.

The scholar opened the white paper fan and said with a smile: "Of course, you are the number one hero in the world in the future, no one knows, no one knows!"

"Haha! Too modest! Anyway, you even know about this? So, you have investigated quite thoroughly?" Xiang Tian asked tentatively, "My injuries were also healed by you?"

"Well, your eyes are caused by flower poison on the other side, and what our Maoshan faction is best at is detoxification and alchemy, so your eyes can see again, as for your skills, .....!" the scholar stopped when he wanted to speak.

"I tried my luck before, and I always felt that my qi was not smooth, I don't know why?" said Xiang Tian.

The scholar opened the white paper fan and slowly shook it: "This is the sequelae of closed qigong!"

Closed Qigong?!Xiang Tian actually knows the mastery of the Maoshan faction!

"Is there any sequelae of this kung fu?" Xiang Tian disagreed.

"Hmm!" the scholar laughed wildly: "If you want to recover your previous skills, you have to wait at least half a month!"

"Half a month?!" Xiang Tian couldn't imagine that this closed qigong had such serious sequelae: "Is there any other way?"

"Yes, yes, but you have to promise me one thing before I can tell you. The scholar's face began to slowly become solemn.

Sure enough, there are not so many selfless good people in the world!

In other words, why did this scholar save himself?!

"You say!" said to the scholar.

The scholar said: "I want you to be the head of my Maoshan faction!"

After Xiang Tian heard the scholar's words, his mouth was wide open, and he even doubted that he had heard it wrong.

"Dude, we just met, you're going to give me a CEO? are you sure?" nodded to the sky.

"This position was yours!" the scholar laughed.

Xiang Tian was shocked when he heard the scholar's words: "How can you say this?"

"The trust of the old man!" the scholar stared at the sky with his eyes.

Xiang Tian didn't speak, thinking silently.

"Think about it?!I can only give you three days!" After the scholar finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave: "Oh! By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing, in five days, your lover Thousand-Faced Fox will tie the knot with Wang Huachao, the eldest disciple of the Tianshan Sect! This is an invitation!"

After the scholar finished speaking, he handed the invitation to Xiangtian!

Xiang Tian opened the invitation: "To Qing Yizi, the acting head of the Maoshan faction: Wang Huachao, the eldest disciple of this faction, will hold a wedding ceremony with Hu Die, the eldest disciple of the old mother of Lishan, on July 14, and I hope that your faction will celebrate with a face." The head of the Tianshan faction. ”