"Woo~"

In the Imperial City of Flood Wilderness, an inhumane cry came from a hidden house somewhere.

"Don't scream, isn't it just a hundred magic weapons? A certain voice was distraught, and when it heard the cry, it couldn't help but curse.

The cry stopped for a while, but he still said with a crying voice: "Boss, what you said is easy, that's a hundred magic weapons, you wait, I'll calculate...... 1, 2, 3, wow, millions of spirit stones, just gone......"

"Roll~"

A white light lit up in the room, and a big foot suddenly appeared, kicking directly on the ass of the crying man, curling him out of the distance.

There are not many people in the house, only a few people, but they are the people Lu Chen trusts the most now: Zhuang Wenyuan, Luo Xingyan, Xu Jin, Mu Yuanqing, Tie Shan, and Liu Hong.

Seeing that Lu Chen could still joke with Zhuang Wenyuan at this time, Liu Hong's heart was much relieved. Since he first met Lu Chen, the other party's cheerful and uninhibited personality has won the love of the old man, but later the mutation of Qianyumen has changed a lot for this hairy boy who has just stepped into the world of cultivation, and has become the vicissitudes that even he doesn't want to feel.

It has been more than a month since I returned to the Medicine Emperor City from Nanxiang Valley, and during this time, everyone has not done anything. Except for Zhuang Wenyuan, who occasionally went out, several people sat together to drink and chat. Lu Chen plunged into his residence, knocking on the hammer all day long. Yutai Xiaohu officially joined, became a member of the small organization, was accepted a soul and a soul, completed the absorption of three blood Bodhi, and became a master of the late stage of foundation building comparable to everyone in one fell swoop.

For this reason, Liu Hong also sighed with great joy, admiring this son's extraordinary resilience, even the violent blood of Blood Bodhi can be divided one by one without omission, but he is a little more stupid than before. The whole thing was stuffy there, and the three sticks couldn't make a fart.

In fact, it is no wonder that the blood slave has lost a soul and a soul, and there are defects in his divine sense, and the blood slave sacrifice method that Lu Chen only found from the exercises of the Ghost Sect is obviously not perfect, and it is unknown whether he will be able to make the Shentai Xiaohu become a complete blood slave in the future. But now it's good, at least his life can be saved, and he's not too stupid.

Liu Hong had always wondered about Lu Chen's next move, but he never thought that in addition to knocking and beating, Lu Chen was holding a golden skeleton villain and a knife glowing with white light to study and study, without the slightest sense of tension before the big event approached.

At first, Liu Hong thought that Lu Chen was waiting for Xiang Ning Xianshou to arrive, and single-handedly killed Lingxiu Peak of Guiyuan Sect to save people.

But later~

"That's a big move. Liu Hong sighed secretly, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Thinking about it, there are countless monks in the eight cities of the Flood Wilderness, and it may only be prosperous and lively when they are scattered, but when they really get together, it is not just as simple as prosperity. At the beginning, the Guiyuan Sect was still excited about the gradual prosperity of Guiyuan City, but now, I am afraid that the problem of too many people and riots has become his biggest headache.

Although he didn't go to Guiyuan City to experience it firsthand, Liu Hong could imagine the riots and chaos that could occur when so many monks got together.