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"Ah...... Senior, wait a minute, such a big little second can't be the master, I'll summon the Han Hall Master!"

After the white-haired old man was shocked for a while, he quickly took out the messenger, made a few gestures, and began to wait while sorting out and classifying the more than 10,000 waist cards.

"Kumi Protector?"

"Chrysanthemum Explosion Protector?"

"Nine Leader Dorjee is angry?"

"Dorje Mei Sakurako, the former owner of Muraszlo Island?"

"Oh my God, didn't I hear from the Han Hall Master, Dorjee Mei Sakurako is a monk at the peak of foundation building, and there are nine ghost slaves in the foundation building period, tens of millions of ghost pawns, how can it fall so silently?"

The little second child was completely stunned, and he couldn't help but go crazy.

At this time, some other monks who had exchanged contribution points also walked in one after another, and they were also completely shocked!

They all looked shocked by the disbelief in evil, swept around on the waist cards piled up into a small mountain, and asked the second child a word or two, but the white-haired old man after the madness was very busy, but he didn't have time to deal with these people.

In the end, the eyes of these people focused on the black-clothed monk who was wrapped in black robes, and looking at this black-clothed monk's indifferent appearance, many monks who wanted to come forward to make friends stopped and waited stupidly.

"Old man Liu, what's the matter with Han, don't you know that Han has been very busy lately?" While everyone was waiting, an unusually familiar voice from behind the counter sounded from behind the counter.

"Lord Han Palace, don't bother the little old man, how dare the little old man work hard without a big deal?" The white-haired old man smiled a little bitterly, and hurriedly bowed to the person who came.

"Ah, with so many waist cards, no fellow Daoist would be lucky enough to find a nest of imperial rookies who will have time to escape in the future, right?"

When the hall master of Han glanced at the more than 10,000 Winning Country Cultivation True Period house slave waist cards that had been classified on the counter, he suddenly showed a stunned expression, and secretly thought: Which shameless foundation building period monk must be lucky to find a nest of Winning Kingdom fledglings who will have time to escape in the future, and after killing them, it is difficult to show off here, isn't this more than 10,000 contribution points?

"That's a lot!"

When the Han Hall Lord swept towards the seventy or eighty Qi Refining Period Clans, a dozen or so guards, and three Dharma Protectors again, he was a little puzzled, at this time, the enemy Ying Gao had already sent these monks back, right?

Because even if the enemy doesn't care about the life or death of the young birds in the cultivation period, the family members, guards, and Dharma protectors in the Qi refining period should take care of one or two, right? These people should be arranged to return to China, right? I really don't know where these unlucky ghosts were tortured and killed?

"Huh, this is Dorjee's angry killing card?"

"Huh? And Nexus Sakurako's waist card? How is that possible?"

When he saw the Nine Leader Dorjee's angry waist card and the even more terrifying old ghost broken waist card of the former island lord Dorjee Mei Sakura, this Han Hall Lord couldn't calm down at all, and the shocked look on his face was no less than the performance of the previous people.

"I don't know what this fellow Taoist is called?"

After being shocked, the hall master of Han focused his gaze on the black-robed man in front of the counter, and bowed down with great respect.

"The surname is Xiao!"

The black-robed man slowly spit out these two words in a hoarse tone, looking indifferent as gold.

"Oh! it turned out to be Xiao Daoyou, I don't know what Xiao Daoyou wants in exchange?"

Seeing the black-robed man's indifferent appearance, the Han Hall Lord did not have a half-displeased look, but still had a warm and awe-inspiring look.

"Tsukidan!"

The black-robed man said indifferently again.

"It turns out that Xiao Daoyou is preparing for the juniors to build a foundation, but now there are fewer and fewer monks who can think about the juniors like their predecessors, Han admires!"

The hall master of Han still bowed to the black-robed man, and he did not change in the slightest because of the black-robed man's indifferent attitude, and he completely treated the elders.

"Still for juniors? Your grandfather's, Wu's own Tsukidan has not been found, which junior is still thinking about? Han Wuya, don't ink, quickly bring Tsukidan, and the master will flash immediately!"

Wu Shaoyu sneered in his heart, but he didn't say a word on his lips, he just snorted unhappily, as if urging the other party to hurry up, and he wanted to leave quickly.

This so-called Han Hall Master turned out to be the former Xin Commander Han Wuya, but at this time, he already had the cultivation of the foundation building period, and for some reason he became the hall master of this so-called exchange contribution points.

What made Wu Shaoyu feel very depressed was that among the more than 20 monks in the foundation building period next to him, he saw Yang Zhenyu, Zuoqiu Xiaotian, and Tian Er's widow Liu Yuhua, three old acquaintances, but he didn't see Tian Zhenshan among the four.

Seeing that the person opposite didn't intend to take care of his intentions at all, this made Han Wuya, who wanted to make friends, suddenly disappointed, and said to the white-haired old man beside him with a little bit of stupidity: "Have you calculated how many contribution points?"

"Calculated, a total of 153,821 in total!"

The white-haired old man saw that his hall master looked deflated, and his heart was immediately refreshed, and he said secretly: "You have been extremely arrogant since you advanced to the foundation building period, and this time you are deflated!"

It's just that although the white-haired old man thought so in his heart, he immediately said in his mouth.

"That's it! According to the rules, 100,000 contribution points can be exchanged for one Zhuji Dan, regardless of Xiao Daoyou's sake, for the sake of Xiao Daoyou killing enemies for the country, Han Mou will make up for the remaining contribution points, and give Xiao Daoyou two Zhuji Dan, how about a good fate?"

Han Wuya slaughtered himself very painfully, and said that he had sold the next ten years to Xuanguo. Because under normal circumstances, Han Wuya only earns more than 5,000 contribution points a year, which is nearly 50,000 contribution points, which is enough for him to spend more than ten years on repaying contribution points.

However, Han Wuya is also resolute and shrewd, and he doesn't think that he will suffer, a monk who can kill nine ghost pets in the foundation building period, tens of millions of ghosts, and is himself the peak of qi refining, such a perverted character, will he suffer?

"Hmph! Xiao has always been reluctant to accept other people's favors, so this spirit whip should make up for the difference in price, I don't know if it's enough?"

As soon as Wu Shaoyu heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, and he wanted to accept it with his mouth, but suddenly he seemed to feel that it was inappropriate, how could there be a good thing in the sky that would drop a pie?

"Enough!

Han Wuya said with a look that was really like this.

In fact, Han Wuya was immediately disappointed by this low-grade whip-shaped spiritual weapon thrown by the black-robed man, and this spiritual weapon was barely more than 50,000 contribution points, if this powerful Taoist friend was pulled into his uncle's team, it would definitely be worth more than ten spiritual weapons

At this time, the people around him rolled their eyes, what is going on? It's too evil, right?

Han Wuya was very slamming the door when he was the master of this hall, and he could usually talk to them for a long time with a contribution point, but at this moment, nearly 50,000 contribution points were released lightly.

As a result, the black-robed man was even more angry, and the benefits of sending **** were turned away, could it be that his brain was broken.

However, as soon as people made a move, it was a low-grade spiritual weapon, and this hand immediately deterred some people with bad intentions.