"It's nothing!" Zhao Xuedi smiled awkwardly, "Jiu'er, you just got sick, you have to take care of your body in the future!"

"Senior brother, I know!"

Just then, a male voice came from outside the door.

"Senior Sister Zhao, are you there?" Shangguan Nian walked in.

"Senior Brother Shangguan, why are you here!" Zhao Xuedi's face turned crimson and glanced at Shangguan Nian, but the surprise in the crescent moon was that even Wang Zhongfu, a little white, could see it clearly.

"Hehe, naturally I miss you, junior sister!" Shangguan Nian said cheekily.

Suddenly, Zhao Xuedi's face turned red, like a boiled lobster.

She is thin-skinned, and she can withstand such unscrupulous ridicule from Shangguan Nian.

"Little junior brother is still here, what nonsense are you talking about?" Although he blamed Shangguan Nian in his mouth, Zhao Xuedi's heart was sweet and warm.

Wang Zhongfu smiled, his eyes were strange, and he teased the thin-skinned Zhao Xuedi.

Five years after entry, he is no longer the young boy who didn't know anything about men and women, Senior Sister Zhao and Senior Brother Shangguan frowned, and he still didn't know how to measure.

"Ahem, Senior Sister Zhao, Senior Brother I'm not feeling well, I'll go back first today!"

After that, without waiting for Zhao Xuedi to agree, he left the museum.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to squeeze his eyebrows at Zhao Xuedi, which made Zhao Xuedi's face flush for a while, and his shame was discovered by the junior brother, how could he pose like a senior sister in front of the junior brother in the future.

After leaving the museum, Wang Zhongfu did not leave and returned to Zizhu Peak, but went to Taiwei Pavilion.

Taiwei Pavilion, collecting many exercises and spells of the sect, the stars are dense, how many classics are hidden in the Taiwei Pavilion, I'm afraid even the head of the sect can't say clearly, these are the treasures left by generations of ancestors in Huashan, and it is definitely one of the important places of the sect.

Five years ago, I got the first place in the miscellaneous arts, and one of the rewards was a secret art. However, Wang Zhongfu thought that the plum blossom number had not yet been introduced, and he was afraid that he would not be able to chew too much, so he pushed the matter of secret art back.

Now he plans to go to Broken Dragon Mountain, do something in the mouth of the red gold python, and take away the golden blood ginseng, if he does not have extraordinary strength, I am afraid it will only become the ration of the red gold python.

Round attack, he has the best magic weapon of the Seven Star Sword of the Mother and Son, and the hole card of the Qingjiao Change, he is definitely not humble to move the monk, but in terms of protection methods, Wang Zhongfu is very weak, and he basically can't find the means to be able to take out his hand.

This time he went to Taiwei Pavilion, he planned to choose a defensive secret technique to plug his loophole.

As soon as Wang Zhongfu came to the Taiwei Pavilion, he heard a slightly hoarse voice.

"Choose the exercises to the left, choose the Dao techniques to go to the right!" Elder Taiwei Pavilion glanced at Wang Zhongfu and continued to do what he was doing.

Wang Zhongfu looked at the Elder Chuangong in front of him, and his face was surprised.

The elders of the sect are not people, to be precise, half of them are people, and the other half are puppets of various organs, and Wang Zhongfu can even hear the sound of "click".

Only half of the Taiwei Pavilion Elder was intact, and his left hand, right leg, and right eye had been replaced by a metal puppet mechanism, which looked very hideous.

Especially his left hand, which can no longer be called a "hand", is not an ordinary person's palm and five fingers, but a silver iron hook, shining with a ghostly light, and the cold is pressing, which makes Wang Zhongfu shiver.

Elder Chuangong seemed to notice Wang Zhongfu's gaze, and kept falling on his left hand, and said coldly: "What's the matter?

"I didn't ...... There is no ......" Under the frightened eyes of the Elder Chuangong, Wang Zhongfu stammered.

Elder Chuangong sneered, as if he had already known Wang Zhongfu's words, and said coldly: "Do you know how the old man became this picture of no human being and no ghost?"

"The disciple doesn't know, please make it clear to the elder!"

"In the third Dao Demon War in Yunzhou, the old man fought alone against the three Moon Worship Sect masters, fought fiercely for three days and three nights, and fought until the sky was dark, all the way from the Moon Worship Sect's lair to Youzhou, killing two people and seriously injuring the remaining one. In the end, I ended up in this field, no one is a ghost, no ghost!" Elder Chuangong's hoarse tone was slowly filled with hatred, hatred for the Dao Demon War, and hatred for this world.

After listening to Elder Chuangong's narration, Wang Zhongfu looked very good, knowing that the elder in front of him was definitely a ruthless person.

The Moon Worship Sect used to be the largest demon path in Yunzhou, and it was also the only demon path in Yunzhou, it can be said that it occupied half of the immortal cultivation world in Yunzhou, and when the whole body was in place, it was enough to compete with the five mountains.

And the altar master of the Moon Worship Sect is equivalent to an elder-level monk in the Five Mountains, but the Elder in front of him can kill two people and severely injure one person with one enemy and three, which shows how strong his strength is.

"Elder, you are mighty, your contribution to the sect, Huashan disciples will never forget!" Wang Zhongfu sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Won't you forget?" Elder Chuangong's pretone suddenly raised a step, and he pouted and said, "Now, I'm afraid that there are only a few people except for the head of the sect, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember the old man for a long time!"

"Boy, if you are a beginner like you, is it possible that you have heard of the old man's name?"

Wang Zhongfu's face suddenly felt embarrassed, indeed, he had never heard of the name of the Elder Chuangong at all, and he didn't even have any gossip.

It is no wonder that Elder Chuangong is full of dissatisfaction and resentment, if this kind of encounter is placed on his own body, he is afraid that he will also be dissatisfied.

He made great contributions to the sect, and even ended up physically disabled, but in the end, he was said by the disciples of the sect to forget, and it was not easy for the elder to restrain the imbalance in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhongfu was a little unbearable, and some sympathized with the experience of the Elder Chuangong.

"Elder, although you have survived by relying on puppet mechanisms, you are much luckier than those seniors who died on the battlefield. If the seniors agree, the disciple hopes to come to see you often!"

The Taiwei Pavilion suddenly became silent, and the Elder of the Gong Transmission was silent, and he had been in the third Dao Demon War for a long time.

"You're right, I'm really much luckier than those brothers and sisters who died on the battlefield!" Elder Chuangong let out a long sigh.

""Water and Fire Lotus", "Nine Shadows", and "Tianyuan Strike", these three Dao techniques are the three strongest of all the secret techniques of the sect!"

When Wang Zhongfu heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and thanked: "Thank you for the elder's advice!"

A faint warm current flowed through Wang Zhongfu's heart, and from the body of the Elder Chuangong, no matter how dissatisfied and resentful he was, he was still full of support and love for his juniors.

"Remember, you will come to accompany me more in the future!" said that, leaving only the lonely figure of the elder of the Gonggong.