In the evening, the dim sunlight reflected on the five lonely figures, moving forward slowly.
On the soil and rocky ground full of weeds, Zhuo Fan and the four ghosts walked very slowly. It seemed that this was a path of no return.
It's a pity that the time that should come will come sooner or later, and the cruel destiny will eventually hit you!
"Steward Zhuo, here comes the handyman's room!" Lifting his eyes and looking at the front, the ruined low-rise house, the fierce ghost said helplessly, and let out a leisurely voice.
Zhuo Fan looked up, and his heart suddenly became cold. This handy house is indeed well-deserved, compared with the slums he once settled in Huayu City.
The only difference is that at that time, he knew clearly in his heart that he just temporarily settled in the ruins. But now, he doesn't know when to leave this ghost place!
"Xie Wuyue, you wait for Lao Tzu. Get Lao Tzu here with a Ninth-Rank Spirit Pill to fix Lao Tzu, don't you think it's very interesting!" He gritted his teeth severely, and Zhuo Fan said viciously.
When the Moce Four Ghosts heard it, they also shrugged helplessly.
Then, the fierce ghost stepped forward and yelled: "Anyone who is gasping? Come out to Grandpa!"
"Come here..." At this moment, a panicking voice sounded, and then I saw an old man with a white beard in ragged clothes and messy hair, running over in small steps, and seeing the evil spirit nodded and bowed quickly, flattering. Voice: "Hehehe... Masters, what's your order?"
The five Zhuo Fan glanced at each other, and then looked at the old man's cultivation base, but it was only five-fold bone forging, and they curled their lips in disdain.
This old guy is so old, he has only forged his bones, and his aptitude is too bad. He is not as good as the cultivator of the secular family. No wonder he was assigned to the handyman's room, and that's how it is in this life.
The five people shook their heads in disdain, and the old man still showed a humble smile as if he hadn't seen it.
"Hey, old guy, I ask you, where are the people here, why are you alone?" The fierce ghost raised his head and finally found a feeling of condescending, even though his size is still not up to this point. But anyhow the momentum went up.
The old man also nodded and bowed, trying his best to please: "If you return to the Lord, they have all gone to work, like watering the medicine garden, cleaning, etc., they haven't come back yet!"
"Well, what are you in charge of here?" The fierce ghost nodded slightly and continued.
The old man grinned, showing a row of big yellow teeth, he hehe said: "Master Qi, old man Yuan Xinggang, this is the steward here, it has been for hundreds of years!"
"A bone-forging cultivator, actually stayed here for hundreds of years?" Unconsciously raising his brows, Zhuo Fan took a deep look at the old man and asked suspiciously.
Earlier, I heard from the Four Ghosts that the disciples in the handyman's room were all eliminated, and they might soon be used as training materials. He can live for hundreds of years in such an environment, this old man is really damn fate!
Seeing Zhuo Fan’s doubts, the old man looked around, saw no one else, and whispered involuntarily: “You’re not hiding it, there is a knack for surviving in this handyman’s room. The deacon elder, or be the dwarf among the dwarfs. Hey hey, the old man is such a dwarf. If people use you to practice, you must have practice value. The old man has been suppressing his own cultivation level, and people see that there is nothing to use in the old man. Just let go of the old man. Now, the old man has stayed here for the longest time, so he has become a steward!"
Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized that the so-called gunshot, this girl kept shrinking back, really making him the king of turtle shrinking, and the handyman's house was in charge.
Reluctantly shook his head, Zhuo Fan sighed: "If I knew that I would be used to practice qigong sooner or later, he would have been beaten by the damn early, so would he wait for his death here?"
"Oh, this young man can think easily. The disciples in the handyman's room are low in cultivation and don't understand the formula to open the barrier. How can it be so easy to escape? Besides, it's not that you don't give a living. It depends on whether you can. I just grasped it."
Unconsciously sighed, the old man said indifferently: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog. You are born to face life and death. Whether you can escape depends on your own ability. Once you get out of the sea of suffering, you must be a strong one. !"
Unconsciously moving his brows, Zhuo Fan looked at the old man deeply, with surprise in his eyes. He never expected that an old man with a bone-forging realm cultivation base would have such an understanding of Tiandi Avenue.
The old man's eyelids also twitched, as if thinking of something, he returned to his charming state, and smiled: "My lord, it's been so long, and the old man still doesn't know how to call it, why are you here!"
"Hehehe... old man, listen carefully, we are the Yushu Linfeng, handsome and handsome Demon Dao Yingjie, and the four ghosts of the Demon Strategy, now serving as the deacon of the sect!" The fierce ghost grinned and raised his head proudly. .
When the old man saw it, he was shocked and hurriedly said, "It turns out that it is the deacon, who has missed a long distance to welcome him, and hopes to forgive him. But, I don’t know what the deacons are going to do? What kind of doggie is it? , Clean the room for you, isn't it clean?"
"That's not true, we don't even know who cleaned the room for us, hehehe..."
Slowly waved his hand, the evil spirit and the other three ghosts looked at each other, all laughed out loud, and then pointed to Zhuo Fan and said: "This time, the main reason is that our steward Zhuo didn't know what happened. We offended the lord. Relegated to the handyman’s room. But it’s okay. I’ll be back soon. I’m just staying here for a while. You have to take good care of you. If there is a problem, you can ask!"
"Four masters, don't worry, the old man never dare to embarrass this uncle Zhuo, besides..." raised his head and glanced at Zhuo Fan cautiously, the old man laughed and said, "This uncle's Heaven Profound Realm cultivation base, the old man wants to be embarrassed. It’s also embarrassing, isn’t it? It’s just... There are indeed some uncles in the handyman’s room, so I really can’t afford it... ”
"What can't be offensive, then report the names of the four masters..." The fierce ghost snorted coldly and yelled. The old man shrank, but shook his head helplessly.
Zhuo Fan saw it and knew there was a hidden story, so he said indifferently: "Are you four famous names? What's the use of reporting? In this chaotic place, isn't it time to look at Laozi's fist?"
Uh…
Unconsciously, the four of them looked at each other and laughed again.
"Hahaha... Butler Zhuo is right. With the ability of Butler Zhuo, the four of us are not worthy to look after. Then you stay here and we will ask you what is going on. We must find a way to get you. Get out!" The fierce ghost nodded, his eyes full of determination.
The other three ghosts also nodded fiercely, showing determination on their faces.
Seeing this, the old man felt a strange light flashing in his eyes.
After the four ghosts had told the old man again, they solemnly hugged Zhuo Fan and flew away. Seeing them leaving, Zhuo Fan shook his head unconsciously with a smile.
I'm afraid he would never have dreamed that one day he would let these four little ghosts take care of him.
"Oh, Mr. Zhuo's popularity is really good. I have seen many old men who have been demoted to this handy house. People who are so cared for like Mr. Zhuo are rare!" The old man The beard trembled slightly, revealing an indifferent color.
Zhuo Fan took a deep look at him and smiled: "Under Zhuo Fan, I will call you Yuan Lao from now on!"
"How can this be done, the old man dare not be it!" The old man waved his hand hurriedly, and the old man looked anxious: "The old man is only a bone forging realm, you are a master of the sky..."
"Ha ha ha... What does it matter? I am Zhuo Fan respecting people, and he naturally has his respectability. Although the cultivation level is not high, he has a deep understanding of Dao Dao. If the cultivation aptitude can be improved, the future will be limitless! "
There was an arc of joy across the corner of his mouth, and a light flashed in Zhuo Fan's hand, and a small medicine bottle appeared. He passed it and said with a smile: "This is the Tongtian Pill in my home, which can improve your muscles and bones and help you to practice more with less. In the future, I will feel the way of heaven. , We have to discuss it carefully!"
Unexpectedly, the old man's eyes were suspicious, and he took the medicine bottle, but when he opened the cork and smelled the rich pill incense, he couldn't help but pale in shock, screaming again and again: "Ten...Ten … Ten-pin pill?"
"Lao Yuan is really knowledgeable, and he knows the tenth-grade pill for bone-forging realm cultivation?" Zhuo Fan raised his brows suspiciously.
With a grunt and swallowing, Yuan Xinggang tried his best to calm himself down and laughed out: "Hehehe... I used to be a handyman and helped an alchemist. I have seen ten-grade pill. That's the one time I will be in the future. No chance to see. I didn’t expect to see it again this time. Mr. Zhuo and Lao Yu gave such a big gift when they first met. Lao Yu was really ashamed to take it, and he scared him!"
"Ha ha ha... It's okay, I don't need it anyway!" Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently, and Zhuo Fan said leisurely.
But he didn’t say it. It’s okay. As soon as he said that, Old Yuan was staggered and almost fell to the ground. He looked at Zhuo Fan’s face, full of weirdness: "Uh... Mr. Zhuo, where did you come from? You can come up with a ten-grade pill, why enter this magic strategy sect?"
"No way, I was forced!" Zhuo Fan couldn't help but smiled wryly, shook his head, and then walked straight to the row of ruined courtyards behind, faintly said: "Old Yuan, I don't know where I am today?"
Staring closely at his back, and looking at the elixir in his hand, Yuan Xinggang couldn't help but have mixed feelings and mixed feelings.
Grandma, a bear, we have a local tyrant in Mo Ce Sect!
With a nine-tier spirit pill in exchange for a ten-tier pill, his grandmother's, he made a profit so quickly...
On the other hand, in a flower field full of mountains and plains, a bunch of people fell so steeply, in white clothes and white shirts, on the chest, embroidered with the word "Xuan" that exudes golden brilliance!
Swish!
Soon, everyone moved the Yin Jue together and pointed forward, and the sky of flowers suddenly fluctuated and became illusory. Then, a towering mountain appeared in front of them.
Apart from anything else, everyone helped a woman with a red mouth and a pale face, and walked in anxiously.
As he walked, he shouted: "It's not good, come on, Sister Shui was seriously injured..."