No one expected that Yao Guangxiao had just followed Jia Lu to the underworld, and Xi Yingzhen arrived there. Those who knew the great sorcerer, such as Guangren and Zhu Di, were a little embarrassed. People who did not recognize Xi Yingzhen were also muttering: Who is this old guy? Whose master is he?

"You're late again..." Wu Mian glanced at the great sorcerer and continued, "Your monk's disciple just left, and now you can still see him when you go to the underworld."

When he heard that Yao Guangxiao had already gone to the underworld, Xi Yingzhen's face showed a look of annoyance. He shouted: "If you say dying, die! Is there any master in the eyes of the bald donkey? Underworld, hum..." I don't know why when he said the word underworld, a strange look suddenly appeared on the face of the great sorcerer. It seemed that there was something he was afraid of in the underworld. Although he was lucky, he still had no plans to go to the underworld to meet his disciples for the last time.

However, Xi Yingzhen's tone was about to vent her breath. At that moment, he said to Wu Mian, who was disliked no matter how he looked at her, "Why did the bald donkey say that he would die? You, the little guy, have a grudge against him. Come on... Let Grandpa Warlock give you a mouth and avenge my unlucky disciple..."

"You were drinking wine when your disciple died, but now you are back when you die. What a good master..." Wu Mian smiled with his unique smile and continued, "The one here has no grudge against your disciple? Since you say it's me, then just treat it as me..." As he spoke, purple energy came out of the white-haired man...

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and your magic has become better again. OK, let Grandpa Warlock see how many slaps you can get..." As he spoke, Xi Yingzhen burst into laughter. While the laughter stopped, his body had instantly moved to the white-haired man.

Just as he raised his hand and was about to hit Wu Mian, the little monk who had just handed the letter to Wu Mian suddenly shouted: "Stop it with the great warlock! Here is a letter left by the master. Before leaving, he told me that I must hand it to the great warlock. You and Wu Mian, you and Wu Mian, must not have any misunderstandings..."

The little monk called the Great Warlock directly as soon as he opened his mouth. His body disappeared on the spot, and then he went to the little monk and grabbed the letter he was holding tightly in his hand. The Great Warlock ignored the people around him and tore open the envelope, took out the letter paper and read it quickly.

After reading the content written above, the great sorcerer sighed deeply. Then he said to himself: "Is this still the bald disciple of Grandpa Warlock? Well, your affairs are up to you... The boy named Wu, this time, for Yao Guangxiao's sake, Grandpa Warlock gave you a code. But don't think that the matter is over. You still owe Grandpa Warlock Xi Yingzhen to a mouth, and you will pay it back sooner or later..."

After saying that, he did not wait for Wu Mian to reply and directly used his escape technique to disappear in front of everyone. At this time, those who did not know the origin of the great sorcerer knew the origin of the old man. After hearing that he was Xi Yingzhen, the second most magic trick in the world, he kept getting cold in his heart, and was glad that he had not offended the great sorcerer just now, otherwise he would not be able to stand it.

At this time, Wu Mian looked at the little monk Xi Yingzhen who had just shouted, and said, "Are you Yao Guangxiao's disciple? What's your name?"

Hearing the white-haired man questioning, the little monk hurriedly replied: "When it comes to the great monk, the monk's name is Hua Erlang. The entry time is still short and there is no Dharma name, and he is still a firework monk. Thanks to Master Daoyan, he did not dislike him and asked the monk to serve him. Now that the master has left, the monk may not be able to stay in this temple for long..."

Hua Erlang was suffering from disaster and plague in his hometown. The uncle of the family originally wanted to send him to the palace to be a eunuch. He sent him to the palace to register without hiding it. When he passed the examination, he had to send him to the palace to be a eunuch. When Hua Erlang heard that he was going to send him in to be a eunuch, he said he would not do anything and started crying and making a fuss. Yao Guangxiao, who was summoned to the palace, saw that the old monk saw that the child was smart, so he asked Hua Erlang from Jingshu and sent him to the temple to shave his head and become a fireworker monk.

Yao Guangxiao could not bear to let this child who was not well-educated in the world be a monk and did not even give him a Dharma name. In front of Hua Erlang, he told the monk in the temple that on the day he passed away, he sent the child to return to secular life. So Hua Erlang believed that he was about to be driven out.

Seeing that the little monk was a few years younger than his disciple Zhao Zhenyuan, Wu Mian didn't know what he was thinking, and blurted out: "You didn't worship Guangxiao's disciple... Then follow me. If you can practice magic, you are my disciple. If you can't practice magic, you are my servant. How about it?"

Hua Erlang didn't expect this big man to accept him as his disciple. After a moment of froze, he hurriedly knelt in front of Wu Mian and kowtowed to the white-haired man. Wu Mian frowned slightly, then he moved his body and staggered the monk's big gift, and said, "What's the hurry? It's not necessarily true to be a servant or a disciple. You don't have to give such a big gift..."

"Congratulations to Mr. Wu Mian. Whether it is a disciple or a servant, it is the fate of this child." At this time, Guangren came over with the volcano. After a smile, the white-haired master continued, "We have not seen each other for several years after we parted in the military camp. Senior Brother Gui Bugui became the master of the Sishui number, and I haven't had time to congratulate..."

After saying a few words, Guangren saw Wu Mian ignore him, and he was not upset. He waved to his disciples and said, "Vulcan, come with nine more portraits and give them to Mr. Wu Mian..."

At this time, Volcano walked up to the front, and the red-haired master took out nine more portraits from his arms. He handed them over to Wu Mian and said, "These are the last nine people in the killing order. Over the years, Master Guangren and I have traveled thousands of miles and rivers, and have cooked many people for Master Xu Fu. Now there are only these nine people left. Please help from Mr. Wu Mian..."

Wu Mian just glanced at the portrait handed over, but he carried his arms, looked at Volcano, and said, "Where did you master and apprentice tell me that I was a sucker? The old guy who used to help you and Guangren wipe your butts is called Gui Bugui, you two have recognized the wrong person..."

Seeing that Wu Mian didn't accept the portrait, he even teased them both master and apprentice in his tone. At that moment, murderous aura appeared in the corner of Volcano's eyes. It was nothing to offend him, but when it came to Guangren, it was no longer possible. No matter whether Volcano was still not Wu Mian's opponent, if he dared to disrespect his master, he must fight to the death.

Fortunately, Guangren grabbed his disciple. After a smile, the white-haired master said to Wu Mian: "Suddenly I remember that there is something else in the cave, so our master and disciple will not disturb him. I will say goodbye..."

While speaking, he had already started to activate the Five Elements Escape Technique. Just as the volcano was following him to perform the Escape Technique, Wu Mian suddenly said indifferently: "I'll say to that old guy when I go back. The doors and windows of the house should be kept tight. There may be weasels coming to pay New Year's greetings these days..."

"You dare to humiliate Master Dafang!" After Guangren became famous, his enemies privately called him the Weasel. Volcano was particularly sensitive to the three words "weasel". When Wu Mian said this, he thought that the white-haired man was rude to Master Guangren's words.

Volcano didn't care whether he wanted to follow his master or not. He stopped escaping, grabbed a long sword with a fire from the air, and slashed at Wu Mian's chest.

The white-haired man sneered, his body flashed, and he rushed to the front of the Volcano. At this time, the distance between him and the Red-haired Master was too close, and the Volcano was not far from attacking. Just when the great master was about to retreat and attack Wu Mian again, the white-haired man had already started and slapped his chest.
Chapter completed!