The fat man looked like he was resting in the hall, but in fact, he was having a quick communication with the old man in his consciousness.

"Old man, the matter outside has been solved. You can tell me how can Xiaolan be saved?" The fat man asked with concern.

"Is this? It's not easy. The four swords of Zhuxian are known as the number one weapon of heaven. After being contaminated by her chaotic destruction, Xiaolan's soul was seriously injured. If I hadn't helped me in time, I would have lost my soul. Now I have to save her, there is only one way, that is, you must gather the four swords of Zhuxian, gather the innate five elements true essence, collect the innocent earth spirit outside, sacrifice and refine the four swords of Zhuxian, take the four swords of Zhuxian and the big sword that you have integrated the Qingping Sword as the foundation, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and transform the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

The innate Five Elements Sword Essence is the power of chaos destruction, so that the chaotic destruction energy in Xiaolan's soul can be absorbed. The way of this sword formation is originally the practice method contained in your Qingping Sword Technique, but your cultivation is too low now and has not reached that level. Now it seems that you have to start learning the way of sacrificing the sword formation in advance. However, if you can initially control the Zhuxian Sword Formation, you must at least have the cultivation level of the Sword Immortal Stage."

"As for the merits required to resurrect Xiaolan in the future, I guess it will be almost done with a merit point of about one hundred thousand. Fatty, this is the only safe and feasible way at present." The old man showed a rare serious expression and explained to the fat man.

"Okay, I just need to have the cultivation level of the Sword Immortal Stage, or I just need to gather the four swords of Zhuxian to sacrifice and refine the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Okay, I can do it with one million merits. No problem. I will kill zombies and monsters now. Old man, there is no host task, so I will release it to me quickly, I will do it here." The fat man said firmly.

"Yes, the sixth savior activates the mission: go to Qilu land, destroy the East China Sea Dragon Demon King, and help the survivors on the East China Sea coast to move to a safe place. The task is completed, and the host experience is rewarded with 1.2 million yuan, the merit value is 120,000 yuan, and the merit points are hundreds of thousands. After the failure, the host's cultivation level is reduced by one level, without time limit." The old man saw that the fat man was unwilling to stay for a moment, and wanted to go out to kill monsters now and earn merit. He hurriedly released a new host mission to the fat man.

"I picked it up, Donghai, right? We'll leave soon. But before leaving, I have to go home. I've been out for several days and haven't greeted my family. It's better to go back." The fat man said this to the old man, got up and went out to see how Kong Wuming's business is doing.

"Brother Zhang, all the officers above the middle level have died in this hall. The rest are some low-level commanders and grass-roots soldiers. They have been incorporated by our mercenary group. They are now preparing to be adapted in the camp. I decided to give up the position of the mercenary group leader to Xiao Kong, and I can be the deputy mercenary leader. Our mercenary group is also preparing to be renamed to the Mingwang Mercenary Group." Zhang Wenjun said excitedly.

"You can do it, Xiao Kong, I have something to do with him." The fat man asked Xiao Kong where he was, greeted everyone, got up and left. Everyone looked at the fat man's departure back, and admired eyes appeared in his eyes. Master, this is the real master.

After a while, Kong Wuming walked over calmly, reached out and handed Zhang Wenjun and Wang Changgeng two old secret books and a witch blood essence pill, and said softly: "Brother Fat is gone, he asked me to say hello to you, he will say goodbye to everyone. As soon as Deputy Commander Lan left, I understood his mood, so I did not try to keep him. This is the little thought he left to you before he left. You can open it and take a look."

Wang Changgeng opened it and saw two white lights lit up, wrapping Wang Changgeng in.

After a while, a wave of cold air emitting around him. Wang Changgeng, who was in the white light, had a layer of ice slag on his body.

Zhang Wenjun took the two books in confusion and flipped it around. It turned out to be the Yuqing Qi Refining Art and the Shangqing Dan Art. One green and one yellow, two rays of light flashed, covering Zhang Wenjun tightly.

In the light, countless practice experiences, techniques, prescriptions and fire techniques of alchemy and medicine were poured into Zhang Wenjun's body.

After a while, Zhang Wenjun and Wang Chang even reached the state of innate Great Perfection.

At the same time, he has initially mastered two skills. In terms of cultivation, he can almost build a foundation.

Kong Wuming looked at the two people who were happy and said lightly: "Brother Fat said that we will leave the city of Tianjing in the future." Speaking of this, Kong Wuming's eyes showed a hint of reluctance. Looking at the horizon in the distance, standing there quietly thinking about his own thoughts.

At the same time, in the Shoujing City of Yanzhao Province, in the room where the little monk donor was imprisoned, Ruhui was standing there with a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in her eyes. Just yesterday, she carefully prepared and was about to go in and persuade the donor to persuade him, the little monk inside squirted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood spit out was as much as half a basin. When her eyes rolled, her face fainted pale.

The two of Liu Zhigang and his brothers were so scared that they sent a military doctor in to check, fearing that the young monk would commit suicide by using some strange method. After a check, the military doctor came to a conclusion: The young monk didn't know what was going on, and his middle-level foundation-building cultivation had actually regressed to the state of innate high-level. After losing his skills, he sprayed out so much blood again. It would be strange if he didn't fall into a coma. It was nothing big, and he would recover after he was raising some days.

The two brothers Liu Zhigang were relieved and could not let the young monk go like this. They still count on him for a great future. With this savior system, there are no martial arts and magic weapons. In the end of the world, only the strong can survive better. Without strength, then nothing is it. It is probably because he tortured himself in the past two days, which led to his physical and mental loss, and his skills have been regressed so much. The first master of Shoujing City used to have now become a high-level innate cultivation. Forget it, let him rest for a night and make plans tomorrow. Thinking of this, Liu Zhiqiang made the decision and let the young monk rest for a night, let's talk about it tomorrow.

As soon as it was dawn today, Ruhui got up early, dressed up carefully, and prepared to meet the donor. Liu Zhigang on the bed reached out and held the two peaks on Ruhui's chest, and rubbed them hard, and said in a strange voice: "What's wrong? I'm going to see my old lover. I'm in such a good mood. Look at this look of spring breeze, you little slut."

Ruhui didn't dare to dodge. Liu Zhigang was frivolous at that time and said obediently: "What an old lover? I am sincere to you. Yesterday's troubles were not enough for others. It's true that their waist still hurts."

Liu Zhigang laughed, turned over, cleaned up briefly, and walked towards the little monk's house with his elder brother Liu Zhiqiang.

Liu Zhiqiang smiled and stretched out his hand at the door, signaling his brothers and Ruhui to go in. He stood outside the door and waited for the final result.

Amid a burst of extremely arrogant laughter, Liu Zhigang stepped in, looked up at the donor with a victor's eyes, turned his head to signal Ruhui, and asked her to talk to him. Ruhui stepped forward and opened the small box she was holding when she came, took out a hot towel from the box, and gently wiped the blood and dirt on her face for the little monk.

The donor slowly opened the eyes of both gods and saw Ru Hui's pretty face with a concerned face. However, there were a few bloodstains on his pretty face and the bruises that could not be covered by these thick cosmetics. The donor felt a sore heart, and closed his eyes and no longer opened. He focused his expression and silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra: Namo·Horadana·Doraye, Namo·Aya, Polujie, Shuobolaye, Bodhisattva Poya...

Seeing that the donor just glanced at him and stopped paying attention to him, Ruhui felt very bitter and sour, but she didn't dare to show it in front of Liu Zhigang. She turned around and put down the towel, took out a bowl of hot shredded pork noodles from the box, and gently handed them to the donor's side: "Xiaohao, come and eat something, see what you are hungry, come, I'll feed you." She held the porcelain bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other hand and picked up a few noodles to the donor's mouth.

The donor slowly opened his eyes, stopped reciting, and said coldly: "What's this? Is it a dead head?"

Ruhui shook her head quickly: "How could this be? This is the noodles I made for you with my own hands. You can eat some. I know I'm sorry for you. No matter how you scold me, you have to be full before you can curse me. Come on, I'll feed you."

When the little monk heard this, he opened his mouth and ate noodles in big mouthfuls. In the past two days, he was forced to transfer the savior system. The water and rice had never been stained, but he was starved. Looking at the little monk's chewing on his mouth, Ruhui couldn't help but she burst into tears in her eyes. Fortunately, she turned her back to Liu Zhigang, and the other party did not see her expression.

A bowl of noodles was eaten by the little monk in a few seconds. The little monk looked up at Ruhui, the former ex-girlfriend, who was about to say thank you, suddenly, Ruhui hit him in the corner of his eyes, and then blinked two more eyes in a row, then closed his eyes, and then opened them and blinked two more times. The little monk was stunned. This was a game that Ruhui and he often played before the end of the world. Whenever they wanted to conspire to play with other classmates, Ruhui would wink him like this, and the two sides had a very tacit understanding. Now, Ruhui gave him another such wink. Could it be?
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