Soon, Sanyuan Zhenren handed over the tips to Luo Jiawei.

Luo Jiawei went down the mountain and went to Nanku Village to find Wang Tianxiang.

And he conveyed the contents of Sanyuan Zhenren's explanation word by word.

The sweatshirt that Wang Tianxiang was wearing was full of holes. After hearing what Luo Jiawei said, he laughed.

"Are you mistaken? Could Sanyuan be old? His eyes are dizzy?"

The full name of Sanyuan Zhenren is called Sanyuan Palace.

Those who are qualified to call him nickname directly are almost dead.

Luo Jiawei said seriously: "Sir Wang, isn't this very likely?"

"The old chairman's cultivation level has reached its peak. He should be stronger and stronger. He will not read it wrong, so you can accept it."

Wang Tianxiang slapped the worn-out palm-leaf fan and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll take it away, go back and rest."

"good."

After Luo Jiawei left, Wang Tianxiang closed the wooden door.

"This old man actually played tricks with me. I want to see what the hell is written in it."

After muttering, Wang Tianxiang opened the tip and took out the note.

"kill."
Chapter completed!