"What, you have already understood the instant transfer technique? Oh my god, why are you so unhappy! The old Taoist, I lived for more than 100 years, and I have been studying the Tao for nearly 100 years. It took me nearly three years to succeed in comprehending the instant transfer technique. But you actually understood it in just two or three days. Wow, how can I live if the old Taoist..."

Fang Mingyuan cried exaggeratedly, then picked up his sleeves, covered his face, and squatted on the ground, looking very sad.

Zhirou's lips twitched: "Mingyuan, if you feel sad, then let me become a monk! Then, let me inherit all your mantle. In this way, your Chongyang religion will definitely be carried forward in my hands!"

Zhirou said, but she didn't care about Fang Mingyuan's bitter face at all. She raised her head excitedly. It seemed that the Chongyang Sect was already carried forward in Zhirou's hands.

"Bad, you are the daughter of destiny. If I take you into the Chongyang Sect, I will promise. Not long after, the Chongyang Sect will be destroyed. You are not helping me carry forward the old Taoist, but you are harming the old Taoist! So, you don't need to say anything about this matter!"

Fang Mingyuan, who was originally miserable, jumped up and stopped him when he heard Zhirou's words.

"Haha, I thought you were crying just now, but I didn't expect that there were no tears on your face! It was so strange!" Seeing Fang Mingyuan jumping up, Zhirou saw that there were no tears on Fang Mingyuan's face, and her nose was not red, and then she directly exposed Fang Mingyuan's lies.

"Hmph!" Fang Mingyuan also touched his nose in a depressed manner as he heard this.

"Haha, OK. Mingyuan, don't do this! In fact, I just understood the instant transfer technique, but I haven't transferred it once! So, I still can't pull it now!" Zhirou called Fang Mingyuan's name delicately, and it seemed to be slutty.

I heard it directly. Fang Mingyuan, the old Taoist priest, almost vomited out the overnight dinner. He looked at Zhirou with a grievance: "Oh, is that right? Oh, I'm not jealous of you. Now, tell me what I want to do?"

"Haha, I'm here to you and prepare to teleport. If something is wrong, or if I can't transfer it, you can save you, right?" Zhirou said, and laughed in a bad way.

"Finish! Then you teleport!" Fang Mingyuanxin was also depressed and then stopped Zhirou from doing anything.

Just as Zhirou said, Zhirou came to Xuanji Palace and practiced the instant transfer technique. First, she was afraid that she had really transferred, but she accidentally got stuck. If that were the case, Zhirou wouldn't need a knife to die.

For the sake of his own life, Zhirou could only practice in the Xuanji Palace. Second, Zhirou needs to keep it secret. If she really can learn this spell, she can save her life at the critical moment. Moreover, it would be a great thing to be able to make her enemies not know about it.

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is Zhirou’s favorite thing.
Chapter completed!