Xuan Zhen, who was next door's tea room, cursed Xuan Qingzi coldly.

His junior brother has been practicing for so many years and is still a fool. The main reason is that he is so beautiful.

"Master, don't be angry, it's a man." Master Zhao Wu poured Xuan Zhen a cup of tea with a smile.

"Not good, no good!"

At this time, Zhao Dongjun ran in from outside in panic.

"Why are you panic?" Master Zhao Wu scolded him.

"Master Xuanzhen, it's not good." Zhao Dongjun swallowed and gasped, "The things you buried in the construction site were found and burned by He Jiarong!"

"What?!" Xuan Zhen's face changed, "How is that possible?"

"Really, it's true! He got a few Buddhist beads and threw them into the pit where the urn was buried, and completely broke your formation!" Zhao Dongjun said hurriedly.

Master Zhao Wu's expression changed and he said in panic: "Master, I have said a long time ago that He Jiarong...he is not ordinary!"

Xuan Zhen had a calm face and didn't say anything, then sneered, "Don't panic, wait for me for a few days, I'll make him look good immediately!"

"Stop waiting, just watch now."
Chapter completed!