Zhuchen actually only set up two prizes, and the contents of the prizes had been announced. She looked at Ah Tu next to her, thinking that they were not real rewards anyway, and decided to add a special prize as a surprise to everyone.

But what exactly this special prize was, she kept it secret and didn't say it for the time being.

The number drawn from the monks was announced first, and number 36 was drawn early in the morning. After she called out, everyone lowered their heads to check the wooden signs in their hands, and the last young man in his mid-twenties raised his own

hand.

His name is Shi Hongci, and he seems to be serious and not good at talking or smiling. He usually has a lot of say, and his status in Yu Yuan must not be low.

Everyone was shocked and envious, but did not dare to make fun of him. They took the initiative to move to both sides to make way for him.

Shi Hongci walked through the crowd without changing his expression and walked steadily to Zhuchen's side. Only the tight corners of his lips revealed a hint of his uneasiness.

I walked through the morning process and asked: "Do you have any acceptance speech?"

Shi Hongci solemnly clasped his fists, bowed towards the bamboo house and said: "Excuse me, Immortal Lord, for giving me some advice. I will be very grateful!"

Zhuchen: "..." Do you know that in modern times, you people are called ky?

"Master!" Zhuchen shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master is picking up... picking up someone!"

Zhuchen originally wanted to be skinny, but when he came to the corner of his mouth, his conscience choked him. Forget it, it was definitely Shi Hongci who was miserable in the end, not her. This comrade was quite pitiful.

Shi Hongci frowned and was very concerned about her abrupt turn: "Fellow Taoist..."

Zhuchen pointed his finger and said: "Go in, don't keep my master waiting too long."

Shi Hongci hesitated and said, "Shall we go directly to the Immortal Lord's room?"

Zhuchen looked at him suspiciously and said, "Of course, my conditions here are limited, and I can't give you the entire martial arts arena right away. Don't think of weird things."

Shi Hongci thought nothing of it, except that it was the first time he went to someone else's bedroom to ask for advice, and he felt a little offended. Seeing that Zhuchen was dissatisfied, he passed away in a daze.

Zhuchen continued to announce the second winning number. Zhang Shiwen and others felt their hearts rising to their throats.

The second winning number was number 17.

After Zhuchen called out the numbers, Zheng Kang stood up straight.

"Ouch!"

Chao Wen's reaction was much more intense. Zhang Shiwen pounced directly on Zheng Kang, pressing him so hard that he staggered, and the people behind him rushed up to boo him.

Zheng Kang's hair was messed up and his clothes were torn apart, and he laughed shyly.

After a while of commotion, everyone let him go.

Zhuchen signaled Feng Changyin to come and lead his cheap apprentice.

Feng Changyin looked at Zheng Kang up and down twice, touched his chin and said, "Hey, I see you have pretty good bones."

Zheng Kang thought he was being polite and clasped his fist at him in a dignified manner.

Zhuchen looked at the expectant eyes of Zhang Shiwen and others and said with a smile: "Then you will be the chief coach from now on."

Zheng Kang was confused: "General coach?"

Zhuchen said: "My junior brother is willing to teach you. Once he teaches you, it is yours. Whether you are willing to teach others depends on yourself."

This was clear, but Zheng Kang was still stunned for a long time. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Shiwen, who had the same astonishment in his eyes. Then a bright light jumped out of his eyes, and Zheng Kang shouted: "Then, then -"

He didn't talk much to begin with, so Zhuchen was afraid that he would keep hesitating, so he invited him down with a smile: "Okay, okay, you can report to Chang Yin tomorrow. I have a big prize that I haven't announced yet."

Everyone quickly took their seats and listened attentively.

The two consecutive rewards are opportunities that were previously unattainable to them. So how heavy is the so-called heavy reward?

"Draw a number first." Zhuchen glanced at the results, chuckled, and said in a long voice, "Looking at it this way, the one drawn should be a monk."

The audience was too naive to notice her bad taste. When she finished speaking, cheers and sighs sounded from both sides at the same time, which showed that she was very involved in the game.

Zhuchen said in a loud voice: "The last person who is destined to win the special prize is——"

Everyone opened their eyes wide, held their breath and concentrated, and their Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Congratulations on the 29th!" Zhuchen applauded, "I got a hug from Ah Tu!"

Everyone: "...?"

It took two seconds for everyone to go from regret to bewilderment. After being bewildered, they could not return to consciousness for a long time. They could only applaud without emotion, driven by Zhuchen.

As the only excited human being in the audience, Zhuchen enthusiastically said: "Atu, please!"

The stinky black chick has been cured by Chaowen. When it heard that Zhuchen had placed itself in the most important special prize, it was filled with joy. It shook its comb and went on stage to stand next to Zhuchen.

Zhuchen: "Who is the lucky winner? Come up quickly."

The lucky guy who got Ah Tu's hug was an outer monk from Yu Yuan Sect. The young man held up a wooden sign and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Finally, amidst the noise of the crowd, he came forward.

He thought he was going to be successful, and his mood went up and down a lot, but in the end he only got the benefit of hugging the black chick.

...No, whether this is a benefit or not is another matter. Why does he think this is actually a punishment?

The young man looked at the huge pheasant in front of him and felt a little frightened. He stopped half a meter away and did not dare to move forward.

He was about to ask if he could give up the reward, but Atu took the initiative to wave his wings and hugged him.

"ah--"

He heard several screams from his friends, his ears began to turn red, and he rationally wanted to push Atu away. However, the feeling of being wrapped in a ball of warm downy hair was really comfortable, and his body expressed its acceptance very honestly.

Unfortunately, before the young man could taste it carefully, Atu had already let go of him. The black chick ran away very proudly, like a leader who had finished his hard work of condolences.

Looking at the monk's reminiscing expression, Zhuchen knew that the duvet quilt was a big vacancy in the Xiuxian Continent, but it was a pity that she did not have the raw materials to develop it.

Zhuchen got back to the topic: "Finally, let's carry out the check-in ceremony!"

The so-called move-in ceremony is nothing, just one house after another. It's a bit boring, but I can't stand the childishness of everyone, and I have a lot of fun.

The people in Chaowen have long been accustomed to carrying their bags into the house immediately after performing the spell every morning.

Yu Yuan's monks were able to leave, but Shi Hongci still stayed in Feng Buye's room and was waiting aside for the time being.

They looked at Zhuchen and chanted the incantation, knowing that Chaowen did not build a house without laying a stone foundation. It turned out that he had made this plan, and some of them didn't take it seriously.

I don’t know what Pu Fengshan’s situation is like, but a place like the edge of the Demon Realm has always been unstable. During strong wind seasons or heavy rain periods, ordinary defensive techniques cannot withstand natural intrusions. A house with an unstable foundation may be destroyed overnight.

It fell over.

To take a step back, even if Zhuchen's magic power is very high and can block the strong wind and rain, how much spiritual power will it take to maintain so many wooden houses? It's impossible.

After talking and laughing tonight, everyone felt better about Zhuchen. After discussing for a while, they decided to give her a reminder.

They went to Zhao Gutai, asked him to be the intermediary, and explained to him the reason.

Zhao Gutai looked at them strangely, pointed back and said, "Go and try that wind layer."

The monks Yu Yuan found it even more strange than him. They muttered and walked to the edge of the wooden house and chose an empty house that was currently unoccupied to test the effect of the wind layer.

The wind layer is very soft, and pedestrians will hardly feel it when passing through the door. However, it can block the night wind and some noisy noises. When standing in the wooden house, you can feel a kind of tranquility.

The young man quite liked this kind of tranquility, as if he could be comforted after days of hard work. He held the door open and whispered, "It's good, but it's just for shelter from the cold, right? What we're saying is that it's not safe."

After finishing the work in the morning, I saw them sneaking together, clapping their hands and walking over. As soon as I got closer, I heard the young people questioning the quality of the system's products, and I was immediately dissatisfied.

Although those "unbreakable xx" are a bit perverted, the skills given by dad must not be defective. This simply questions the father-daughter relationship between them.

Zhuchen said: "It's not safe. You'll have to try it to find out."

When everyone turned around and saw her, they were all a little embarrassed.

He explained: "Nothing else."

"I don't have any other intentions." Zhuchen encouraged, "Really, you try."

"How...how can I try this?"

Zhuchen: "Didn't you say that the wind is unsafe? Just hit it."

The young man said in his heart, I am afraid that the head of your house will be blown off.

The young man really didn't have the guts to slap their house on Feng Buye's territory. He tried to persuade him several times in the morning, but he refused and kept hiding behind everyone. It could be said that he had lost his character.

Zhuchen couldn't force his child to commit a crime, and he lacked a guest performer, so he immediately turned around and shouted: "Junior Brother——!"

Feng Changyin was playing crazy with A Tu, and when he heard this, he replied: "Here he is!"

Zhuchen waved his arms: "The wind is coming here, it needs to be strong!"

Feng Changyin was so angry that he did whatever he was asked to do. He didn't think there was anything unreasonable about this request. He immediately summoned his own magic weapon and waved it in the direction of Zhuchen.

He directly used the sword technique, using the whirling sword energy to stir up a strong wind.

For a moment, the wind roared and flying sand and rocks formed a vortex, rushing towards the crowd precisely.

The timid monk screamed on the spot, not sure whether he was shocked by the wantonness of the two senior brothers or because he was afraid of the killing blow of the sword.

"careful!!"

The monks in the front row roared and rushed out, holding their swords across their chests.

The hurricane was in front of them in an instant, and the monks standing outside were blown back by the wind. They could not open their eyes and were unable to stop it. Fortunately, Feng Changyin's sword moves did not contain murderous intent. They only felt that their facial muscles were being blown away.

He was shaking and almost stiff, but he was not injured.
To be continued...