Not long after, two figures came over, one was Mr. Fu Sheng, and the other was Jing Chu, a sword cultivator at the Thirteenth Level of Confucianism.

"Girl Lin."

Old Mr. Fu Sheng put his hands behind his back, pretending to be an elder, and said with a smile: "Go to the lower world to find my Xiao Zhao?"

Lin Wanhua pursed her red lips, looking rather shy on her pretty face, but the next moment she pouted her lips and said angrily: "Yes!"

"Okay, okay."

Mr. Fu Sheng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "How do you know that my Xiao Zhao still has a chance of survival?"

"I feel something in my heart."

Lin Wanhua said: "I always feel that he is still there."

"oh……"

The old gentleman was a little disappointed and touched his forehead. He thought that this girl had guessed the truth. As for the truth of the matter, it was actually very simple. Back then, the Holy Master personally went down to the realm to give the Haoran Golden Order to Lin Zhao. There was a Haoran Golden Order for body protection.

Lin Zhao, how could he be crushed to death by half the Wuwu Mountain?

"Have you thought about it?"

The old man's voice was gentle and he said: "Use your nine years of bloody battles in the upper world for a chance to go to the lower world?"

"Um."

Lin Wanhua smiled slightly: "But the ugly words are ahead. If I kill monsters in the lower world, will this military achievement count? After all, Mr. Fusheng is also one of the four sages of Confucianism. Does his words work?"

"It works, it works."

The old man only felt his scalp numb and said: "Killing monsters in the lower world is considered a military achievement, and my old man's words are also useful. But if Jingchu goes with us, there will be someone to take care of him."

"Um."

Lin Wanhua glanced at Jing Chu and asked, "Why do you go to the lower world as often as you go to the market?"

Jing Chu scratched his head and almost said something bad.
Chapter completed!