Listening to Yi Ming's series of questions, the little fat man's face turned purple.

When I was showing off my lips and tongue, no monk dared to pay attention to the private life of the Jindan boss. No matter how he listened, he always looked secretive, which also made the fat man feel a sense of accomplishment and superiority that could not be achieved by a capable person.

But what happened to the monk in front of you?

Looking at such a gloomy person, he acts and speaks with great scheming and cautious, either thinking about hiding his identity or thinking about clichés to himself. The little fat man originally wanted to see him smiling when he heard him talking, but why did he start asking questions and gossip?

It doesn't matter if he asks himself, but seeing how excited he looks after hearing gossip, the little fat man is really worried that he will take this out and spread it everywhere...

If the Palace Master of Jinghu Palace or the Sect Master of Dafeng Sect gets angry after hearing this, it doesn't matter if he dies, but if he confesses himself, he will not be able to withstand the anger of the Golden Pill boss...

"Ahem, it's all heard of it. If you can't be taken seriously, you can't be taken seriously!" The little fat man laughed dryly, and exposed the matter with a haha. After thinking about it, he still reminded him intently, "Don't spread it randomly. The Jindan ancestor is also a human being, but he won't have a temper."

Seeing the little fat man's harsh and cowardly appearance, Yi Ming knew that he was either really telling the truth or not, or he just made up his mouth out of thin air.

And Yi Ming felt that the latter situation was more likely...

After thinking about a group of water friends on the Internet during the information explosion in his previous life, Yi Ming could only sigh that the characters' personalities really do not distinguish between the times, the environment, and the world...

"Don't worry, I just whisper to my friends. When I say it, I will tell him that I am definitely not the news I heard from you." Yi Ming said seriously.

“…”

The little fat man blinked, always feeling something wrong, and felt extremely insecurity, but he didn't know where he came from. Didn't the other party promise not to tell others that he heard from him?

The old jokes from Earth in the past teased the little fat man? Yi Ming browsed the sale list of Wuming yard again? He didn't find anything particularly satisfactory, so he left with ten thousand spirit stones in the end.

"Tsk tsk? This monk is quite powerful."

The little fat man sent Yi Ming to the door? He thought to himself, "Put his bad character aside? He only said that he could kill two direct disciples of Wangshan Sect and remained calm when browsing the sale list of Wumingyuan? You can see that he has a very strong foundation? He has a very high net worth and has many good things on hand."

"What a pity, Shuanghuacheng has fewer good things and made less money."

"Good guy? I said Fat Brother? You bought so many things, you just bought 15,000 spirit stones?"

At this time, another young deacon from the nameless yard came over, holding the transaction list of the fat man and Yi Ming just now, "You must have seven thousand spirit stones for this commission, right? The mission of the master sect is completed halfway immediately!"

The fat man raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly. "I met a powerful person and killed a sucker?"

"Awesome!" The young deacon raised a thumb, full of admiration.

...

Yi Ming, who didn't know that he had been slaughtered again, happily took these whitened spirit stones and started shopping? He bought a few bottles of elixirs and some toxic spiritual plants in various stores in the city. He rented the alchemy room of a shop at random and refined a batch of elixirs.

Only after he had almost finished the spirit stone flowers and the elixirs were refined, he slowly returned to the settlement of casual cultivators by Jinghu Lake with all his gains.

"I'm back, how about it?"

"I got a good harvest. I changed it to elixirs, and everyone had a share." Yi Ming said something and gave Qing Yangzi and the other two bottles of elixirs each.

Among them are the collections of the middle-stage monks of the Wangshan Sect and Cong Shaobai. Qing Yangzi and the three of them have all the shares, so although they knew that Yi Ming might have subsidized a little, they honestly took it without hesitation.

Although brothers also have to settle the score clearly, if they really have to calculate clearly and not badly, then this friend will be done.

"Qingling Dingyuan Pill, a good thing!" Tie Zhen poured out a pill and saw that it was a mysterious-level pill that was helpful for healing wounds, so he threw one into his mouth to use his abilities to heal his wounds.

On the other hand, Qing Yangzi and Yu Qiao Sanren, who were playing chess, didn't even look at it, and put the elixir into their respective magic treasures.

Qing Yangzi killed a large piece of Yuqiao Sanren's chess piece with one stone, "Since I'm back, I'll play chess with me. Tiezhen and Yuqiao's chess skills are too poor."

Yuqiao was speechless, "I kindly want to play chess with you, will you provoke you?"

...

Yi Ming started a leisurely and leisurely life again, but the Wangshan Sect was covered with dark clouds and the storm was about to come.

In an exquisite courtyard on the back mountain of Wangshan Sect, an old man who looked elegant and easy-going frowned and tried hard to suppress the anger that was almost uncontrollable.

"Elder Qi, someone saw Junior Brother Cong leave Jingtian City alone and fly towards Lu Jicheng."

"Shaobai didn't appear in Lujicheng?"

"No!"

"Have you asked the people on the road?"

"I asked, Junior Brother Cong was walking on the main road. People have seen Junior Brother Cong intermittently along the way, but when he was still two hundred miles away from Luji City, no one found Junior Brother Cong's traces again."

"There are no signs of fighting?"

"No……"

"There is no news for Yang Zhen?"

"No……"

"This is my old friends? Is it my old friends? Is it Lu or the old witch in Hai?"

"Elder..." The disciple who spoke seemed to have something to say.

"What's wrong?"

"Senior Brother Yuan...is also missing..."

"Wu Shen?" the old man frowned, "Wu Shen acted cautiously, had a profound formation, and was safe and safe. Maybe he was going to find the secrets where he could explore the secrets."

Now that his only grandson is missing, even if Yuan Wushen is his proud disciple, he is not in the mood to care about it at this time.

"But...but...he went to Rongyueshanmura..." the disciple said.

"Um?"

Rongyue Mountain Swamp has been very famous recently. Cultivators from all walks of life gathered together, and countless ferocious beasts fought in chaos, which was extremely lively.

Logically speaking, there was no chance at Rongyueshanmura at this time. If Yuan Wushen had gone there, he would have come back long ago.

"What else is there to say? Say it!"

"Yes..." The disciple had to tell you what Yuan Wushen did along the way and the purpose of going to Rongyueshanmura.

"Jinghu Palace? Bei Xueqing!" The old man's face turned darker in an instant, and he couldn't help but wave his hand. "I will discuss this matter later. I will find an opportunity to ask Bei Xueqing about her master. You can continue to go to the place where Shaobai is missing and expand the search range to two hundred miles. You must find the clues about Shaobai's missing!"
Chapter completed!