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The main hall of Putuo Temple is solemn and full of incense.

The more powerful people in the martial arts world gather, the more they gathered. Master Kuzhu meditated in front of the Buddha and recited Buddhist scriptures.

The crowd was divided into two rows, some were sitting on the futon and some were standing on both sides. Those who could sit on the futon were all people with prominent status in the world.

Zhao Wujiang was wearing a black robe like ink, wearing a bronze mask on his face, and looked at the world with his eyes.

He originally planned to leave, but now he is dark and he is not suitable to travel at night. In addition, he has never felt the spirit of the world, so he is now interested.

Anyway, he has obtained the secret book of the formless Prajna Sutra, and this journey has been achieved.

"Give it one to give it one to give it one to give it one to give it!" A young and unruly voice sounded.

Two figures came in from outside the hall, a little girl about eight or nine years old, and a man wearing a hat with a stiff movement.

The little girl is petite and cute. She is wearing a snow-white jacket. Her soft hair is tied into two small balls. She is covered with blush on both sides of her cheeks. The blush is not evenly applied, and it is blurred into two blurred lumps.

She jumped and jumped as she walked, with a big shovel behind her back, and there was also stained loess on the shovel.

The man wearing a hat made his movements extremely stiff and unlike a living person.

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. The little girl was not old, but she did have the fifth-grade cultivation level. He noticed that everyone present only glanced at the little girl, and many people showed a look of fear.

"People, this girl is the one who steals the sect." Jia Ersan saw Zhao Wujiang's doubts and explained softly:

"The girl next to her is a puppet of the corpse-driver."

"There is a connection between the thief and the corpse-driver?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled.

Ar 23 nodded:

“A hundred years ago, it was a family.

The thief sect and the corpse-driven corpse are branches left over from the Tian Tomb Sect back then, including two rare sects in the martial arts world, including Baihua Valley and Qinghui Pavilion, both belong to the Tian Tomb Sect back then.

The two ancestors of the Tian Tomb Sect were both powerful men above the heavenly rank. They lived together like fairy couples, especially Yang Daxia, who had broken his right arm, but his left hand sword was famous in the Jianghu.

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Now, the Xuantian Sword List listed in the Sword Tomb is ranked first in the world!

It’s just a pity that the Xuantian Sword was broken by someone…”

"It's really a pity." Zhao Wujiang looked at the little girl's petite body and shuttled into the crowd. Many people avoided it. After all, when they met someone who stole the sect, they might lose a piece of meat when they were touched.

Jia Ersan sighed quietly: "Later, the fragments were recast by the people of the sword tomb, and they were recast into three swords, one dragon cemetery, one dragon abyss, and one dragon robbery.

The Dragon Tribulation has been flowing several times and arrived in the imperial city. Because the Dragon Tribulation has a bad meaning, it has been changed to Longquan."

Zhao Wujiang's mind was shocked, and his mind suddenly trembled. He felt like he was going to grow his brain. For some reason, the sound of a blacksmith suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!"

There is also the sound of pulling the bellows and the crying of the baby and the woman.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head hard, looking a little dazed.

When the tomb guards met, they said that I had the breath of Longque and Longquan on my body. I didn't react at that time... His eyes narrowed slightly, Longquan was in the palace?

He saw the little girl walking through the crowd, as if teasing a bunch of fourth-grade strong men, constantly laughing.

Suddenly, he saw a tall man in black robe standing behind the crowd opposite, who seemed to be staring at him.

"People Master? Are you okay?" Jia Ersan felt something abnormal. Zhao Wujiang's expression was a little wrong. He followed Zhao Wujiang's gaze and saw the little girl laughing and jumping, he said in confusion:

"Did the Pavilion Master see something on Sikongxing, who is the stolen sect?"

"Sikongxing?" Zhao Wujiang murmured, his eyes trembled, and the man in black robe behind the crowd disappeared, as if he had never existed.

"Yes, just this girl, her master Sikong is not borrowed, she is extremely powerful. Among everyone present, I'm afraid only Master Kuzhu can suppress Sikong and not borrow one." Jia Ersan sighed:

"So, Master, you don't have to wonder why the powerful people don't take action against Sikongxing's jokes. After all, Sikong does not use his strength to be strong, and acts without being unruly."

Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath and slowly suppressed his mood. The sound of ironwork and the sound of the baby and the crying of the baby and the ears seemed too real.

"Old ghost Huang Tang, the sun is shining on his butt! Get up quickly!" Sikongxing trotted to the old man who was drunk on the cushion, made a trumpet-shaped hand, bent down and placed next to the old man's ear, and shouted close to him.

"Go and go." Huang Tang Laogui turned over slightly and waved Sikongxing.

A few laughter came from the crowd, and a hint of fear flashed across Xuanyuan Yuheng's eyes under the ghost face. Sikongxing's master Sikong was his enemy of this trip.

"Uncle Jiang." Sikongxing shouted sweetly to Jiang Chengfeng, the head of the Jiang family beside him. His round eyes glanced at the man in blue clothes beside him and said with a pursed mouth:

"Zhang Yinren, why are you here?"

The man in blue snorted dissatisfiedly, did not speak, and argued with a child, which would only be sneered by everyone.
Chapter completed!