The villagers were talking about it, and there were all kinds of speculations about the safe return of Zhao Wuyang, the stupid son of the village chief.

Zhao Wujiang looked gentle, and the village chief Zhao Fugui's expression was taken into his eyes. He sighed slightly in his heart, walked closer, clasped his fists, bent down at Zhao Fugui, and said sincerely:

"Thank you for saving your life."

Zhao Fugui's lips trembled, and his luck as an old father finally dissipated completely. He held Zhao Wujiang's bowing arms, opened his mouth, and did not say anything, but nodded.

"Ninth brother, you..." Zhao Dalang frowned and said in confusion, but he soon understood and sighed.

The villagers of Zhaojia Village looked increasingly confused, staring at the village chief and Zhao Wuyang.

Why did Zhao Wuyang suddenly give people a gentle and gentle feeling? What was the innocent and stupid thing in the past?

What happened to the village chief? Why did he feel a little older? Shouldn’t the child be happy when he returns?

"The dangers of the Blood God Sect have been eliminated." Zhao Wujiang said seriously to everyone:

"There will no longer be a Blood God Sect to disturb your life."

Upon hearing this, the villagers stared at the village chief's stupid son in surprise, thinking that he was talking nonsense. The Blood God Sect has an immortal. How can the village chief's stupid son solve it?

But they soon became more and more shocked. Why did Zhao Wuyang look like he has become a completely different person?

They looked at Zhao Wuyang's serious expression and took another look. The Eagle of the Blood God Sect who was quietly lying behind Zhao Wuyang, and all kinds of speculations in their hearts gathered into one.

That's what Zhao Wuyang said, it's true, and there will be no Blood God Sect to disturb their peaceful life in the future.

And Zhao Wuyang is probably never a fool, and is very likely to be an immortal. He was just caught by the village chief Zhao Fugui.

And this guess was quickly verified.

The villagers watched Zhao Wuyang rub his arms and took out objects.

Pots of grass with a slightly shining light, beautiful flowers of different colors, bags of soil, jade bottles loaded with elixirs...

It seems that Zhao Wuyang has moved somewhere.

And Zhao Wuyang's arms can accommodate so many things, so what if he is not an immortal?

The villagers exclaimed and talked a lot. Those who had ridiculed Zhao Wuyang in front of the village chief hid in the crowd and did not dare to speak. Although Zhao Wuyang had not returned at that time, they were worried that Zhao Wuyang, as an immortal, might sense it.

Their previous disrespect.

Village chief Zhao Fugui's eyes flashed. He had seen many strange things compared to the villagers. He knew that Zhao Wuyang most likely wanted to give back to the entire village.

Most of the villagers were shocked when they looked at Zhao Wuyang who kept taking out the treasures of spiritual energy.

Shocked the village chief Zhao Fugui really saved an immortal, and sighed that this immortal was not like the ruthlessness of the legendary immortal, but a gentle expression and a valuable affection and righteousness.

Soon, most of the places at the east end of the village were filled with all kinds of things.

The five storage bags in Zhao Wujiang's arms are about to be empty.

He has tested these flowers, grass, and elixirs, and for him, the effectiveness of cultivation is not that strong.

It is better to give it to this village to make the entire village more spiritual. It is not necessary to ask anyone to embark on the path of immortal cultivation, at least to prolong their lifespan.

He explained the effects of these flowers, plants and elixirs. The villagers exclaimed, bowed respectfully to him and expressed their gratitude. He also returned the gift seriously.

From beginning to end, the village chief Zhao Fugui did not say any extra words, but just watched him take out all kinds of things, with a complex look, containing loss and sigh.

Zhao Dalang was much more excited. He was already martial, but he had longing in his heart.

Zhao Wujiang took a step closer and lowered his voice:

"I want to go home."

Zhao Fugui's eyes trembled, looking at the silly son he picked up in surprise, and the old eyes rose into mist. He nodded quickly:

"Okay, go home."
Chapter completed!