"Gone."

Zhao Yun jumped off the fighting platform in one step and gradually moved away from Mu Qinghan.

Even after walking far away, you can still see him waving his hand, which means clearly: If you have such a good thing again, come to me.

"I really... can't see through him." Many people murmured, and many people sighed. They were all beaten to death. There was a trio of troublemakers in front of them, and Wei Chuan's little follower behind them.

Being beaten down.

"It's better to make money faster in the martial arts arena." There were a lot of tuts.

In just a short time, I got 200,000 yuan, which was indeed much faster than completing the task.

"I hope Wei Chuan will come back soon." Those who watched the excitement did not mind the big deal. As soon as these words came out, their eyes sparkled. With Wei Chuan's temperament, it is strange that he can be kind. Just wait! The big drama is yet to come.

"That's it... it's over."

More people came over and were stunned for a while when they saw Zheng Ming on the stage.

Hearing about the challenge, Ma Liu rushed here. He thought he was not slow, but he still failed to catch up.

When fighting Ji Hen, just one word: fast.

This is the conclusion unanimously given by everyone in the audience. If you don’t play falsely... you just fall.

"Everyone who sees it has a share." Here, Zhao Yun stuffed Mu Qinghan with another banknote.

"What kind of freak are you?" Mu Qinghan glanced sideways and glanced up and down at Zhao Yun. They had fought four times before and after, and they all won completely and gained a lot. But now, she didn't see Zhao Yun perform anything other than throwing people.

Secret technique.

In other words, besides throwing people, her junior brother doesn't know any other secret skills at all.

"I'm going to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion." Zhao Yun smiled and walked a few steps quickly.

Mu Qinghan watched him leave and turned the corner towards Zizhu Peak.

This is good news. I have to tell the master and let the master know that my junior brother is very good at fighting.

"Where's the goods?"

"Where's the money?"

This dialogue should be the secret code for the connection between Zhao Yun and Chen Xuanlao.

There are many people who come to buy things. After hearing this, most of them are scratching their heads, what is this?

"Ten bottles of Heavenly Eye Spiritual Juice."

Today, Zhao Yun was extraordinarily generous, spending all his money on the counter.

Not to mention the disciples who were shopping, even Mr. Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows. This boy has a mine at home!

"Go to the martial arts stage more often and you will have everything." This would be Zhao Yun's response.

Old Chen Xuan was smiling brightly. Whenever Zhao Yun came here, there would be big business.

Zhao Yun came and left as quickly as he came. The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion was not far next door, so he had to go and have a look.

Before I entered, I felt the little buds of creation trembling, and the strange treasure was still there.

Also there was You Lan. She was always there whenever she came to the Scripture Depository Pavilion. She had stolen countless secret volumes and ancient books. This kind of theft was done with memory crystals, but no one noticed it.

Seeing Zhao Yun, Youlan collected the memory crystal.

"Senior sister?" Zhao Yun walked over and called tentatively.

"What's the matter?" Youlan opened her lips slightly, using a cool attitude to cover up her panic.

"So you're not deaf!" Zhao Yun said this, naturally, as a joke, mainly because he wanted to make sure that since he could hear, why did he transmit the wrong words, and was he not deliberately trying to trick me?

Youlan's pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly, not knowing what Zhao Yun meant by these words.

To be precise, she didn't care at all. She came to Tianzong...to do a mission. She didn't care about love or love. The letter was delivered, the words were brought with her, and the rest...loved whomever.

While he was talking, a wisp of fragrant wind came over him.

Nai Yueling came down from the second floor. She saw Youlan here and Ji Hen was also here, so she came here. She was as indifferent as ever, especially the moment she saw Zhao Yun, she became even more cold, even a touch of coldness.

Hostile, unconsciously thinking that Zhao Yun was harassing her junior sister.

In this way, it makes people very angry. First he sent her love poems, and then only two or three days later, he pestered her junior sister. How could this person who came through the back door be so annoying and so thick-skinned?

"It's so cold!"

Zhao Yun thought in his mind, Yue Ling's temperament is so cool.

"She is not something you can get your hands on." Yue Ling said lightly, her words cold and cold.

These words were spoken to Zhao Yun, and the woman in his mouth was referring to Youlan.

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but glance at Yue Ling. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes said everything: Senior sister, did you see me pestering her? You can't wrongly accuse a good person.

Yue Ling was too lazy to say anything, so she took Youlan's hand and turned to leave.

Youlan doesn't want to leave, but she still wants to rub the secret scroll? This is really embarrassing, isn't it?

Zhao Yun disagreed and picked up an ancient scroll to read.

The entire Sutra Pavilion was quiet, except for the snoring of the old master of Xuanshan, which was like muffled thunder. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't sleep well last night, or there was too much, so he didn't even know Zhao Yun came in.

Not long after, that guy Su Yu came, picked up Zhao Yun and left.

"Where to go?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Please eat the soul fruit." Su Yu said with a smile, "The old master is not here today."

Zhao Yun put down the ancient book and followed him all the way.

He has heard of the so-called soul fruit. It is a strange fruit. Eating it can help nourish the spirit. The price is not too expensive, but ordinary martial arts practitioners cannot afford this thing. With this money, they might as well

Buy pills.

After turning a few corners, the two of them stopped in an orchard.

Standing outside the door, you can see the spiritual fruit trees one after another, with thick trunks and lush branches and leaves, especially the fruits hanging on them, which are all shiny and have a unique refreshing fragrance.

This is Tianzong’s Spiritual Fruit Garden.

Zhao Yun knew this, but this was the first time he came back. The aura inside was so rich that it was even shrouded in clouds and mist. The entire orchard was shrouded in mist, and each fruit tree was hidden in the depths of the clouds. Cultivating here must be

Get twice the result with half the effort.

However, this place is not something anyone can come to if they want to.

There are prohibitions engraved on the outer wall of the garden. Anyone who dares to break in will be dealt with according to the rules.

"Mistress, open the door." Su Yu called out.

"If you call me that again, I'll kick you to death."

Someone responded that he was a young man wearing plain clothes. Zhao Yun did not recognize him, but he had heard that he was a disciple of Lingcaoyuan. The Tianzong people called him Yang Feng. He was the third eldest child in the family, so they all called him Xiaosan. At first glance, he thought

It was a third party who got involved! There must have been quite a misunderstanding.

"Why is there another one?" Yang Feng looked at Su Yu, then looked at Zhao Yun, his eyes were a bit strange, where did Tianzong come from the True Spirit Realm? Isn't the minimum standard Xuanyang? Did you come in through the back door?

"My brother." Su Yu smiled and opened the door by himself.

Zhao Yun, who was still looking at the orchard, was also dragged in by him.

Entering the orchard, it was a different scene. The spiritual power was so strong that it was hard to say.

"He was introduced by the handsome lady Chi Yan." Su Yu whispered, speaking to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

The handsome woman was famous in China, so he knew that she would open a back door to a true spiritual realm.

"This kid has some skills." Su Yu was a chatterbox, and kept talking about Zhao Yun's deeds all the way, including the challenge from Yuxin Pavilion, and the wrestling on the battlefield.

"It seems that I have been in seclusion for too long, and there is such an interesting thing." Yang Feng sighed, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Yun a few more times. He didn't know whether Zhao Yun was upright or not, but since he was introduced by the female coach, there must be someone outstanding.

In this regard, he is much more reliable than those elders who play football.

"Eat, you're welcome."

Su Yu didn't regard himself as an outsider at all. When passing by a fruit tree, he picked three soul fruits, gave one to Zhao Yun, and stuffed one into his mouth. As for the remaining one,

He held it in his arms, and Yang Feng looked at it with side eyes. He just ate it and took it with him?

“It tastes good.”

Zhao Yun took a bite. It was really rich and fragrant and had a refreshing effect.

If you get one or two fruits like this every day, your spirit will be nourished over time.

Therefore, it is quite good to be a disciple of Lingguoyuan.

Practicing here would indeed get twice the result with half the effort. If Su Yu and Yang Feng hadn't been here, he would have probably picked up the small purple gourd. Given enough time, he could have absorbed all the aura of heaven and earth here.

Soon, the three of them arrived at a pavilion.

The Lingguo Garden is elegantly decorated, with a small pavilion nestled deep among the fruit trees.
To be continued...