Ten million contribution points.

This is just one of the conditions for being promoted to a fourth-rank family.

In addition.

There must also be a Nascent Soul monk in the clan.

Furthermore.

There must be two grand masters in the clan.

Nascent Soul Monk.

The Fu family must not be able to change it, and the most important thing is that in the clan, only Mr. Fu is the fifth-level alchemy master. Therefore, they still lack a fifth-level master!

"Zhihong, Bai Lian, Siyuan, Sitian, Siyuan, Sili, Sijiu, Sipu, Yimu and Yian, you ten of you will take the spirit-condensing pills and meditate first to strengthen your cultivation. When Xiao Huang and Xiaobai find the clan land, we will ask Zhifei to come from Guyaju and set up a fifth-level spirit gathering array, so that you eleven of you can form elixirs together."

The rest of Mr. Fu was thrown to Fu Zhihong and asked him to arrange the relocation of his clan members. The old man called Fu Shiyi to the second floor and came back to the heart of the tower. After listening to Fu Shiyi's killing Lei Wushang, he looked at Fu Shiyi and had not spoken for a long time. Then he raised his head and his eyes were slightly wet:

"Eleventh."

"Our Fu family owes you mother and daughter after all."

Mr. Fu seems to have grown up by dozens of years at once.

He has his eyes hunched over.

Holding back tears.

Look at Fu Shiyi again.

Confident tone.

It's like swearing:

"Eleventh, don't worry, the Fu family owes you what they have. After we return to our ancestral land, we will definitely compensate you twice as much."

Mr. Fu mentioned the word "ancestral land", his body was straight, and his eyes were shining with dazzling stars. Obviously, he firmly believed that after returning to the ancestral land and returning to the family tree, their identities would also undergo earth-shaking changes.

At least.

Mr. Fu has always believed so firmly.

"Eleventh, while there are three months left, you should refine your natal magic weapon. If you lack anything, just mention it to me. But before that, you have to return to Jingzhou."

Mr. Fu's face turned sad.

Sighing and saying:

"You returned to Jingzhou and asked your three-best organization to move the ancestral tomb of our Fu family to the back of the temple in the ruined village. You mentioned that we should establish our Fu family's underworld in the underworld. This matter now needs to be arranged as the top priority of the clan."

If the insult has been established.

The 40,000 dead souls have a place to settle down at this moment.

"Grandfather, I was about to tell you this."

Fu eleven noon.

She pulled out a drawing from her arms.

The drawings slowly unfold.

It was a stone, but this stone had sixty-six edges, but each edge had a ray of red tassel drooping:

"Grandfather, I have prepared all the other materials for building Yin-Yang Road. I only need the red tassel stone in my hand. I still need to send a letter to my fifth sister, so that she can find a way to bid for this red tassel stone at the next fifty-year auction in Lanyisi."

"Oh, Lanyisi is going to hold an auction?"

Mr. Fu did not receive the message.

Fu Shiyi explained:

"I also received news from Li Changfeng of the Li family. It is said that at this auction once every 50 years, participants need to have to have tokens in their hands to enter the market. The tokens in the entire Mangzhou are only 108. Li Changfeng can bring one more person in. He showed me the list of one-tenth of auction items announced by Lanyi Company was red tassel stone."

However.

Fu Shiyi felt that he was busy with everything.

So he politely rejected Li Changfeng's invitation.

"Eleventh, you......tsk!"

Mr. Fu shook his head.

Extremely regretful,

"A large auction once every fifty years"

"How can you push it out of such a rare opportunity?"

"You silly girl."
Chapter completed!