Zhang Zitong was following Zu An to the dock when he suddenly asked, "Is your Excellency here this time to set up an outpost for the Regent?"
"Call Master!" Zu An said calmly, "Who said the regent was coming?"
Zhang Zitong pursed his lips and smiled, "I guessed."
Zu An snorted, "I'm afraid it was the force behind you that told you."
Zhang Zitong didn't answer, and the two of them had already reached the dock.
The Yin Yang Sect disciples who were searching for Fang Biao couldn't help being surprised and happy when they saw them: "Master Biao, you are back."
"Why are you howling? Am I not doing well here?" Zu An recalled the tone of Fang Biao he had just met.
"Yes, yes." Several disciples' eyes fell on Zhang Zitong, and their eyes suddenly showed surprise, "This is..."
"My young master's new maid." Zu An smoothly put Zhang Zitong into his arms. This woman's waist is quite flexible.
Zhang Zitong blushed and said nothing, thinking that Master Eleven's arms were so warm.
Those disciples looked at her face and then at her long legs, and they were filled with envy. Master Biao was really lucky to be able to get such top quality products.
"Master Biao, everyone is waiting for you, hurry up and get on the boat." Those disciples said hurriedly.
"What's the hurry? I know it well." Zu An hugged Zhang Zitong and walked slowly towards the boat.
Zhang Zitong was filled with admiration. Just now, the adult was a bit awkward, but now he really brought Fang Biao's arrogance to life.
Not long after, a group of people came to the boat. Seeing his slow and leisurely manner, Li Feiqing, who was carefree and unhurried, suddenly became a little dissatisfied. "Can you hurry up? The whole boat is waiting for you."
The anger value from Li Feiqing is +223+223+223...
"I've been waiting for so long, so what if I wait a little longer?" Zu An replied directly.
"You!" Li Feiqing's pupils shrank, "Even your eldest brother doesn't dare to talk to me like this?"
The anger value from Li Feiqing is +499+499+499...
Not to mention him, many people from other sects also started to scold him, this kid was too arrogant.
Seeing the continuous anger levels in the background, Zu An thought this was an unexpected surprise.
"Don't pretend here. If you have the guts, go and say this in front of my brother." Zu An sneered, as if he didn't care.
Now even Zhang Zitong was a little worried. She was not worried that the Eleven people would not be able to defeat these people, but that their plan would be ruined.
Li Feiqing stood up, his eyes flashing with anger, and he grabbed a weapon.
Anger value from Li Feiqing +444+4
44+444……
Fatty Hu and others on the side thought that it was no secret that Li Feiqing liked the saint, but now that he was cut off by Fang Long, he had already been filled with anger. Fang Biao actually dared to provoke him now.
Just as Li Feiqing was about to take action, Pan Qiaoqiao from the Heavenly Demon Sect stood in front of him and said with a sweet smile, "Feiqing, it's not like you don't know what kind of temper he is. Why should you be acquainted with him? We have recruited so many new people today, really.
Do you want them to see a joke?"
Li Feiqing knew that Tianmo Sect had always been on good terms with Yin Yang Dao. Although his cultivation level was higher than these two, the power of Xiaoyao Dao was far inferior to that of Tian Mo Sect and Yin Yang Dao. He could only snort and sit back angrily. "
Being less familiar with you would lower my style."
The storm disappeared without a trace, and many people in the audience breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, some were a little disappointed.
A disciple of Wuqingdao suddenly laughed and said, "Fang Biao, where are the followers around you? Why are you the only one left?"
At this time, the remaining people in Yin Yang Dao couldn't help but ask, "Yes, Master Biao, where are A Ping and the others?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Zu An, and many of them looked a little suspicious.
Zu An's expression was as usual, "All dead."
"All dead?" Everyone was surprised.
Pan Qiaoqiao from the Heavenly Demon Sect's face darkened, "Who on earth has eaten the ambitious leopard and dared to kill you Yin and Yang Dao people? Is there an invasion from a foreign enemy?"
As soon as these words came out, the people on the boat suddenly became commotion, whispering, and even began to examine the new disciples recruited this time, wondering if someone with evil intentions had sneaked in.
"She." Zu An pointed to Zhang Zitong in his arms with an indifferent expression.
Zhang Zitong turned his face away, showing his pride and humiliation vividly.
"How can such a delicate beauty be so powerful?" Pan Qiaoqiao swayed her waist and walked around, looking Zhang Zitong up and down.
Not to mention her, not even the other people in the sect believe it. After all, Zhang Zitong is so beautiful, especially those legs that make it difficult to look away. Can such a delicate woman kill all his men?
You must know that Master Yin Yang loves this third son the most. He knows that he has the lowest cultivation level and loves to cause trouble, so he is equipped with good hands around him.
At this time, Wang Cong, the direct disciple of the Tiandi Sect who was responsible for recruiting this time, couldn't help but come out and said, "Nonsense, this girl wanted to join our Tiandi Sect before. I think she is very qualified. She could have been successfully selected, but she later disappeared.
, I just heard that it seems that you led someone to bully me, if
Now you are pouring this dirty water on her."
The eyes of everyone on the boat when they looked at Zu An were filled with shame. You must know that the reputation of Yin Yang Dao is not good to begin with, especially this kid Fang Biao, who bullies men and dominates women, is obscene and shameless, and is even more garbage among garbage.
Hearing all the doubts around him, Zu An said coldly, "This woman is the court's embroiderer, and she is also a silver embroiderer. Do you plan to recruit such a person into the Tiandi Sect?"
As soon as these words came out, the people around him took a breath of cold air, the embroidered clothes messenger?
The Holy Cult has not suffered at the hands of the Embroidered Clothes Messenger in these years. This is the most mysterious and notorious organization in the imperial court. Anyone who is targeted by the Embroidered Clothes Messenger will only die.
Wang Cong's expression changed, but as a direct disciple, he reacted quickly: "Haha, you said so? How did you know about it?"
"Of course she told me." Zu An pinched the back of Zhang Zitong's neck from behind.
Zhang Zitong groaned, obviously feeling a little pained. Many people in the audience felt distressed when they saw this, thinking that this guy is really rude.
Wang Cong laughed, "Haha, who doesn't know that the messengers of embroidered clothes are hard-nosed. Even if they are defeated, they will bite the poison and kill themselves in advance. If she is really a silver medal embroidered clothes, how could she fall into your hands and tell you his identity?"
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"You don't understand this. When a woman is completely sent to the clouds by you, she will be completely obedient to you." Zu An said with a smile.
Zhang Zitong's cheeks were red. Outsiders only thought she was ashamed and angry. In fact, she was not angry. She was indeed a little embarrassed. She thought to herself that the Eleventh Master said this so easily. Before, I was worried that a young boy like him would pretend to be a thief.
Woolen cloth.
Master Eleven is really amazing, no matter who he pretends to be, he can be so lifelike.
Hearing Zu An's answer, there was a burst of boos from around him, obviously not believing that he had this ability.
Many people even whistled and laughed and said, "Pang Biao, who doesn't know you are vain? Can you conquer a silver medal embroidered clothes?"
"Yes, you bullied a little girl but made up such a lie."
…
Hearing everyone's doubts, Zu An directly threw a token over.
The laughter on the boat suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on the token. The runes of the special beast on it exuded a sense of eeriness, and everyone felt frightened when they looked at it. This was something that had been embroidered on clothes for many years.
The pressure brought by the messengers hunting down the disciples of the Holy Cult.
“It’s really a silver medal embroidered garment!”
At this time, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Zhang Zitong. They were no longer as pitiful as before, but were full of vigilance.
If she is really a silver medal embroidered clothes, she is indeed capable of killing all the men around Fang Biao
Down.
You must know that the Silver Medal Xiuyi are the best among the Xiuyi messengers. Not only are they highly cultivated, but they are also well-equipped with various magical weapons from the imperial court, making them not only invincible at the same level, but can even challenge higher levels.
At this time Li Feiqing stood up again, "With all due respect, since she can kill all your men, she can naturally kill you, so how could she fall into your hands? Did you capture her or was she held hostage?"
Now even Pan Qiaoqiao became suspicious, and everyone vaguely surrounded Zu An in the center.
Zu An frowned, these guys are really difficult to deal with.
At this time, Zhang Zitong's voice transmission came to my ears, "Pinch me..."
Zu An was stunned. Zhang Zitong had quietly guided his hand to his chest.
Zu An reacted quickly and rubbed it a few times roughly. "Haha, what's so difficult about this? Although this woman has a very high level of cultivation, she is still a woman. How can she stand up to my improved version of 'Spring Breeze Eighteen'?"
Spend'?"
Zhang Zitong groaned and felt an electric current spread all over her body instantly, and her whole body almost softened.
Even though I knew it was just an act, my heart was still filled with emotion when being treated like this by Master Eleven.
"That's it," Pan Qiaoqiao smiled and nodded. She knew that Fang Biao had this medicine on her. "This little sister seems to have been completely conquered by you. She became emotional just by squeezing her like this."
Others also gave up their doubts. If this woman held Fang Biao hostage, how could she allow him to knead the dough so wantonly?
Zu An stretched out his hand to hug Pan Qiaoqiao and smiled proudly, "Of course, Senior Sister Pan, do you want to give it a try?"
"I'm afraid your kidney won't be able to hold on." Pan Qiaoqiao twisted her waist and dodged his Lushan Claw with a sweet smile.
Zhang Zitong bit her lip, thinking that Eleven was getting more and more into the drama.
Seeing this, people from other factions gradually dispersed. They just lamented that Fang Biao was a blessing in disguise. He got such a beautiful woman and a silver medal in embroidered clothes. It was exciting to think about it.
Many people even maliciously speculated that Fang Biao, the famous little prince with kidney deficiency, could really give this silver medal embroidered clothes to the eighteenth spring breeze. I'm afraid he asked his subordinates to do it for him. In order to maintain his reputation afterwards, he sent those subordinates to him.
Silenced.
People in the Demon Sect have long been accustomed to this.
Many disciples in Yin Yang were even a little happy. After those people died, the seat next to Master Biao became vacant, and they could take over.
"sail!"
Pan Qiaoqiao had just given the order when Fatty Hu shouted, "Wait!"
He immediately came to Zu An and said, "Master Biao, was there someone named Lu Ren who helped this girl beside you before?"