Tang Yun grinned: "The secret treasury of the sect."

"Hiss..." Chen Xiu's eyes widened and he was stunned for a long time. He couldn't help shouting: "Are you planning to steal the secret treasury of the sect?"

Tang Yun sneered and said domineeringly: "I, the majestic Lord of the Zhenwuge County of the imperial court, why would I resort to such despicable means as stealing if I want something?"

Chen Xiu was a little confused again. If it wasn't stealing, what should we do? Do you think you, Tang Yun, are the father of those sects? Just show your face and open the door to others?

Weiwei, on the other hand, suddenly twitched her eyebrows and looked at Tang Yun with horror. Her silver teeth clicked together and her tone was a bit sharp: "He wants to rob."

"impossible."

Chen Xiu shook his head and categorically rejected: "Even if these sects send out their masters, they will not go out in full force. There will definitely be masters who stay behind. Although his seventh-level strength is beyond ordinary people, he still cannot compete with him."

Weiwei sighed softly, her pretty face full of complexity: "Have you forgotten that when he targets the sect, he rarely relies on his own strength."

"..." Chen Xiu was dumbfounded. Only then did he remember that the Tang Yun in front of him was not a simple warrior. He also had an identity, a member of the imperial court's martial arts pavilion.

In other words, he is not a man who fights alone, but a person in the officialdom who has a large number of subordinates who can command with just his words.

Chen Xiu rubbed his forehead and looked towards the direction of the boat that seemed to be floating but was actually flying: "So are we going to meet the princess here?"

Weiwei has been around for such a long time and has so many licking dogs around her. She is much more keen on some things than Chen Xiu. If she thinks about what she just said, she can easily think of what Tang Yun will do next.

Unite with the local martial arts pavilion to eliminate the martial arts forces in this area.

Any sect, any aristocratic family, any three religions or nine streams, who have always been against the Zhenwu Pavilion, or who have vacillated in neutral and been a mere bastard, will all be purged.

Combined with what Tang Yun did in Longyang County, Weiwei unconsciously thought of a word: eradicate the root.

Tang Yun would definitely not give anyone a chance to counterattack. Whenever he made a move, he would kill them all with one blow, leaving no room for error.

If he doesn't do this, don't relax. He may not have enough food, so he will let you go for the time being, waiting for you to create greater benefits, and then catch them all in one fell swoop.

Tang Yun looked at Weiwei: "You are a smart person, so I need you to perform a play."

?

Weiwei instinctively trembled because she noticed that Tang Yun said 'you' instead of 'you'. She didn't care, but what did this 'we' mean?

Tang Yunheshan reminded: "You, and your tribe, tell them that there is going to be a play next. The evil atmosphere in the Zhenwu Pavilion may be stronger. Please bear with it. You need to do this..."

Chen Xiu's scalp was numb as she listened to Tang Yun's story, and she felt a chill in her heart unconsciously. Compared with this feeling of horror, her doubts about why Tang Yun knew so much and why he had to make it up like this had long gone out of the sky.

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After a quarter of an hour, Tang Yun untied the water bag and took a sip. He stopped talking to Weiwei who was deep in thought and looked at Chen Xiu with an incomprehensible look. He looked towards the island behind him, and a complex look seemed to flash across his face.

Calling up the panel, he pondered for a moment, and finally chose to enter the dungeon, not the Deep Sea Imperial Tomb, but the [Blood-stained Sky] from long ago.

He decided to clear this copy perfectly, so that he could get another attribute point and a skill point, which would also slightly improve his strength.

But whenever he thought of Xu Mo's words, he felt deeply uneasy.

If there really are time travelers, and if the virtual demon is also a time traveler, then for what purpose did he become such a monster?

never mind.

Let it go for now.

Tang Yun shook his head and chose to enter the dungeon [Blood-Stained Sky].

It was very easy to pass the level. With his current strength and the heaven-level martial arts of soul-destroying one-word slash, after patiently killing Jin Gehou and other bosses, he stabbed the virtual demon to death cleanly.

Skill points are added, attribute points...are kept.

Tang Yun felt that he would not be able to trigger a new dungeon in a short time, and he had no hope of clearing the current dungeon. If there were no attribute points to assist him when he waited for a breakthrough, he would be dumbfounded.

After entering the dungeon many times, although it was only a few moments in reality, Tang Yun felt unspeakably tired, and it didn't take long before he returned control of the boat to Chen Xiu.

Chen Xiu was MMP in his heart, but he had to keep a smile on his face. He found that after following Tang Yun, he was just a toiler. The key was that he didn't have the confidence to resist.

When asking for help from others, be humble~

This is just reality.

Chen Xiu sighed secretly. After being beaten by society, he had long lost the so-called arrogance of a genius, because he knew very well that this thing was easy to beat and provoked hatred, but other than that it was useless.

Don't ask him why he knows.
Chapter completed!