"Since my senior brothers ask me to guard the gate, I will guard the gate. Seeing my second senior brother's coldness, I guess he is a very powerful guy and will not be bullied." Yaorao thought about it and patted the gray on her skirt, preparing to sit by the bonfire again.

When she first arrived in Shenzong, she didn't want to involve herself in the dispute immediately.

However, just as Yaorao was thinking this way, a round and short fat man walked out of Fu Shan’s disciple’s room again.

"Wow! Girl! Who are you?"

As soon as the fat man saw the chicken legs on the bonfire, his little black bean-like eyes immediately flashed with ghost light. The clumsy-looking body jumped over and rushed towards him with a clever look, and he successfully grabbed a big chicken leg under the mouth of the smug Ermao God.

The fat man was chewing the chicken legs proudly, while sitting shamelessly on the opposite side of the enchanting man, squeezing at her.

"My name is Yuchi, and I am the young apprentice of Fushan."

Yaorao patiently introduced her identity again. She used her fingers to re-calculate the eight disciples of Fushan.

The eldest and the eighth brother were bullied, and the second and the seventh brother went to rescue him. The third and fourth brothers did not return home, and it seemed that they were going to repair a house. The fifth brother had diarrhea just now and was already mentioned by old man Zhong Linzi to treat him.

If there are disciples in Fushan, they should be the sixth brother who has been sleeping all the time, right?

"Oh! So it's Ajiu!" The fat man's face was even more smiling, and he patted his chest desperately and shouted: "I am Lao Liu! Your sixth senior brother! Come on, girl, call me sweetly, Senior Brother Six. Hahaha!"

As expected, Yaorao immediately greeted the sixth senior brother sweetly. The fat man seemed to be extremely excited to Master Zhong Linzi accept another female disciple, because Fushan was a few mosquitoes, and there was no female creature at all. Therefore, the house of the little girls in the Seventeenth Main Peak was broken, and the third and fourth brothers would run to show off. Now Fushan finally welcomed his first female disciple, and the old man naturally smiled happily.

The two had a harmonious conversation. It seemed that in addition to being a little bit slim, the sixth senior brother Yaorao was actually a very easy-going and talkative man. He dug out everyone's gossip about Fu Shan, which made Yaorao laugh.

"By the way, I don't know what the second senior brother and Lao Qi are doing? Didn't Lao Qi say he wanted to cook the fire? I see that the kitchen has turned into scorched earth again."

He had long been accustomed to Lao Qi's behavior of burning houses from time to time, and Senior Brother Six asked quite calmly.

"Oh, they said the manager would not give us monthly payments, so they went to find a place."

Yaorao was holding a small firewood stick in her hand, and calmly pulled the bonfire that was about to go out in front of her. The Ermao divine beast was already swollen with a round belly, and was falling down beside Yaorao's feet and sticking out her tongue.

The second senior brother had a solemn and solemn aura, so he could naturally beat the blind manager to urinate.

"What?!" Hearing the enchanting answer, Senior Brother Six screamed and stood up. "Ajiu, it's miserable!" A bitter expression immediately appeared on Senior Brother Six's cheek.

"What's wrong?" Yaorao felt something was wrong from the expression of Senior Brother Six.

"The second brother is the most fucking fight. He asked him to find a place. Every time he was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face and was carried back..." Senior Brother Six's face was so bitter that he could almost produce oil. "The most powerful fight among us was the fifth brother, but he was poisoned and taken away by his master! What should I do? "

Senior Brother Six was so anxious that he kept going around in circles like the ant on the fire in front of Yaorao. Finally, he made up his heart and gritted his teeth and said to Yaorao: "Ajiu, you are waiting here, Senior Brother Six will come when you go."

After saying that, the fat man stepped into the void with his fat butt and turned toward the air in the direction where the second and the seventh brother disappeared.

What! Shrimp?

The second senior brother who gives people such a sense of solemnity is actually a rookie in the fight?

Yao Rao suddenly felt dizzy.

Do you want to be so terrible? Why is it so scary when you can’t fight?!

OK, OK! I'll go and take a look.

When she thought of this, Yaorao immediately shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Six, wait for me! I'll go together."

He rose up in the air and instantly walked side by side with the fat sixth senior brother.

Seeing Yaorao chasing after effortlessly, Senior Brother Six suddenly gazes. He looked at Yaorao's side face and said very seriously: "Ajiu, your summoning rank is in Fushan, and you probably can rank third."

Because I thought Yaorao had good combat power, the fat guy didn't push her to Fu Shan anymore.

puff!

The enchanting and genius were furious.

"How miserable is this Fushan? The seventh-level intermediate war god can still rank third in combat power!"

Following the sixth senior brother, he flew to the hall of the management office, and bypassed the green mountains, the two flew towards a low but exquisite bungalow. They came all the way to the air, Yaorao felt the status of a disciple of the Fushan lineage in the Shenzong.

She originally thought that Master Fu was precious because of his rareness, but from the eyes of the disciples of the Shenzong who passed by, she saw dullness. It seemed that Zhong Linzi had a low influence in the Shenzong. It was also based on this that a small manager dared to deduct Fushan's monthly payment quota.

When it fell on the ground, the eyes were indeed full of fusion!

However, the number of people is far beyond the enchanting imagination.

In fact, the monthly distribution of quotas to disciples within the sect was originally an extremely simple and ordinary thing. According to Fushan’s standards, each disciple has four branches of three spirit liquid, one blood clot, one blood clot, one marrow pill, one marrow pill, three toxic pills, and three jinzhu pills. As long as a disciple holding the mountain master’s order comes to report his head and take the things away.

With the wealth of Shenzong, the foundation of being rich and not being able to send money is simply to find fault!

There was a God of War on the ground, and the miserable servant was thrown upside down on the branch. It seemed that the tragic battle before was imaginable.

Yaorao saw the second and seventh brothers who were being beaten by a crowd at a glance.
Chapter completed!