Of course, Fang Hu knew the power of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, so they never took the initiative to attack, but just surrounded Xuanyuan's allies. As for the star pirate group, it was a joke. They dared not really pounce on it, and no one was useless to order it. Not to mention Fang Hu, even the orders of the Three Qings are just for nothing, it was just a restraint. Now it seems that the effect is very good. Xuanyuan is too conservative and puts a large amount of power on the dome, which loses the power of the sword cultivator.

In such entanglement, they are not far from their goals. With Kundao's strength to leave the world, if Wushang nods again, they will definitely be driven away within twenty years!

This is a long jungle and a battle that Fang Hu cannot afford to lose!

Why did the City of Stars be so weird when expeditioning to Sirius, being timid before, but then being extremely greedy?

The reason is very simple. It was because of fear of the looting race of Tianlang, and then because of concern for its own future.

If the realm is small, the spiritual vein contains little. It will become very difficult to support it for a long time. It cannot be compared with the large size of the large realm. This is the pain in the hearts of all the stars. The inspiration of the square pot realm is particularly obvious. Preparing for the future is an instinct. A large realm like the Five Rings is a good choice, so after the terrifying Tianya werewolf failure, they naturally set their sights on this piece of fat and began endless harassment.

Fanghu is also a very decisive sect. The Yangshen in the sect is very charming. They have decided to move the main force of the sect to the fifth ring after taking down Tinghai Island. The Fanghu Realm is only used as a nominal symbol, retaining the minimum power.

In other words, this dark September is likely to be their last grand festival. The sects attach great importance to it. Almost all the True Lord Yuanying have returned. Traditionally, it is a feeling that cannot be given up, especially when it is about to lose it.

When the dark September comes, all monks will gather in their own sects. Mortals are to protect their families. For monks, they are not at risk of attack. Therefore, more of this becomes a time window for the sect to preach and treat the Dharma, verify what they have learned, learn from their strengths and weaknesses, exchange material things, enhance friendship, and connect with feelings.

Tradition is a bond, and there is no cohesion without traditional sects, so everyone is trying their best to maintain it.

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In Wushan, the Taoist Reprinted completed the monthly resource distribution statistics, held the jade slip and flew towards the Thunder Palace.

Along the way, the foundation-building disciples politely greeted him, allowing him to enjoy the taste of real power; as an old Jindan inner sword cultivator, he inevitably assumed part of the secular ancestral affairs. He belonged to Zhiwei Hall and was the hall where the inner sword lineage manages the distribution of disciples' resources. Since he was in charge of the spirit stone bag, the power inside and outside was a bit great, especially for those foundation-building disciples.

Although he has no power to deduct resources, it is still easy to do some tricks in the allocation. There is nothing around Wen Guangfeng who doesn't know him. It can be said that he can be freely passed through the inner sword peaks.

When we arrived at the Thunder Hall, as usual, the uncles in the hall were missing. There were only a few familiar brothers drinking tea and chatting with His Highness. They were all so cooked that they could not be cooked anymore. They reprinted the jade slip onto a desk, found a place to sit down, and poured themselves a cup of spiritual tea.

The spiritual tea was left by the Lord of Chongxuan Palace, and it is not something they can afford to enjoy. Therefore, every golden elixir that comes to Thunder Palace will stop here and get a cup of spiritual tea. Anyway, the uncle Chongxuan is careless and doesn’t care if there is less tea.

As soon as the tea was in his mouth, he almost spit out his mouth. He felt that the strange smell was unbearable. He looked at the brothers around him and laughed loudly, and re-printed and said angrily:

"You guys are playing with me? You can drink Uncle Xuan's tea, but I can't drink it? But I use such a rotten tea root to fool me?"

A senior brother pointed at him, "Junior brother, be careful that disaster comes from the mouth! Are you doing the tea for Uncle Xuan? Of course, everyone is doing it, but there are so many people who get it, so they will naturally put it faster. They have finished drinking it three days ago. What can you do?

But this tea is not a bad tea root! This was specially given to the Lord of the Palace, and the Lord of the Palace is here for us to drink!

Such a rare fairy tea is given by Yajun, so how dare you say it is a rotten tea root?

You must drink it with great respect and fear to express your admiration!

We all drink it, you're the one who's missing!"

Reprinting but not being dumb, a century-old man, who doesn’t know who? Take out a cup of ring, pour the bad tea into it, Yangyang said:

"Okay. It's finished!"

Everyone laughed. Yajun's tea is famous in Wushan. The most terrifying thing is that he invites you to have tea in person, and it is impossible to cheat, so he can only swallow it raw.

Reprinted and brushed the sleeves of the robe, "I don't have enough tea, but I don't have time to tear it with you busy people. The resource allocation this month is there. Who stamps the stamp? I'll take it out of the external warehouse as soon as possible! Those guys who can save me all the green eyes!"

As soon as he said this, no one answered the golden elixirs. Resource matters are related to the fundamentals of the sect and cannot be ignored. It cannot be solved by just stamping and sealing alone. If the disciple has objections, he must bear the responsibility. There is responsibility for reprinting, and the seal is also responsible for review. This is a sect's property system, and all have strict requirements and regulations.

Originally, this was the responsibility of the hall master and deputy hall. Because the thunder hall gradually became lazy, the responsibility gradually fell on a golden elixir. Because the wealth and material matters, it was also under the supervision of a golden elixir. Other golden elixirs who were accomplices in the Thunder Hall were unwilling to intervene.

It was a coincidence that the reprint was reprinted today. Jin Dan, who was in charge of finance, happened to have a private matter, so no one was willing to take responsibility.

The reprint was speechless, "What? No one is willing to stamp the seal? Then I just told those juniors when I went back. When these bastards came to surround the Thunder Hall. Don't blame me for not hiring in advance!"

A Jindan hurriedly said, "Don't! Wait a little longer, wait for another two days, maybe a master uncle will happen to pass by, or Brother Niu will come back after finishing his business?"

Everyone sighed, and a Jindan sighed, "Tell me, what's going on with our Xuanyuan now? Such a huge sect, the highest organization that manages disciples is not in charge, and it has already formed a habit! I heard that not only our Thunder Hall is like this, but Chongxiao Pavilion also follows the same thing and hides at leisure.

When the sword meeting ended a month ago, I thought I would invite a master uncle to give you a closing speech. I went around the thirteen peaks inside and outside. Except for Feilai Peak that did not go up, I searched for other peaks. What do you think? Even though I didn’t find a master uncle, I really saw a ghost. Could it be that the master uncles all went to Yanchunlou together?”
Chapter completed!