In Chu Xiang's opinion, this kind of psychology is very ridiculous. In the world, those who are capable should be there, not those who are virtuous.

If you can't rob others, you will use justice to oppress and unite the entire world to oppress a group of NV streams. You will think you are a hero, which is extremely ridiculous.

Xiao Jian seemed to understand Chu Xiang's hidden thoughts under his appearance, and no longer played the piano at Niu, and asked coldly: "Is it for you."

His voice was as cold as before, but he no longer had the domineering attitude at the beginning. Obviously, he recognized Chu Xiang's statement that he was standing at the same height as him.

"Jiāo exchanges secret books, Nine Yang Divine Art, any thirty-six of the seventy-two unique skills, exchanges for Beiming Divine Art, Xiao Wuxiang Gong, Six-Meridian Divine Sword, Divine Action Variety, and Lingbo Weibu."

Xiao Jian thought about it and shook his head.

"Your requirements are high."

Chu Xiang had a sneer on his face, obviously not satisfied with Xiaojian's discooperation.

"It seems that you have really been practicing sword and doing bad brains."

Ignoring the other party's increasingly cold eyes, Chu Xiang directly scolded him.

"How could there be no master in Shaolin?"

"What do you mean?"

The little sword was puzzled, and seemed to be unable to keep up with the other party's jumping thinking style.

"The conditions I gave are naturally not enough, but what if I add the three early artistic masters I stopped for you?"

Chu Xiang said coldly, but did not give any evidence.

Xiao Jian was silent for a moment. He took out five secret books, plus a porcelain bottle, and threw them at Chu Xiang.

"Just as long as Jiuyang, the rest will be replaced by those three people. I don't owe you any love."

The sleeves are light and relaxed, and you can catch them casually.

With all the things in his palms, Chu Xiang put all his things into the space ring again, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You think I want to save you. I will send someone to the Shenzhou Gang later."

Xiao Jian nodded and promised, Chu Xiang had already turned around and left Saran.

The cold moonlight coats the earth with a layer of silver. I don’t know whether it is the original brilliance of the moon or the cold texture of the snow.

Outside Shaolin Temple, in a dark corner, three lonely corpses lie.

Judging from the corpse's clothes, it seems that there are only three low-class disciples.

Who would remember this kind of person?

......

Yiyun looked down at the tip of the sword that was shining from her chest, shocked.

"Why?"

Yiyun really wanted to know why, but joked, it wasn't like this. He could clearly feel that if the sword was half way, he would have been reborn at this moment.

Qingfeng smiled slightly on his face, and chou showed the magic weapon that pierced Yiyun's body, brought up a string of blood beads, and put them into the sheath.

Yiyun felt weak all over her body, but she was supported before she fell down.

After turning his palm, Qingfeng took out a yào pill and handed it to Yiyun.

"That sword is the 1999995 taels of silver you gave to Mrs. Zishan. This yào, worth 88 million taels, can be used to quickly treat the injury. It was given to me by the Sect Master."

Yiyun was stunned and laughed and cried, but she finally remembered that she occasionally set up a stall in Yangzhou in the past, and indeed killed a beautiful nv boy.

But a business that you and I want to do is not considered a fraud.

He pressed his chest injury with one hand and took the yào pill with the other hand. Yi Yun sat down cross-legged on the spot, but did not take it directly. Instead, he carefully put it in a bottle and placed it. Then he took out another yào pill and swallowed it.

"This is cheaper. It's more expensive than a substitute doll. It's better to keep it for your life."

Yiyun's words also made Qingfeng laugh and cry.

Qingfeng could feel that Yiyun was not afraid of feeding him poison, but was really reluctant to leave the spirit.

After adjusting his breath for a moment, this attack, which had not been attached to internal strength, was already healed with the help of Dan yào.

"What do you think?"

Qingfeng asked with a smile as he opened his eyes and looked helpless.

"Only nv sons and villains are difficult to raise."

The breeze is silent.

......

"Hehe, Chu Xiang, is it really for me?"

Zishan held the yu bottle in her hand and shook it. She could clearly hear the sound of a small amount of liquid flowing.

"Yes, but you can only drink it, you can't do any research, and you can't just pour it out."

Chu Xiang spoke calmly, but in one word he revealed some of the thoughts that were different from ordinary people.

Zishan was slightly disappointed when she heard this.

"Oh, I originally wanted to use it to study it and see if it can be made in large quantities. If possible, everyone in the Shenzong would have to cry and eat it."

When Chu Xiang heard this, his heart trembled violently, but he thought of something that happened a few days ago.

......

"Chu Xiang, do you have blood ginseng?"

"Yes, why?"

"That's great, give me a few?"

"Okay, don't use it, I won't have much more."

"Okay, I know."

——

"Zishan, what new elixirs have you refined with blood ginseng? Take it to me and take a look. I think I can use this top-quality material. No matter how bad the elixir is, it will not be much worse."

Refining is the only preference of Zishan, and it is also the only skill that can persist in practicing to the advanced level.

"Huh? How did you know I want to use blood to refine yào?"

"Because you only have this hobby."

"But I haven't practiced yet."

"Oh, then refine it as soon as possible. If the spirit of blood ginseng is placed outside, it will easily pass away."

"Oh, it's okay, I buried it and planted it."

“…”

"Chu Xiang, what's wrong with you? Your face is so ugly. Are you sick?"

"Oh, Zishan, I told you when I gave it to you that the spirit of blood ginseng cannot be put casually."

"Oh, I didn't put it casually, I'll plant it."

——

"Hey, Chu Xiang, why is there only a piece of dry wood left?"

"I know, there must be a thief who stole my blood ginseng. It's really abominable!"

“…”

......

"Zishan, I'm still not relieved. You should eat it in front of me."

Chu Xiang looked at Zishan with curiosity on his face, and thought of the wife's previous strange behaviors, he still felt that the verbal guarantee was not very effective.

Zishan looked regretful and muttered in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll eat it."

After watching Zishan take tears in his eyes, Chu Xiang felt relieved that he had not ruined the spiritual objects.

In the secret room of the Shenshan Palm, a small area was isolated not long ago at the strong request of Zishan.

This place is specially used to study strange things.

It is called the Research Room.

The most eye-catching thing in the research room is a white stone table. The purple shirt is called: Research table.

Chu Xiang would never go to the Zishan Research Room, let alone look at the research table.

Because the first time he went in, he saw several villains dismembered on the table.

That is what people in the world dream of, what they have but not the market, and the substitute doll.

In the world, there are few people who are more beautiful than purple shirts. I am afraid that there are not many people who can raise purple shirts.
To be continued...