MTL - The Boss Has Been Tricked By the Lord God Again-Chapter 653 I don't want to cultivate, I just want to cultivate you (6)

   Chapter 653 I don't want to cultivate, I just want to cultivate you (6)

   The opening of the small sword tomb to the disciples who have not yet entered the sect is unprecedented. It is rare for Wanjian Sect to not be so stingy once.

   sounds pretty good.

   The key is that Shen Zhi is there, Yun Chu can take this opportunity to create a little accident and get a little Shen Zhi's blood.

   Counting the time, the original owner has less than ten days until the next onset of the disease.

  Yunchu and Bai Xiaojin left the Shili Temple. There was still a long line of Taoist cultivators outside, and it was impossible to see the end just by looking at them.

   The two came to an inn to check in, preparing for the next day's Xiaojianzhong assessment.

   Bai Xiaojin asked, "Boss, what chance do you have against Shen Zhi?"

   Both of them are in the calamity period, and the world of comprehension spreads Shen Zhi so godly, Bai Xiaojin can't help but worry a little, if this person finds out his identity again, his family's boss will be attacked collectively.

   Dao Xiu and Demon Xiu are not one day or two, they have started a hundred years ago.

   "Sixty percent." Yun Chu made an estimate and gave an answer.

   No matter when, the Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one zhang. Shen Zhi and her are both in the tribulation period. A sword cultivator faces a devil cultivator, and it will always suffer.

   Besides, she almost crossed the transitional calamity period, so she should be a little deeper than Shen Zhi's cultivation.

   Bai Xiaojin was silent for a while, and said, "Don't worry, boss, I'm still here!"

   The little fat man patted his chest, his bushy eyebrows raised confidently.

   Yun Chu didn't say anything to dispel his arrogance, just nodded lightly.

   When you meet Shen Zhi, you don't have to fight him head-on, just get some blood first. As long as the method is timed, you can get it without provoking.

  After everything was packed, Bai Xiaojin looked at Yunchu: "Boss, when I just came up, I saw a storyteller downstairs, do you want to listen?"

   Seeing that Yun Chu didn't speak, he continued, "How about having a meal by the way? The boss should have never heard of this, he has come here, why should he experience the experience?"

  Bai Xiaojin's eyes were shining, and he never admitted that he wanted to hear it.

   Yun Chu saw through his mind, but nodded without revealing it.

   "Then let's go, boss!"

   A minute later, Yun Chu and Bai Xiaojin sat in a position with the best view.

   When they came down, the bottom of the building was already overcrowded.

   is catching up with Wanjianzong to recruit disciples. Qinghuai Town is almost crowded with people, there is no extra space to breathe, and the inn is almost full.

   Yunchu and the others had to come early, otherwise the problem of living would not be easy to solve.

  Bai Xiaojin used a spiritual stone to buy this position with excellent view. Yun Chu was so accustomed to his lavish behavior that he could no longer get used to it.

   She raised her eyes and glanced around.

   The surrounding people are all cultivators with heads and faces.

   Many of these people are distinguished and distinguished.

   Yun Chu glanced over, not seeing the face of the other party, but the pills of different colors.

   From the fineness and quality of Dan, you can judge each person's cultivation.

   In this inconspicuous inn, there are five Jindan alone, and there are even two Nascent Soul Stage and one Spirit Transformation Stage.

   These people came to Qinghuai Town, probably not to enter Wanjian Sect, but to Xiaojian Tomb, almost all of them were sword cultivators.

   These sword cultivators are quite low-key. They don't look at Dan but look at people. They're ordinary, and they're the kind that can't be found in a crowd.

  Bai Xiaojin ordered a table of dishes and a jar of 100-year-old Erhong.

   As the dishes came to the table, Mr. Storyteller woke up with a slap, and the audience fell silent.

   Dao Xiu, who was in fluttering white clothes, looked at the unpretentious stage with interest and pricked up his ears.

  Bai Xiaojin was a little rude and unsightly excited compared to those relatively modest and elegant Daoist cultivators.

   "Giggle, boss, look, this old man is bald!"

   (end of this chapter)