System: Ugly start to sell fake drugs

Chapter 393
You know, that person is a good friend of our leader.

What qualifications does she have?

She couldn't help clenching her bare hands tightly, with a firm expression, "Next time, I must go!"

However, it was this sentence that made Zhao Gongming's complexion suddenly straighten.

Very solemnly reminded: "Qiong Xiao, do you think it is so easy to go to the Fuqiu sage? Even if you go in, you'd better behave yourself, and the etiquette must not be neglected. Especially when it comes to chance, don't force it."

Qiong Xiao immediately stuck out her tongue, not paying attention to what her elder brother said.

But I also understand in my heart that the opportunity bestowed by the saint is really not so easy to get.

Therefore, she just wanted to learn more.

As for chance?

She didn't actually force it.

She was just extremely curious about the young saint and wanted to see what he looked like.

And within a few months, Nanzhan Buzhou was in a certain place.

A shady old man in a soap suit and a gray robe is flying through the clouds.

Dao rhyme flowed all over the old man's body, but his temperament was strange.

Among a pair of shining eyes, there are two black eyes that are as bright as ink.

Just like two lights, flickering on and off, I don't know what kind of plan they are playing.

According to the rumors, there are some discrepancies in the appearance and appearance of that person.

But what about the one in the rumors?
There was a poem that described it like this.

One day, the auspicious light is swaying, and the five-color auspicious clouds cannot fly through.

The deer roars in the sky, and the purple zhizhi is beautiful with its melaleuca leaves.

The real person appeared in the middle gate, and the strange appearance was different from others.

The rainbow of the divine dance penetrates the Han sky, and the treasure hanging on the waist has no life or death.

At that time, I went to Pantao Tianshouyu, and the lanterns were lit at the foot of Lingjiu Mountain.

That's right!

The monk written in this poem is the well-known vice-master of elucidation and teaching, Daoist Ran Deng.

It can be regarded as an ancient power.

As for where this person came from, Fuqiu Yinyue would definitely know it.

And also know it clearly.

The deity of Taoist Ran Deng, to put it bluntly, is a coffin that has gained spiritual wisdom.

It comes from the coffin cave in Vulture Mountain, and was born from one of the coffins.

It stands to reason that this guy should be a yin thing, an evil thing.

Unexpectedly, he got the chance of good fortune, cultivated human form, entered the Chan Cult, became the deputy leader, and was appreciated by the original saint.

At this moment, this guy's eyes were sunken, like the eyes of someone who stayed up late. His eyes were gloomy and somewhat evil.

But his eyes were as bright as lights, flickering and flickering.

It's like he's thinking something crazy.

A skinny hand caressed the sharp jaw involuntarily.

The immortal consciousness spreads and is constantly scanning the bottom.

"The place calculated by the two saints in the west should be nearby here."

"But this place... shouldn't be! Could it be that it's in the right place?"

Just when he was puzzled, a breath fell into the range of his immortal consciousness.

"what?"

He couldn't help but wondered.

"Daluo Jinxian?"

For such a big mountain, the aura is not very strong.

And there is only such a big Luo Jinxian, it is too ordinary!
The place of calculation is here, could it be a mistake?
And below, Lu Ya squatted next to Rhubarb, staring at Fuqiu Yinyue's cultivation, feeling a little puzzled.

Just as he was about to ask Rhubarb, he felt swept away by a celestial consciousness.

Immediately raised his head angrily, his face became unfriendly, "Friend Daoist Dahuang, do you feel it? A sense of immortality..."

This prince is here, but there are still people who dare to be so presumptuous!
It's just courting death!

(End of this chapter)