Life script: My monitor lizard is the emperor!

Fang Zhen looked at Xiaotan in front of him, and the waterfall flowed down.

Large drops of water splashed the smooth rocks.

Looking around, apart from the beautiful scenery, there is not much difference from other places.

And Fang Zhen took off his clothes and swam to Xiaotan, braving the rapids above the waterfall.

Swim behind the waterfall.

There is a huge cave at the back, which is covered by the waterfall and cannot be seen at all in front.

He was wearing boxers and entered it.

After 2 minutes to the end, I saw a large piece of hay.

On the hay, there was a lifelike corpse of a woman with her legs crossed, and her death was extremely miserable.

The skin cracked like broken ceramics.

The blood flowed on the dry grass, which was dyed dark red.

The cyan clothes were also soaked and hard.

Only the face is clean and tidy, and it can be clearly seen that it is a gentle and delicate girl.

Even if you die, you can still feel her temperament.

"Is this what happens when you fail to break through the supernatural powers?"

Although Fang Zhen saw the dead for the first time, he didn't feel any fear, but was very curious.

Walk around the body three times.

I found that there are no extra decorations on the fingers or neck and ears.

This can't help but make him a little disappointed.

He also wanted to pick up the leak, to see if he could pick up a storage ring.

This woman, at any rate, is also a peak warrior with a golden body, and she doesn't even have a storage ring.

Also too poor.

After a detailed search, Fang Zhen only found a sword in the hay beside the woman.

Inserted into the scabbard, there are some stone particles on the ground.

He picked up a piece and examined it, which was very similar to the crystal clear stone he devoured yesterday.

When the energy inside is used up, it becomes a rock.

"Oh, it's nothing but a sword."

Fang Zhen picked up the sword and pulled it out.

Clang! !

The moment it was pulled out, the blade of the sword rubbed against the edge of the scabbard, making a crisp sound.

The blade of the sword is so clear that it can reflect Fang Zhen's shadow.

After decades, the blade is still as sharp as ever.

Fang Zhen, who didn't know anything, could see that this sword was extraordinary.

"Good sword!"

Fang Zhen stabbed the rocky ground below with the tip of his sword, and inserted it easily.

"I'm afraid this sword can cut a person in half, right?"

He couldn't help but marvel.

Immediately, he thought of the corpse again, which probably shouldn't be taken.

This woman's special saber.

That guy's 【Life Script】

Hand it over to the sect and pay homage to an inner sect elder.

Why did the elders of the inner sect accept disciples for no reason?
Shouldn't the sect give some rewards?
Eighty-nine are inseparable, this woman's identity has a lot of background.

At this point in his thoughts, Fang Zhen sighed softly, and withdrew his green sword.

He looked at the woman's big breasts, where most people like to put things.

Bow, put your hands together, and bow to the corpse.

"If you disturb, don't blame it."

Stretch out your palm and touch it.

Fang Zhen had a weird expression, why was he still a little soft.

He quickly pulled out his hand, holding a few small bottles and some silver bills.

There is also an iron plate.

Above a name: Yang Feiling

Fang Zhen took a look, and there were endless Shigui Mountains behind the iron plate.

This should be a woman's status symbol.

According to the news he inquired about.

The wooden plaque for the disciples of the outer sect, the iron plaque for the inner sect, and the bronze plaque for the True Inheritance of the Guiyan Sect.

Putting the iron plate in his chest, he immediately opened a bottle of seal, the fragrance was tangy, and the medicine inside was intact.

But without writing his name, he didn't know what to do with it.

"Put it away first, and find an opportunity to ask in the future."

Putting most of the items into the storage ring, he squatted down with the female corpse on his back, and left here with the sword in his right hand.

...............

Outside the mission hall

Countless people watched Fang Zhen and the female corpse.

Fang Zhen was a little unaccustomed to everyone's strange eyes.

Carrying a female corpse along the way, the rate of return is [-]%.

Several disciples walked out of the mission hall.

One of them was middle-aged in Tsing Yi, very conspicuous in the black clothes.

Fang Zhen's eyes lit up, and the person in charge came.

The disciples of the outer sect are dressed in black, the disciples of the inner sect are all dressed in white embroidered stone turtles, and the cyan is the elder of the outer sect.

Certainly not mandatory.

However, during the acceptance of the task, it must be worn like this.

To be able to identify one's identity.

Several people came to Fang Zhen.

A leading disciple in black bowed slightly and respectfully said to the Elder in Tsing Yi.

"Elder He, this is the disciple who brought back the bones of the inner sect senior sister."

The black-clothed disciple bowed his head for a long time without hearing the elder's reply.

He looked up slightly in doubt, and found that Elder He, who was usually taciturn, was staring at the corpse.

The lips trembled slightly, and squirmed.

"Senior Sister Yang!"

He suddenly yelled, and hurried to the corpse to look at it.

"It's really Senior Sister Yang. It's no wonder why Senior Sister Yang hasn't come back for a long time. It turns out that she failed to break through the supernatural power and died."

He slapped with one hand and fisted with the other.

"No, I will inform Elder Ying."

After all, he completely ignored Fang Zhen who brought back the corpse, and turned around and ran towards the inner door.

Fang Zhen froze in place.

He thought to himself.

"Sure enough, there is a background. This Elder Ying, at first glance, is the master who recruited that guy."

The people around stared at Fang Zhen with envy and jealousy.

Everyone is not a fool, seeing an outer sect elder so excited.

The body that Fang Zhen brought back had a rather strong identity and background.

He must be on his way to greatness.

Many people gathered around.

"Brother, do you lack servants? Do you want to consider me?"

A rather pretty girl hinted directly.

These are all disciples who are not very talented in cultivation and have no background. They are basically 28-year-old disciples who have been expelled from the sect.

They naturally want to use their own capital.

With a cold face, Fang Zhen said indifferently, "I'm not interested."

The junior sister's face froze, and the people behind her snickered.

They all stepped forward one after another, recommending themselves.

Unfortunately, they were all slapped in the face soon.

In an instant, no girls came again, and many girls secretly cursed Fang Zhen.

Those men didn't even come up to greet Fang Zhen.

Can't you see a girl?

It didn't take long for more and more people to watch.

Fang Zhen waited quietly.

In the distance, a streamer flew towards the mission hall.

Those with sharp eyes can see that the streamer is actually a sword.

A figure stood above.

Fang Zhen naturally saw it, and the four words in the Starfish TV series flashed in his mind.

Flying Swordsman!

Liu Guang quickly reached the sky above the mission hall, and the sword instantly shrank and disappeared.

The figure is dressed in a white palace dress with peonies embroidered on it,

A white gauze is draped over the shoulders, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone.

A woman with a cold and cold face flew down.

Although her face was expressionless, Fang Zhen could see the grief in her eyes seeing the corpse.

She walked up to the corpse, and stretched out her jade hand to caress the delicate face of the corpse, as if thinking of it.

Suddenly she closed her eyes, her body trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth to take a deep breath.

He opened his eyes suddenly, this time there was no wave in his eyes again.

Standing up, he waved his right hand at the corpse.

The body disappeared.

Fang Zhen noticed the white ring between the woman's slender fingers.

"Who sent Ling'er's body back?"

The glamorous woman glanced across the audience, and an invisible coercion shocked everyone present.