After 300 years of retreat, the system is activated?

"Patriarch, old man, I am here to receive this month's salary..."

Bluestone City, the inner city, the land of the Luo family.

In the room where the head of the Luo family is.

The crazy man dressed in white and holding a rusty ancient sword, his eyes were slightly squinted, and his face was full of smiles.

"Huh? Receive a salary?"

Luo Yi looked at the old man in front of him, and then fell into deep thought.

He is thinking, calculating.

How much spirit stone quota should be given every month.

After all, no matter what.

After all, this crazy moneyless existence is still a terrifying existence who has crossed the realm of tribulation half-step.

An existence like this chose to submit to their Luo family.

Naturally, this treatment cannot be too bad.

"Here."

"The spirit stones are all in this storage ring..."

"Senior, take it."

Luo Yi took out a storage ring and put it into a lot of spirit stones.

He then threw the storage ring to the mad moneyless man in front of him.

Moreover, he also respectfully called a senior.

Although this sword cultivator had been an enemy of the Luo family before.

But that, after all, is just something that happened in the past.

The realm of half-step crossing the catastrophe naturally has some special preferential treatment.

"Okay, since that's the case, old man, I will withdraw..."

As he spoke, Mad Wuqian turned around.

But just when he was about to leave.

Suddenly, he stopped.

As if remembering something, he turned his head and asked in a low voice to Luo Yi, the current head of the Luo family behind him: "Patriarch, old man, my residence..."

"It will be arranged for you."

Luo Yi looked at the mad moneyless in front of him, and said calmly.

"okay."

After finishing speaking, Mad Wuqian, who was holding a rusty ancient sword, turned his head and disappeared completely in this room.

And after the old man left madly and without money.

In the room, Luo Xinghe, who was standing next to the current head of the Luo family, couldn't help it: "Father, this senior..."

However, this time, Luo Xinghe hadn't finished speaking yet.

Luo Yi waved his hand and interrupted his words.

"This matter will come to an end for the time being, and there is no need to talk about it."

"No matter what, that senior is still an existence in the realm of half-stepping through the catastrophe."

"A little respect is still necessary."

After speaking, Luo Yi, who is the current head of the Luo family, sat back on the throne, and dealt with one family matter after another with a rather calm expression.

Seeing this, Luo Xinghe, the next head of the Luo family, sighed slightly and shook his head.

He also sat in his seat again, dealing with the family affairs that piled up like a mountain of milk.

This matter, since the ancestors have properly handled it.

So, why does he care so much?

In the Luo family's land, there can be one more existence with a half-step transcendence.

For the Luo family, this should be a great thing.

......

Qingshi City, the inner city.

After Kuang Wuqian received his salary, he immediately went to buy those things that he wanted at first, but because the price was too expensive, he couldn't afford them.

For example, a wide variety of precious tea leaves.

For example, those magical bloodthirsty spirit weapons.

Of course, he couldn't afford the floating boat before, and he still can't afford it now.

Even those precious tea leaves.

If you are crazy and have no money, you can only buy bit by bit.

That stuff, good is good, but the only thing that's kind of bad is...

This price is really too scary.

Even if Crazy No Money receives this month's salary, it is still not enough for him to spend.

......

Qingshi City, the inner city, inside the huge elixir sect.

Under the shade of a big tree.

Yang Sanqi, who was the first suzerain of the Spirit Medicine Sect.

At this moment, he was holding his hands behind his back and squinting his eyes slightly.

He looked into the distance with a calm expression.

"That kind of breath, that kind of movement, should be the existence of half-step crossing the tribulation realm?"

Yang Sanqi narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"But even the terrifying existence of half-step crossing the catastrophe, is it still invincible in front of that old monster?"

"Even, in the end, you chose to surrender?"

After thinking about it, Yang Sanqi gradually opened his slightly squinted eyes.

A little doubt gradually appeared in those slightly cloudy eyes.

"The realm of congealing babies can be called real people."

"The realm of refining gods can be called great power."

"The realm of crossing the catastrophe can truly be called an ancestor-level existence."

"Even if it is a half-step crossing the catastrophe, it should belong to the realm of crossing the catastrophe. Shouldn't an existence like this always have its own pride?"

"Why did you suddenly choose to surrender?"

"Could it be possible that the terrifying existence in the realm of half-step crossing the catastrophe will also be afraid of death???"

The more he thought about it, the more intense the smile on Yang Sanqi's old face became.

In the past, he really felt it.

For such a master of refining and farming, it is a bit shameful to surrender to that old guy.

But as time passed, as the old guy gradually grew into a terrifying and unreasonable old monster.

Yang Sanqi gradually felt that it was a pretty good thing for him to choose to surrender to that old guy.

At least, he doesn't have to work hard to refine the weapon like before.

Now even if he wants to work, he still has a large number of perfect tool people under his hands.

Basically, there is no need for Yang Sanqi to do it himself.

Except sometimes, it is necessary to study how to better plant precious spiritual roots, and transform some special spiritual roots.

Yangsanqi's life basically consists of eating and sleeping.

Otherwise, just enjoy the good life.

If there is still time left, he will practice a little bit.

Raise your own cultivation base and your own lifespan a little bit.

After all, one is born human.

If he could live for a longer period of time, he would naturally not think about dying so early.

"San Qi?"

Just when Yang Sanqi fell into deep thought.

Behind him, suddenly came such a vicissitudes of voice.

Yang Sanqi: "???"

Hearing the sound, Yang Sanqi came back to his senses, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

In the slightly squinted eyes, there is a little cold light flashing past.

how long it has been?How long has it been?

Yang Sanqi can no longer remember how long it has been since someone dared to call him that.

In front of outsiders, if others respect him as a senior, then they respect him as an adult.

Now, in this huge elixir sect.

There is still this kind of iron-headed boy who dares to call out his name directly.

In this regard, Yang Sanqi can only comment on three words.

That is...not afraid of death! ! !

......

In the Elixir Sect, Yang Sanqi slowly turned around.

Just when he was about to put on a cold expression.

But he saw a face that made him slightly stunned, and he couldn't even recover for a long time.

"Half-step crossing the catastrophe, crazy and moneyless?"

Looking at the mad moneyless in front of him, Yang Sanqi came back to his senses after a long time.

And on Yang Sanqi's old face, at this moment, there was also a full smile.

At this time, he even put all the dissatisfaction in his heart behind him.

The others called Yang Sanqi by his name.

This kind of thing is naturally impossible.

But if the person calling him by his name is the sword cultivator in front of him who has a half-step crossing the catastrophe, if he is crazy and has no money, then it will be fine.

Call whatever you want, call whatever you want.

Whether it is Yang Sanqi, Sanqi, or Laoyang, these names are all right.

After all, the existence of this half-step crossing the tribulation realm can be regarded as a colleague in the future.

Between the two, get together for a while and have a good relationship.

This is not a bad thing for Yang Sanqi and Mad Money.

"Old crazy? Can I call you that?"

As Yang Sanqi walked towards the direction where Mad Wuqian was, his smile became brighter and brighter.

"Crazy old man, come here."

"I heard that you like drinking tea?"

"I have a lot of good tea here, but I don't have much. I can still make decisions for one or two teas."

"How is it? Which one do you want?"

After walking to Mad Wuqian's side, Yang Sanqi stretched out his hand, and put it on Mad Wuqian's shoulder quite familiarly.

"Is that so? How embarrassing..." Mad Wuqian said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay, just say it."

Yang Sanqi smiled all over his face, and said very generously.

"If that's the case, then give me some meditation tea, wind fire tea, jasper red and so on?"

"By the way, I heard that you are also researching a new variety of Wudao tea, which ranks in the seventh rank."

"That stuff, fix some for me too."

"Old sheep, there should be no problem, right?"

Mad Wuqian looked at Yang Sanqi beside him, and said with a smile on his face.

I didn't notice at all that Yang Sanqi's expression had become a little stiff at this time.

Even that old face that has gone through countless years of vicissitudes is already slightly twitching.

"No problem, no problem..."

Yang Sanqi gritted his teeth and responded, the smile on his face no longer existed.

For other tea leaves, one or two, two or two, there is no problem.

He pays out of his own pocket, and he can give this old madman a little bit.

But the latest variety, Wu Dao tea, which ranks in the seventh grade, is really precious.

Not just the growth rate, it's extremely slow.

Even, this thing has extremely strict requirements for the growth environment.

If you are not careful, you may die.

Therefore, not long after this enlightenment tea came out of the market, the price has remained high.

With a weight of one tael, it would cost at least a thousand high-grade spirit stones.

Even Yang Sanqi himself was a little reluctant to drink this stuff.

Now that Yang Sanqi is giving it to that crazy man without money like this, it really hurts his heart.

Even Yang Sanqi felt that his heart was bleeding.

"It's fine, it's fine, it's fine."

"I knew it, Lao Yang, you are a good person."

While talking, Kuang Wuqian stretched out his hand and patted Yang Sanqi's shoulder heavily.

Until, after Mad Wuqian, dressed in white and holding a rusty ancient sword, left with a storage ring.

In this huge elixir sect, under the shade of a certain big tree.

Yang Sanqi, who was wearing the Taoist robe exclusive to the Spiritual Medicine Sect, had a look of tears on his old face.

What the hell, it's really a bit inappropriate to be crazy and have no money.

Yang Sanqi regarded him as a friend, but this crazy moneyless man treated him like this?

This wool, directly squeezed to death?

"God, why are there such shameless people in this world?"

"Why can such a person break through to the realm of half-step crossing the catastrophe?"

"It's unreasonable, it's really unreasonable..."

After a few helpless complaints.

This matter can only be left as it is.

Otherwise, what else could he do?

To sue your master?

Said that he was crazy and had no money, so he plucked his wool here?

This is obviously unrealistic.

Therefore, Yang Sanqi can only pretend that this incident never happened.

......

as time flows.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

Aoki Daoyu, a borderland, is not far from the Magic Alliance.

Among the clan land where the Mo Dao Zhang family is located.

In a dark room.

Zhang Cunshan, the ancestor of the Zhang Family of Demon Dao, is sitting here with his eyes closed, cross-legged.

On him, there is a faint terrifying aura brewing in the realm of the Ninth Heaven of God Refining.

Just when this breath reached its peak.

Zhang Cunshan, the ancestor of the Zhang Family of Demon Dao who had his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened his slightly red eyes.

"The time has come, it's time to destroy the Kun River..."

A slightly hoarse and cold voice sounded slowly in this room.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Zhang Cunshan, the patriarch of the Zhang Family of the Devil Dao.

At this moment, he stood up slowly.

Walk slowly towards the outside of this room.

......

After half a month of adjustments, Zhang Cunshan has already restored his cultivation to its peak state.

The so-called hand of ghosts and gods is Kunhe who has the power to reach the sky.

As early as a long time ago, Zhang Cunshan personally investigated.

Although the so-called Kun River is famous, it is not worthy of its name.

Just like the castle in the air.

Looking at it and listening to it, it seems to be very powerful and awesome.

But actually, is Kunhe really that powerful?

This point, Zhang Cunshan does not agree.

The establishment of the Demonic Dao Alliance was purely the result of the three major demonic forces finding Kunhe, and then directly making Kunhe the current leader of the Demonic Dao Alliance.

Even, the establishment of the Demonic Dao Alliance did not even take place in a single battle.

This made Zhang Cunshan somewhat unacceptable.

Shouldn't strength be the most important thing in magic cultivation?

Na Kunhe had never shown his own strength.

Nakunhe just had a [-]-[-] record with Luo Jiuge, the ancestor of the Luo family.

Even, it is not certain whether it is [-]-[-] or not.

But even so, Na Kunhe still sat firmly in the position of the current leader of the Magic Alliance.

This made Zhang Cunshan, who is also a demon cultivator, gradually feel a deep jealousy in his heart.

Zhang Cunshan has enough confidence in his own strength.

He felt that since the so-called Kunhe could sit firmly as the current leader of the Magic Alliance.

So, why can't he, Zhang Cunshan?

Could it be that he, Zhang Cunshan, is worse than the misnamed Kunhe who is like a castle in the air?

"Come, come, come."

Outside the room, the time is noon.

The temperature outside is still scalding hot.

"Patriarch, what are your orders?"

A monk dressed in black suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Cunshan with his head slightly lowered.