I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

After a few quick steps, the head of the sect quickly stepped across the threshold, and at a glance, he saw a figure sitting on the chair.

This must be one of the ancestors of Maoshan, Judge!

Covered in mist, he could only vaguely look at the figure, but could not see the real face.

The head of the door was respectful, just about to speak, but was asked by the judge, "Which foot did you enter the door just now?"

"what?"

The head of the sect was taken aback for a moment, wondering why the ancestor asked such a question?

However, as a cultivator, he has a powerful mind and soul, and he remembers things that ordinary people can't remember clearly.

"If you go back to the ancestor, I just stepped into the hall with my left foot."

"Left foot? Hmph!"

A cold snort came from above the main hall, "It seems that you are not doing well as the sect leader, abdicate yourself!"

Head: ...

Let yourself abdicate when you step into the hall with your left foot?

Isn't this obviously here to find yourself?

The head of the sect didn't dare to say a word, didn't dare to say a word, he knew very well in his heart.

I must have done something wrong somewhere, and it was a very big thing, which made the Maoshan ancestors angry.

Strange, where did I make a mistake?

The judge perched on the chair, watching

Leaving aside the cultivation base, it is ridiculous to be a mere master of the sixth heaven.

I think back when Maoshan was prosperous, there were endless celestial masters, and a rookie like the sixth division of the Earth Master was not even worthy of an elder.

Now he has become the head of Maoshan!

In fact, it doesn't matter, after all, the aura of heaven and earth has declined, and the cultivation environment in the world is no longer as good as that of the underworld, and even ten days are not worth one day's cultivation.

But when the judge thought of Russell, whom he had just learned about today, this vaguely unpredictable man had an unpredictable fate.

At the age of eight or nine, his cultivation base has reached the level of the Earth Master, and he can still chase down and beat the evil cultivators of the third level of the Earth Master.

Such, such a good seedling!

The majestic head of Maoshan didn't even know!

The more the judge thought about it, the more angry he became. Fortunately, he still frowned every day, watching the general situation in the world, and wanted to win a chance for Maoshan.

result, result...

The judge was very happy, and fortunately he got the news by accident today, if anything happened...

He tapped lightly on the table, and every time he tapped, the master's waist would bend a little, and his whole body would tremble a little.

"I have obtained the secret key to the Great Tribulation. It is inconvenient to say it here, but that person will be the best master in Maoshan!"

The head was taken aback, isn't she the head of Maoshan?

The best head of Maoshan?

Her complexion was ruddy, and her mind filled with the anger of the judge's patriarch today.

Maybe it's because she has been lazy and not motivated recently, so I came to give her advice on purpose!

The master's face was full of joy, his little face turned red with excitement, and he bowed respectfully to the judge, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Patriarch, this disciple will definitely be the master."

She hadn't been happy for a while, when the stern voice of the judge suddenly woke up her dream like a splash of cold water.

"You are no longer the head, find a reason to abdicate quickly, give up the head position, either go to Neimao, or come down to accompany me!"

The judge snorted, "I'm

The leader who said this was a little blushing, and his heart became more and more curious.

After all, whether it is in Nei Mao or in the underworld, it is much better than being the head of Maoshan.

There are so many things to do, but also to look at the faces of a group of elders, and to take care of many disciples, to recruit disciples, and to guide disciples.

The most important thing is to worry about the Great Tribulation.

Accidentally, he made a wrong bet and brought Maoshan to the point of no return, just wait to be surrounded and beaten by Maoshan's patriarch!

She raised her head cautiously, and a raging heart of gossip ignited in her heart.

"Master Patriarch, I don't know who the next head of Maoshan is?"

The patriarch had already said that the person who should be robbed in the great calamity will be the best master in Maoshan, but who is it?

Ah Jian?

Small four eyes?

Or the disciples of other elders?

If one wants to become the head of Maoshan, the prerequisite is to be a breakthrough master, and there are not many breakthrough masters in the entire Maoshan!

She thought carefully, but unexpectedly the judge said an incredible name.

"Lin Fengjiao!"

"what?"

She couldn't believe her ears, she knew the character of Xiao Jiu best, how could she be the head of the sect?

……

At this moment, Uncle Jiu was still arguing with Dashuai Zhang, when suddenly a paper crane fell from the sky and landed in his hands.

He looked at it suspiciously, and his eyes widened instantly!

"what?"

"As long as I have a thousand virtues, let me be the head of Maoshan???"

Uncle Jiu squeezed the paper crane into a ball and muttered in a low voice.

"Where did the liar come from!"

"You might as well be the head of Maoshan for just one dollar!"

Chapter 282 It's New Year's Eve

"Master! The wind is clear and the air is refreshing today, and the weather is fine!"

Russell looked at the big sun in the sky, and couldn't help stretching lazily. Although the winter in Renjia Town is not too cold, there is no heating, and the sun is more comfortable after all.

"Ah."

Uncle Jiu stood in the yard with his hands behind his back, he didn't know what he was thinking about, so he responded in a neutral way.

Russell looked at him curiously. It has been so many days since the matter of the handsome Zhang, why does the master feel that he still has something on his mind?

Originally thought it was to rob the tomb, but it turned out to be a trick to give away the head.

That marshal really lost his wife and lost his troops. If it wasn't for Russell, he probably lost his pants.

There must be no tomb robbing, and naturally he can't follow the example of that surnamed Sun and spend a lot of military expenses.

Luo Su thought he was looking for Uncle Jiu again, holding Jiu Shu's thigh to rob the tomb?

Ever since he was almost cheated by the Guanshan Taibao last time, Marshal Zhang's attitude towards Uncle Jiu has improved a lot, and he has lost a lot of hostility.

Because after going through this incident, he realized that sometimes there are things that can't be killed by guns and cannons.

Uncle Jiu walked around the yard a few times, with a hesitant look on his face, he took out a yellow talisman from somewhere and handed it to Russell.

"This thing is the last time I encountered it. You can give me an idea. Is it true?"

The news on the paper crane caused Uncle Jiu to hesitate for a long time, so tell me it's true.

One dollar, let him be the head of Maoshan, no matter how you look at it, it is fake.

If you say it's fake.

This is another paper crane, full of the atmosphere of Maoshan Taoism, and very familiar.

Uncle Jiu couldn't help thinking of the figure of a woman, and couldn't help shivering, feeling ominous in his heart.

No way, it shouldn't be her!

When I was running away, I made it clear that Lin Jiu, even if he died and jumped from Maoshan, he would not be the head of the sect.

Russell took the paper crane and looked at it, his expression was very strange.

For a penny, let you be the head of Maoshan?

Damn, isn't this a tele(letter) scam!

This small sample can still deceive me, so it can only deceive the master.

With a look of disdain on his face, he said to Uncle Jiu unceremoniously, "Master, let me tell you, it must be fake!"

"Oh?"

"I met a man named Dian (Xin) before. He said he was Qin Shihuang and asked me to give him three oceans as travel expenses. After the restoration of the Great Qin Dynasty, he wanted to make me a prince!"

Uncle Jiu suddenly laughed, "Isn't this fucking nonsense?"

Immediately afterwards, he thoughtfully, nodded slowly, and sighed, "That's true, there is no such good thing in the world, alas, I am obsessed."

Saying that, he threw the paper crane aside and stopped thinking about it.

He reached out and patted the little zombie's head, and then said to Russell, "By the way, master, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you."

"The Chinese New Year will be in a few days, remember to go to Renjia Town and bring your two senior brothers over, and more."

"Call your Simu family over here, and then everyone will gather in Yizhuang, so that the New Year will be more lively."

Russell nodded.

Uncle Jiu seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly, "Yizhuang, it hasn't been this lively for a long time, hurry up!"

"In the future." Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm afraid there won't be such a chance..."