"Those two boys are really uneasy, don't you care?"

"What do you care about? They didn't bleed on you!"

"That's right, you used to receive many gifts from Wuchao, but now you're not going to bully the small with a shameful face!"

"You all should remember that Venerable Hongku was forced to expel them from the master's sect, not voluntarily expelled them!"

"I heard the news that Wu Jin stole a spiritual fruit from Venerable Lei, and Venerable Lei never punished him!"

"It seems that they do have a constant connection!"

"It's just because of the situation!"

"If there was no Venerable Yinghua, they would probably be under Hongku's sect!"

"Where is the substitute curse?"

"Hongku has become a Venerable, so how can there be any mantra for the death? Can anyone still target the Venerable in our holy land?"

Wuchao and Zhang Xuezhou were very embarrassed when they were targeting Hongku, but when they beat monks of the same level or even worse than their own, they felt like they were hitting children.

There are what Wuchao needs and what Zhang Xuezhou needs.

Hongku took the bag and asked Zhang Xuezhou to collect the items used by the venerables. Zhang Xuezhou did not do well in this matter. After eating a fruit, he had to flee from Danxia Palace in panic.

"So troublesome?"

Moreover, they not only took advantage of Hongku, but also exploited many apprentices from the Holy Land of Yiyanhe.

If these apprentices were not allowed to write letters to ask for practice materials from the tribe, Wuchao and Zhang Xuezhou would probably have asked for more.

...

The brothers also began to show their fangs.

The fruit of Venerable Lei had an uncontrollable impact on Zhang Xuezhou.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou keep stuffing the relevant materials of "Clouds and Technique" into the bag, Wu Chao couldn't help but feel a little envious.

When Wuchao mentioned the value of sacks, Zhang Xuezhou had a little more thought of leaving the sacred land of the Yen River as soon as possible.

"There is such a high requirement?" Zhang Xuezhou said suspiciously: "Are there many great cultivators above the royal power realm?"

He stretched his arms, and on his arms, his wings hidden in the past formed black and white lines and continued to decorate, solidifying on his arms like a tattoo.

Zhang Xuezhou originally wanted to rest in the Holy Land of Yiyan River for a while and wait for the supplies sent by the royal family of the evil country, but he was a little unable to sit still now.

In the flashy palace, Hongku pinched his fingers with both hands and then looked at Jinchang, who turned into the Venerable of Plague.

Wuchao wanted to follow Jinchang, but Jinchang hadn't seen anyone these days. Wuchao thought about the troubles that might have been involved, so he had to give up now.

"What I mean is that in the past, no one thought about it. Now, the position of the Venerable is still open!"

"I really envy my bag!"

Zhang Xuezhou was afraid of trouble, and Wuchao was also afraid of troubles that were difficult to deal with.

Zhang Xuezhou was amazed at the ears.

It can be said that Wuchao and Zhang Xuezhou are the most unpopular people in the Holy Land of Yiyan River.

Wuchao was extremely comprehensive. Whether they knew or didn’t know each other, as long as they were apprentices from the Yiyan River Holy Land, Wuchao brought Zhang Xuezhou to the door one by one.

Wuchao's snakehead curse, "The Art of Clouds" by Zhang Xuezhou's rapid flight.

After the monks briefly discussed, the apprentices couldn't help but feel cold.

He still doesn't know the follow-up to the relevant matters, but Hongku did not take back the bag.

After taking great benefits, Zhang Xuezhou thought that he would definitely be stupid.

"You can't get a bag, either?" Zhang Xuezhou said strangely.

"Not many," Wu Chao shook his head and said, "It's mainly because there are too few treasures like Na Ba.

"The masters who make bags today are mainly concentrated in the Southern Continent, which is the court of the Han Dynasty today." Wuchao said: "Only the court can make bags. They have very strict rules. It is almost impossible for outsiders to use materials to ask the court to help make bags."

Zhang Xuezhou's topic is very leaps and he was just talking about bags, but after a short period of time, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't wait to leave the Holy Land of the Yiyan River.

In the distance, more than a dozen blue-faced apprentices looked at the mages.

"Why did you suddenly want to leave?"

With all kinds of top cultivators and even participating in the confrontation, the two of them have long been too many of them.

"Senior brother, why don't we go down the mountain first? If we encounter a convoy of royal families coming to deliver resources on the road, wouldn't we wait for less time?" Zhang Xuezhou said.

This is a good phenomenon. The condensation of demonic power will make him spread his wings faster and can also make him fly further.

After some time, the two of them cleaned up, they called several slaves.

In the dine-in center of the Yiyan River Holy Land, Master Hongyi and others discussed it from time to time, and from time to time, there were mages whispering to each other.

Whether they are provoked or not, they have to pay the participants to send this former first apprentice down the mountain.

But if Zhang Xuezhou wanted to find a treasure-making master, Zhang Xuezhou would also be disgraced.

Wuchao thought for a few seconds before he realized it.

Not only did Wuchao feel relaxed, but Zhang Xuezhou also found that his level had improved unknowingly.

In this world, Zhang Xuezhou can still suppress the impact of demonic power on his body, but in reality, he began to have a strong desire to jump off the building again.

But even so, the tents where the two lived temporarily had more than 80 different materials.

"The opportunity is here!"

When he looked at the bag in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh at Hong's bitter work.

“Is it difficult to make a bag?”

He could even feel the continuous expansion of demonic power in his body.

Wuchao is obviously far from the realm of magic powers, so Zhang Xuezhou had to come up with some bad ideas.

From time to time, there were static electricity sounds in the sleeves, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that the pair of demon wings were growing.

When they were packed, the two carriages slowly left the holy land with the sound of horse whips.

"I haven't reached that level yet," Wu Chao said helplessly: "If I can enter the realm of magical powers, the royal family will prepare one for me!"

But this is also a bad phenomenon. The demonic power will invade the human body and may even affect the thinking. If the demonic power exceeds the human body's cultivation level, it may backlash, causing people to lose their normal rationality and turn into a demon.

One uses spells to restrain the apprentices, and the other bullies the spellists by relying on their physical advantages.

"I don't want to be arrested and go to work anymore," Zhang Xuezhou whispered.

"No one will target Venerable Hongku, so there is no need to use the substitute curse!"

"It's not difficult to say it's difficult, it's not difficult to say it's difficult to say it's difficult to say it's difficult to make bags, but even the bags made are very exquisite!"

"Then let's get some materials and find a treasure maker and ask them to help make one!"

"It's better to leave early, so as not to get involved!"

This is a relaxing and enjoyable scavenging trip.

"Which venerable is going out?" Jin Chang asked.

"I don't know, but there will definitely be a Venerable who will follow Wuchao and Wujin. You can take action at the right time!"

"I see!"

Jin Chang, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up, forced his head straightened, and then held up the umbrella and twisted out of the Vagai Palace.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!