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Chapter 1289: This is good

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    Xuanhe smiled bitterly and shook his head and said: "Old people forgive sins, but the younger generation is always careless."

    Before Xuan He could say anything, Old Devil Yin suddenly said, "Are there any ghost cultivators in the city?"

    Hearing the word "ghost cultivator", Fang Lang's Leng Gen stood up. The methods of this evil old devil were too terrifying.  Thousands of miles away, he could still feel the ghosts rising and falling in the air.  Fortunately, Hunting Wind used the Land of Truth to enter and leave the inn, and the ghost's swing was limited to the inn, otherwise Yin and the old man would have discovered the truth immediately.

    Xuandao: "Really?" He hurriedly released his thoughts and explored the inn where the incident happened. Sure enough, he felt a slight fluctuation in the soul of his soul.

    "Yes, it was a ghost who killed two of our disciples. Since when did ghosts appear on Tiannan Island? Are you monks incompetent?"

    Fang Lang knew that Old Demon Yin could not trace the source of the ghost fluctuations and began to anger people.

    Xianhe naturally can only say: "The younger generation is really incompetent."

    Old Ghost Yin snorted again: "No matter who he is, he doesn't want to escape the palm of this chair." He disappeared in the moment of vanity.

    Metaphysics couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. After returning to the teahouse, the monks on the street also breathed a sigh of relief. The false knowledge of the nine-level metaphysics was shrouded in the air. The smell was terrible.

    Fang Lang suddenly said: "Speaking of ghost cultivators, there is indeed a ghost in this city."

    Xuanhe naturally understood who Fang Lang was talking about and said: "Fortunately, Hunting Feng has entered the ghost path, otherwise he would not be able to get rid of this relationship this time. Old Devil Yin is also aware of this matter. Don't worry, Xiaodao,  The old devil will never doubt the hunting wind."

    Fang Lang also wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "That's good."

    By this time, the two men had already walked out of the inn, and their bodies should have been theirs.

    When they saw Xuan He standing in front of the teahouse window, they also changed their proud colors and hurried to watch the ceremony. They nodded and the two of them left quickly.

    Xuan and Fang Lang sat for several hours, waiting for Huang Junxing and the other three to make a list of goods and then hand it over to Fang Lang before leaving.

    Fang Lang also left the crowd and returned to his small training school.  That night, based on the lists submitted by Huang Junxing and the other three, he would calculate one by one the quantity and price of the items each person needed, as well as which item had the highest price, and then he would sell the property to this person.  Fang Lang was not very good at this kind of paperwork, and it took him two hours to settle down.

    Of course, Huang Junxing needs more candies to strengthen his image as an agent.  More importantly, Huang Junxing belongs to a clan that is not weak in strength.  He might capitalize on an opportunity or two down the road.

    After everything settled down, Fang Lang took out the flying fragment that Hunter Feng gave him.  The material used to fly to the temple is said to be a rare crystal produced in the fairyland and not even available in the Pilgrimage Kingdom.  So even a fragment is a treasure.

    But Fang Lang did not use this fragment to practice alchemy. The destruction of the Ascension Temple has always been a big heart in Fang Lang's heart. Without this flying to the temple, how would the monks fly to the vast world?  What about heaven?

    The boundary between Hotan and the universe can be said to be unshakable. Even if the gods reach the level of longevity, they are helpless, and the Feigong is the only way to connect the world and the realm of Chaotian. If the temple is destroyed, the thoughts of the monks in the world will not  fly.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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