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    "Alas!" A sigh sounded in the dim room.  It's been three days. All three days were spent practicing Pangu Jue. He didn't even take a step out of the house. All three days were spent practicing Pangu Jue, but the recovery from his injuries was just a drop in the ocean.  The only result of three days was that he no longer had to endure the severe pain all over his body when walking, and his superficial injuries were completely recovered. Maybe this was also a consolation prize.

    "It seems that if you want to recover from your injuries quickly, you need to use external force!" Sha Monk couldn't help but think of the elixir that Niu Si used on him, the elixir called forged iron grass.

    With his mind turning, Sha Monk put away his power of practicing Pangu Jue and walked out of the room assigned to him.

    Amid the creaking sound, the door slowly opened, and a ray of gray light shot down from the sun hanging in the sky, shining through the wide-open door and shining on Sha Monk's face.

    A broad gray bluestone square appeared in front of Sha Monk. On all sides of the square, there were small houses, numbering more than ten thousand if you look closely.

    Many figures standing in the square turned their heads immediately when they heard the door opening, with a hint of helplessness, excitement, and expectation in their eyes.

    "Look, another one comes out with a bald head!" A strong man with a strong body and three eyes hummed in a low voice. The single eye on his forehead flickered, showing that his heart was not as good as it appeared.  calm.

    "Hey, I heard that I checked into that room three days ago, but I haven't shown up yet. That guy will definitely not be able to help but take action." The man as weak as a bamboo pole standing in the back of the strong purple man laughed in a low voice.  But when he mentioned that guy, his tone couldn't help but pause.

    "A new face has appeared again, and that madman will definitely appear first!"

    "Look, another one appears!"

    "Nine hundred and forty-one!"

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    The undisguised comments reached his ears one after another. Sha Monk couldn't help but pause as he moved forward, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

    "Tap! Tread! Tread!" On the other side of the square, there was a crisp sound of footsteps.

    "The madman appears!"

    "he came!"

    "I wonder what tricks he will use this time!"

    Before Sha Monk could think more, the discussion suddenly became low and then disappeared suddenly.

    Sha Monk raised his head and looked towards the place where the noise came from, and saw the guy standing in the square flashing away, moving away, and a dazzling purple head reflected in Sha Monk's eyes.

    A young man wearing ordinary clothes but with dazzling purple hair appeared at the end of the road. The aura of the Nine-layer Immortal filled the surroundings wildly, and he walked towards Sha Monk.

    Sha Monk noticed that after this young man appeared, all the twelve-level immortals in the square chose to retreat silently.  This scene made Sha Monk know that this purple-haired young man was not simple.

    The distance between the two parties flashed under the feet of the purple-haired young man, and he appeared in front of Sha Seng.

    Hundreds of eyes were fixed on Sha Monk and the purple-haired young man, and the excitement contained in them was clearly revealed.  If he wasn't afraid of the purple-haired young man's strength, he would have started roaring long ago!

    The purple-haired young man glanced at Sha Seng with his purple pupils, his excited expression disappeared, and there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes. He shook his head without saying a word, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the square.

    The purple-haired young man suddenly disappeared, and after a moment of silence in the square, there was a roar of discussion.  But those twelve-level immortals guessed something from the expression of the purple-haired young man, and their underworld consciousness came out, circled around Sha Monk, exchanged a look, and left with different expressions on their faces.

    This scene made some shrewd guys guess something. They looked at Sha Seng suddenly and stopped talking.

    In the blink of an eye, the discussion disappeared again.

    It¡¯s as if everything just now was illusory.

    The monk looked at all this and couldn't understand what happened.  Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it and walked towards the obviously taller one-story building on the side.  The most important thing now is to regain strength, and the rest should stand aside.

    Walking into the big room with the sign of the Reserve Camp, Sha Monk looked at the empty room and came to a large wooden table, which was also the only table.

    ¡°I¡¯m here to receive the subsidy!¡± Sha Seng said, looking at the director of the preparation camp who was sitting behind the wooden table with narrowed eyes.

    ??The subsidy is a certain amount of help provided by Yama City to the preparatory underworld soldiers before they participate in the formal selection, so that all the preparatory underworld soldiers can have more chances to pass.

    Sha Monk suspected that if he didn't speak, even if he stood here for a day, the supervisor would not speak.

    "Uh, your name!" With a twitch of his eyelids, the ghost supervisor, who was trained as a ghost, took out a crumpled notebook from somewhere and put it down?On the wooden table.

    ¡°Sand attack!

    "Sha Gong!" he said in a long tone, with his fingers wet with saliva, he quickly opened the book and flipped through the pages.  Of course, the premise is that he has such a thing as saliva.  As a ghost immortal, it is impossible to have a physical body until you reach the golden immortal realm.

    "Found it, huh?" He raised his head and glanced at Sha Seng in surprise, then looked down at the book again.

    "Because you were seriously injured, Master Hei Wulu specially ordered you to be given five times the subsidy, which is three hundred high-grade Mingjing crystals!" As he said that, he took out a black bag from nowhere, and it was still on the table with a clang.  There was a crisp sound of crystals colliding.

    Mingjing, like the fairy stone in the fairy world, not only helps in cultivation, but is also the only currency recognized by the public.

    "Supervisor, how many netherworld crystals are needed for one piece of wrought iron grass?" Sha Monk did not reach out for the high-grade netherworld crystal on the table, but asked the supervisor who closed his eyes again.

    "One hundred and fifty high-grade Mingjing crystals. If you want to buy it, one hundred high-grade Mingjing crystals!" His eyelids twitched, and the ghost fairy looked at Sha Seng with twinkling eyes. His face was full of excitement, and he was no longer as lazy as before.

    "Uh, give me three wrought iron grasses then!" Sha Monk looked at the suddenly enthusiastic Ghost Fairy Supervisor and felt a little uncomfortable.

    "Here!" A shadow of an arm flashed, and before Sha Monk could react, the three hundred top-grade dark crystals placed on the table turned into three green wrought iron grasses.

    Sha Monk shrank his eyes and began to look squarely at the ghost-immortal supervisor in front of him who didn¡¯t even have a body.  Even though he is seriously injured now, he still has good vision. The speed just now is definitely something that can only be achieved by reaching the realm of Xuanxian.

    While Sha Monk and Ghost Immortal were in charge of the transaction, the theory of the weakest Underworld Soldier was quietly spread in the Underworld Soldier Preparatory Camp.  And the name of the weakest underworld pawn is Chiran, Sha Gong, the pseudonym of Sha Seng.

    At the same time, it is also a guy who let the purple hair lunatic, who is not even let go of a fairy -like, shook his head and gave up, and retreated without speech.  The strongest underworld pawn who made many twelve-level human beings and immortals return depressed was also Sha Gong, the pseudonym of Sha Seng.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Some Preparatory Soldiers remembered the madness of Crazy Zi during the battle, and their expressions became ugly, and at the same time they were more curious to see how weak the Sand Gong was, who could make Crazy Zi shake their heads and retreat.

    What Sha Monk didn¡¯t know was that his name had spread throughout the preparation camp unknowingly.

    Putting three wrought iron grasses into his arms, Sha Monk walked out of the big room of the preparation camp and felt the gaze of many eyes, either bright or dark.  What followed was the sound of low sighs.

    "It's that guy who makes the lunatic retreat when he knows he's weak!"

    "It's him!"

    "Is it him!"

    "The weakest is the strongest, hehe!"

    "It's amazing, it can make that lunatic retreat without saying a word!"
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