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Volume 2 In Qishan Chapter 148 Disease

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    Behind a five-meter-high and one-hundred-meter-wide hall, in an extremely luxuriously decorated room, a red-haired old man was lying on a silk brocade quilt, angrily yelling at the people kneeling below: "Trash, trash,  A bunch of trash."

    "Clan Chief, Patriarch, please calm down. We will search again tomorrow. We must not get hurt." A middle-aged man raised his head anxiously and looked at the red-haired old man.

    "Ahem." The red-haired old man coughed twice and said angrily: "If I can't die, I will burn Huang Tianxiong's precious ants."

    "Clan leader, according to news from Ant City, the monk from the main world went to the Yellow Termite tribe the day before yesterday and killed many people." The middle-aged man said.

    "Oh, he broke into three tribes one after another, what kind of trouble is he going to cause?" The red-haired old man asked doubtfully.

    "Clan leader, we can find him, join forces with him, and destroy the Yellow Termite Umbrella tribe together. According to the news, that man has a kind of grass that can cover more than a thousand meters, and everything with spiritual energy in it will be sucked up."  Suggested by young people.

    "No." A scarred man next to the middle-aged man suddenly stood up and objected, "Since that man came to this world, he went to three mushroom tribes, killed three times, and wiped out two tribes. If we help him wipe out  If he kills the Yellow Termite Tribe and our strength is damaged, what should we do if he turns around and destroys us?"

    The red-haired old man nodded: "Chunlei is right, we can't do this."

    "He comes from the main world, and maybe he has a way to cure the clan's elder disease." The middle-aged man Zhan Chunyi said, "I think it's better to give it a try."

    The red-haired old man thought, and the angry anger disappeared after a while.  He shook his head and said: "You can't let the wolf enter the house because of my illness. I won't join forces with him."

    "Clan leader." Zhan Chunyi did not give up and continued: "Is it possible that he wants Mogu Street?"

    "What, Mogujie?" The red-haired old man was half lying on the silk brocade quilt. After hearing Mogujie, he stood up with a cry and looked straight at Zhan Chunyi. After a moment.  Slowly closing his eyes, he lay on his back, lay down again, and took a long breath, "It's possible what you said."

    "What Mogu Street?" Lu Chunlei scratched his head and asked in confusion.

    The red-haired old man was about to say something, when suddenly a tribesman bent over and walked out.  "Report to the clan leader that there is a person outside who claims to be Fuli from the main world and wants to see the clan leader."

    "What, Fuli from the main world, he's here." Zhan Chunyi suddenly turned around and asked.

    "Has he invaded?" Lu Chunlei grabbed the tribesman.  asked, shaking vigorously.

    "Nono" The tribesman suppressed his blush and was out of breath.

    "Hmph." Lu Chunlei threw away the tribesman and stood up and said: "Clan leader, let me go and have a look. If he has an idea for us, I will not spare him."

    "Come back." The red-haired old man shouted, "If you are still so reckless, after this matter, I will imprison you for three years."

    "Ah~" After hearing this, Lu Chunlei's anger disappeared and he stood aside angrily, not daring to speak.

    The red-haired old man pondered for a moment, looked at Zhan Chunyi and said uncertainly: "If he really comes for Mogu Street, we don't have to worry."

    "Clan leader, everything has risks. The longer it is delayed, the worse it will be for our clan. Let him come in." Zhan Chunyi advised.

    "Okay." The red-haired old man made up his mind and said to the person who delivered the order: "Let him wait in the meeting hall. Remember not to lack etiquette."

    "Let's go, let's go meet this main world monk for a while." The red-haired old man braced himself and got out of bed.

    "Clan leader, your illness" Zhan Chunyi said worriedly, "Remember to ask that person if there is any solution."

    "It's okay." The red-haired old man shook his head, "I guess there's not much hope. This disease is too difficult to treat."

    Fuli didn't wait long when someone hurried from inside. He came close and bowed deeply: "Sir Fuli, the clan leader has invited you."

    The Fire Mushroom Tribal Assembly Hall is also fiery red in color and is entirely composed of red rocks. Each piece has been carefully carved and is extremely beautiful.

    When Fu Li entered the hall, he saw an old red-haired man sitting on a stone chair in the middle of the hall. His eyes were bright, but his body showed a trace of weakness, and he did not have the power that a Sanren of Zifu should have.

    Standing next to them were two rows of people from the Fire Mushroom clan with rosy complexions. Fu Li squinted his eyes and knew that there were three Zifu San members, and the remaining twelve were all late Xiantian cultivators.

    Such strength is worthy of the reputation of the Fire Mushroom Tribe.

    "Ah haha, but Fellow Taoist Fu Li, Xue Huaishan, the leader of the Fire Mushroom Tribe, welcomes fellow Taoist to the Fire Mushroom Tribe." The red-haired old man Xue Huaishan laughed, and an unnatural red spot appeared on his face. Zhan Chunyi looked worriedly below.  With.

    If people respect me, I respect them?One foot is the rule of doing things according to Li.  Xue Huaishan showed such an attitude, and Fu Li naturally greeted him with a smile, "Clan Chief Xue, if I have something to do, please come and forgive me for any offence."

    "What's the matter?"

    After Xue Huaishan asked, the two rows of people standing all turned their heads to see what Fuli said.

    "I'm here to ask you something." Fu Li said in a calm tone.

    "Aren't you here to ask for help? Aren't you going to exterminate the yellow termite tribe?" The scar on Lu Chunlei's face kept trembling with his doubtful words.

    Xue Huaishan also looked at Fuli.

    Fu Li smiled softly, shook his head and said: "You praise me too much. How can I destroy the Yellow Termite Umbrella Tribe by myself? But" Fu Li changed his voice and said, "If I don't get the answer, I might really have to go  The Yellow Termite Umbrella Tribe, let¡¯s see if we can destroy them.¡±

    When he said these words, Fu Li's tone was calm and his expression was calm, but everyone present could hear the determination in Fu Li's tone.

    Lu Chunlei wanted to laugh a few times, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't.

    "What's the problem?" Xue Huaishan was breathing heavily. His illness was getting worse and worse, and now he couldn't even speak a few words.

    "Do you know Mogu Street?" Fu Li asked directly. After speaking, Fu Li stared at Xue Huaishan tightly, not letting go of any expression on his face.

    "Is it really Mogu Street?" Xue Huaishan and Zhan Chunyi said in unison.

    "Ah, you know?" Fu Li, who had been calm all this time, couldn't sit still this time and suddenly took a few steps forward, "If the clan leader can inform you, I will help you with something."

    This matter is nothing more than killing Huang Tianxiong and using the Fire Mushroom to solve his worries.

    Who would have thought that Fu Li was going too far, Lu Chunlei shouted anxiously: "Then can you cure the clan leader's disease?"

    "Cure?" Fu Li turned his head and saw Lu Chunlei's provocative eyes.

    "If you can cure the clan leader's disease, we won't need your help. The clan leader can go in and out of the ant city alone."

    "Oh, what's the disease?" Fu Li was puzzled.  The bodies of monks are very strong, especially those of innate monks whose bodies have gone through thunder tribulations and baptized by the innate aura, so it is difficult for them to get sick.

    ¡°But if you get the disease, it¡¯s difficult to cure.  Because all monks¡¯ illnesses are related to cultivation.

    As expected, Lu Chunlei said: "It's the stones caused by cultivation."
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