Chapter 545: The Fear of the Paper Fan, Wang Xuanping's Plan

Pig Yongfu looked sad.

He returned to Tianji Pavilion and told what he had seen and heard.

"What did you say?"

The paper fan boy immediately slipped from the throne of the master of the Tianji Pavilion to the ground, with a solemn expression, "There is actually a young disciple with a bright head in the Misty Sect?"

"Exactly!"

Zhu Yongfu didn't dare to lie, "Moreover, what's even more terrifying is that this person has a bright head, and he doesn't even have a single strand of hair. What a senior prophet he is!"

"Are you sure he doesn't have a single hair?"

"My subordinates are right, there is indeed none."

"hiss!"

The paper fan boy was apprehensive, but he didn't give up, grabbing Zhu Yongfu's collar, "Go, take me to see."

He wanted to know whether the bald boy in Zhu Yongfu's mouth was a prophet.

If so, that's great.

Among the prophets, the less hair, the higher the status.

It is probably because when using the evil spirits to deduce, the hair will fall out, and the hair is less, which means that there are many deductions.

And the more deduced, the stronger the ability in this regard.

Therefore, there is a saying that the brighter the head, the stronger it is.

In short, three words:

Bald Strong!

...

a mountain range.

Li Qiankun clenched his hands, and the evil energy on his body began to flow, turning into a circular mirror in mid-air, reflecting a valley dozens of miles away.

There, a thousand-year-old elixir grows quietly.

"Wow!"

"It turned out to be a thousand-year-old elixir!"

Wang Ping'an and the others were full of joy.

Brother Flathead followed around,

I found that I couldn't fight recently, and I felt very bored, so I quickly pushed Qiao Jiaxi with my little paw.

"Do you fight?"

"No, no, no!"

Qiao Jiaxi was so frightened that her face turned purple.

He knows his strength, and if he really wants to fight, he can't be the opponent of Brother Pingtou at all.

After all, there is a big gap between the two sides!

Seeing that Qiao Jiaxi didn't dare to fight him, Brother Flathead was even more bored, so he sat on the ground and let his left and right hands fight each other.

"The highest realm in boredom, fighting each other with left and right hands!"

Long Tianxing expressed surprise.

But they did not continue to pay attention to Brother Pingtou, but rushed towards the thousand-year-old elixir dozens of miles away.

On the road, there were two people lurking.

"Pavilion Master, have you seen it clearly?"

Zhu Yongfu was lying in the bushes, pointing at Li Qiankun who flew diagonally above.

"Seeing it clearly, it's just blinding!"

The paper fan boy shivered.

Although Li Qiankun was only at the first level of the Primordial Gathering Realm, his strength was not strong, but that bright bald head didn't even have a single hair.

More importantly, the roots are gone!

The whole head looked shiny.

Under the sunlight, Li Qiankun's head is like a moon, reflecting the brilliance that is enough to brighten the eyes of blind people.

"It's just terrifying!"

Seeing Li Qiankun leaving, the paper fan boy couldn't help swallowing, took off his hair cap, and touched his bald head, the fear on his face became more and more intense.

"Pavilion Master, why are you trembling?"

"Nonsense, the other party's deduction technique is absolutely terrifying, can this pavilion master not be afraid?"

"real?"

"good!"

The paper fan boy immediately stated the theory of "strong bald head", which made Zhu Yongfu change his face.

He took out the mirror and glanced at the top of his sparsely-haired head, feeling that his deduction was pretty good, but there was still hair on the top of his head.

Most importantly, the roots are still there!

As long as it is not deduced for a long time, the hair can still grow back.

Although, it will be much sparser than before.

Even on the top of Mr. Paper Fan's head, there are still a lot of hair roots, which can grow back into a black hair.

However, Li Qiankun is different!

There was no hair on the top of his head.

what does that mean?

This person's deduction skills have long been superb, and he is a strong man with terrifying power!

"Pavilion Master, why don't you... withdraw first?"

"Withdraw, withdraw now!"

Mr. Paper Fan was frightened and said, "From today, before the reinforcements arrive, our Tianji Pavilion will suspend all kinds of external activities and stabilize ourselves."

"Yes."

Pig Yongfu nodded heavily.

Soon, the two returned to Tianji Pavilion.

They didn't know that the so-called strong people in their eyes were only beginners in the deduction technique.

...

Misty sect.

Wang Xuanping was very depressed.

She tried for so many days, but she still couldn't remember the content of "Root Bone Potential".

"Fuck you, I don't practice anymore!"

Wang Xuanping laughed and smashed his couch with one punch.

Since each disciple's room has a soundproof formation, she is not afraid of her laughter coming out.

After half an hour.

Wang Xuanping suppressed the anger in his heart and walked out of the room calmly, thinking of something very important.

"By the way, the purpose of my lurking in the Misty Sect is to inquire about the relationship between the Great Beihe Emperor and the Misty Sect, and by the way, to see if I can find the loopholes in "Seven Steps to the Sky"..."

She looked around.

"There are very few elders in the Misty Sect. I can't ask them directly, otherwise it will cause suspicion."

"There are dozens of deacons. Among them, Chu Yun'er is the chief deacon. Her cultivation is not high, but she is the core figure of the sect. I can start from her."

Thinking of this, Wang Xuanping started his own plan.

Feilai Peak.

Chu Yun'er was busy with many trivial matters in the sect, and her pretty face was full of anxiety.

"Hello, Chief Deacon, I'm Wang Xuanping, the second-generation disciple. I wonder if there is anything in the Elder Hall that needs the help of the disciples?"

Hearing the sound, Chu Yun'er raised her head, looked at the handsome young disciple, her eyes flashed, and she handed over a document.

"There are more than 100 tasks on the paper. If you have time, do it first."

More than a hundred tasks?

Wang Xuanping was dumbfounded.

She came over to ask if she had something to do, but she was just polite, her real purpose was to take the opportunity to approach Chu Yun'er.

But who knows, the other party actually gave her more than 100 tasks!

Ruthless, too ruthless!

Wang Xuanping's teeth were trembling with anger, but he pretended to be fine, and left the elder's hall with the document in his arms.

After she left, Chu Yun'er took out the summons.

"Master, according to your request, I have arranged a lot of tasks for Wang Xuanping, I don't know if he can finish it."

"It's okay, let him do it."

Ye Feng closed the summons, lay leisurely on the bluestone, separated five strands of wind energy, and continued to water the stone spirit under the seat.

"Master, I think I'm about to change shape!"

Shi Ling let out an excited voice.

Ye Feng was surprised: "Little Stone, are you sure?"

"Um!"

Shi Ling is very confident.

Hearing this, Ye Feng pinched his fingers, shook his head, stretched out his hand, and transformed into an illusory figure above his palm, asking:

"You mean this?"

"Yes!" Shi Ling said.

The next moment, Qingshi trembled slightly, and there was a spiritual flow on the surface, which condensed into an illusory figure in the air, and was about to take shape.

But when the wind blew, the figure disappeared.

"Yeah, failed again!"

Shi Ling felt a little pity.

Ye Feng touched the surface of the bluestone, and said, "This technique of your illusion is far from being transformed!"

"Is that so?" Shi Ling was ignorant. He didn't understand many things and needed to be taught.

"If you want to change shape, you have to continue to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the days are still very long!"

Ye Feng lay on the bluestone.

With a wave of his hand, a picture appeared in the sky, reflecting Wang Xuanping holding the document with a depressed look on his face.

"Wang Xuanping..."

"There is still more than half a month before the Holy Spirit's form cools down. I want to see what you plan to do next."

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth gradually raised.

The threats from the tree demon clan, the horned clan, and the Demon Temple will not come for the time being. In the future, he can take a good look at Wang Xuanping's bottom to see what the other party's purpose is.

Then, follow the trails!