1023 Lonely Xiao Qihuang (1)

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"Are those people from Xiaoyaomen? Look at them carrying big bags and small bags. Has Xiaoyaomen made a fortune?"

"Impossible? Who doesn't know that Xiaoyaomen is the poorest sect in the entire Qingtian world, how could it be possible to make a fortune?"

"Heh, no matter whether it's a fortune or not, there must be spar in Xiaoyaomen now. Let's go back and report to Master, and let him go to Xiaoyaomen to collect asylum fees."

"That's right, Xiaoyaomen is such a shabby sect, but it's an affiliate of our [Huiyi Sect]. Since we have spar, how can we not pay tribute."

"Hey hey, let's report this news, maybe we can get some benefits!"

Several people looked at each other and saw the excited and greedy expressions on each other's faces.

Afterwards, they all galloped away in the direction of [Gui Yi Zong].

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This night, the poor people of Xiaoyaomen experienced a happy paradise with flesh, spar and heart.

However, after Happy Paradise passed, Yun Ruohan found Muyan embarrassed.

Because, the more than 500 low-grade spar that Mu Yan finally earned, was actually spent by them in one day.

Yun Ruohan was ashamed and wished to find a hole in the ground to dig into, "Little Junior Sister, you should take the rest of the spar and use it yourself. Don't let everyone waste it, it's not easy for you to draw talismans..."

However, Mu Yan waved his hand indifferently, "It's fine, I can easily draw talismans. I will draw dozens of them at random tonight and sell them for some spar. Senior brother, don't worry, you can earn spar. It's still pretty easy."

Just go to... draw... a few dozen.

The corner of Yun Ruohan's mouth twitched, holding the spar in his hand, he really didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

Thinking about their hard days before, and thinking about the talismans that little junior sister could draw casually and the spar they earned.

Yun Ruohan felt that as a senior brother, he really should find a hole to burrow into.

Mu Yan didn't realize the eldest brother's heartbreak at all. After returning to his room, he went straight into the space and continued to draw the talisman.

Just an hour later, a thick stack of painted talismans appeared beside her.

However, it was a pity for Mu Yan.

The third-grade talisman that was drawn because of a misunderstanding, but it was impossible to succeed again.

Muyan always felt that she had seen a certain trick, but she couldn't grasp it.

After wasting three more talismans, she had to give up.

Who made Xiaoyaomen so poor, and there is still a large group of guys waiting to be fed.

Even talisman paper and cinnabar are not wasted casually.

It's better to draw more first- and second-rank talismans to make money!

Qi Huang was lying on the grass beside him, propped his chin up to watch her draw a talisman, and from time to time uttered a few sarcastic words, "Like a ghost drawing talisman, it's not beautiful at all."

"After so many paintings, you can only draw second-rank talismans. You can't even draw Zhang's third-rank talismans. Jun Muyan, you are getting more and more stupid."

"What's so good about this garbage talisman? When you master the skills of a fourth-level Kagura Master, you will naturally be able to draw the most powerful talisman in the world."

"Jun Muyan, this deity ordered you to stop painting that boring painting, do you hear me?"

Mu Yan squinted her eyes coldly, "I see, you miss the Tickle Music Package, don't you?"

Qi Huang's expression froze, and he glared at Mu Yan, and finally stopped talking.

Mu Yan lowered her head and drew for a while, until she had collected thirty second-grade talismans and twenty first-grade talismans before she stopped writing.

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