The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Under the cultivation of the spiritual soil and the watering of the spiritual water day and night, the hawthorn tree that was obtained from the owner of the altar before was finally born quickly after more than ten days of hard work.

Thunder Throwing True Monarch crossed his hips and looked at the verdant young hawthorn fruits, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.

Just ten minutes ago, this young fruit was only the size of a soybean, and now it is quickly spawned in a state that is visible to the naked eye.

Before long, the fruit of this hawthorn tree will be fully ripe. However, pride is pride, and Thunder Throwing True Monarch is still a little discouraged. Because the little girl playing in the mud that the Boss Tan said before has not shown up until now!

"True monarch, will the girl mentioned by Boss Tan really appear?" Song Qingshu asked in a straight suit, standing behind the young man in white shirt.

"Who knows..." The young man pursed his lips, looking a little unhappy.

In fact, most people don't hold much hope for this at the beginning. Wang Ling had always felt that this was actually quite unreliable, but there was always a shortage of "idiots" in this world. The owner of the altar who has kept this seed for so many years is one of them. I believe that if the hawthorn tree species is planted, the Thunder Throwing Lord is one of them...

Some people say that the more advanced the cultivator is, the more the chengfu will become, so that in the end, everyone will become the devil in the eyes of the world. The so-called "romantic" is missing, but seeing this "romantic" in Wang Ling is actually a crucial part of the mind of a cultivator.

Therefore, cultivating does not necessarily have to be bitter and bitter, and not every cultivator has the same "romantic" as the Thunder Throwing True Monarch.

Wang Ling sometimes felt from the bottom of his heart that it was really good to meet such a friend on his path of cultivation.

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In the evening of this day, the night street lights on the street next to Wenxian Garden just turned on.

A figure suddenly came out of the crack in the space under the street lamp. This was a blind spot. When the figure emerged from here, the passers-by walking with their heads down were scattered on the roadside and no one noticed that a person suddenly appeared here.

"The spatial fog of Zijin Hulu is combined with the current positioning system called GPS, and this seat in the world can come and go freely." Taking advantage of Jiang Liuyue's body, the old devil looked down at his phone and smiled.

When I originally relied on the space fog of the purple gold gourd to move, I had to go out of the exit first, and then rely on myself to lock the position with great mana, which was time-consuming and labor-intensive, but now this operation is really more convenient than before. many!

The old devil: "Is the location here?"

"Yes, Lord Mozun, the one with the seven-star sword lives here. There is absolutely nothing wrong." The stone ghost face on the old devil's face made Jiang Liuyue's voice.

The old devil: "Is that a villa complex? Do you know which villa it is?"

Jiang Liuyue: "The spy I hired before reported that there is a hawthorn tree in front of the villa, and it should be easy to identify."

"Then go ahead and look for it, this time I must get the seven-star sword!" The old devil nodded and said in a deep voice.

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The two of them have just acted here, and in the backyard of Wenxianyuan's Villa, a man in a black cloak was looking at the hawthorn tree from a distance away from the fence.

This is a master who does not know his realm. His breath is all contained under the black cloak, which looks extremely mysterious.

"This is it." The figure under the cloak whispered to himself, and then his footsteps shook slightly, and with a swoosh, he flew over the fence and came to the bottom of the hawthorn tree.

Standing in front of the hawthorn tree, the man took a deep breath and carefully sniffed the smell of the hawthorn tree...

...can't be wrong! This hawthorn tree was planted from that tree back then!

The tree species has been specially treated, and the hawthorn fruit produced has a special smell, and this smell can only be smelled by specially trained people.

The man stood under the hawthorn tree, with some emotion in his heart, because there is no one in a billion who can smell this special smell.

And as one of the eight children who were selected that year. He was the only one who survived the intense hellish training and was trained to pinpoint the one with a special smell from the piles of tens of millions of hawthorn fruits.

Five senses, mind, body, martial arts... In the hellish training mode, he has no elective courses, and he has to cultivate everything about the cultivator to the perfection.

And all of this is to help the Palace Master bring back the person who planted this special hawthorn tree!

Now that he has finally found this hawthorn tree, the cloaked man's heart is almost like a collapsed excitement... In order to find the man who planted the hawthorn tree, how much he suffered! How much suffering!

finally!

Let him find it!

As long as the person who planted the fruit is brought back to the palace master, he will be free in the future.

Over the years, I have been really tired of living...

Now, standing under the hawthorn tree, if possible, the man in the cloak just wants to shout out five words - Lao Tzu, want to retire!

After a series of roaring roars in his heart, the cloaked man calmed down and regained his senses. Now the most urgent delay is to find the person who planted this hawthorn tree.

But just as he raised his head, a strange aura suddenly appeared behind him.

The old devil actually shuttled directly through the space crack and came to this backyard...

This movement was very fast and appeared almost instantaneously, so that the cloaked man didn't see how the other party appeared for a while.

At the moment of eye contact, the old devil and the man in the cloak came to a conclusion almost at the same time!

——This person is definitely the one who planted the cottage tree!

——This person is definitely the junior who took the Seven Star Sword!

Moreover, the moment he saw Jiang Liuyue appear, the man in the cloak actually had the confidence to find the right person.

He had known for a long time that the Palace Master was greedy for beauty, but he didn't expect that the Palace Master really liked this one... He felt that the woman in front of him, the two weapons of mass destruction on his chest was a bit exaggerated!

The man in the cloak put his hands on his back and stared at the old devil in front of him and said, "My master wants to see you, please come with me!"

"Who are you?"

Now it was the old devil's turn to be surprised.

Are the juniors so arrogant these days?

With the help of Jiang Liuyue's body, the old devil began to carefully look at the man in the cloak in front of him.

What surprised the old devil was that this person's aura was hidden very well. With Jiang Liuyue's current recovery, he still couldn't detect it!

"I see... It must be the junior who knew that I was going to take the sword, so he had taken precautions. Are you sent by that junior?" The old devil stared at the man in the cloak and guessed.

Junior... generation?

The man in the cloak was startled, there are not many people who dare to call the Palace Master junior... This woman is probably not easy to deal with! But what the hell is that sword?

The cloaked man frowned, thinking in his heart.

After thinking for a while, the man in the cloak took the lead, raised his hand and grabbed it towards the old devil!

No matter what that sword is... it's better to strike first, stun people and bring them back!

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In the villa, Thunder Throwing Zhenjun and Song Qingshu, who were having a small meeting in the villa, were alarmed by the sound outside.

When were there two more people in the backyard... why did the fight start?