"Mantou, follow me, brother will not treat you badly."

"That's it, that's a toast to the boss."

When the two clinked glasses, the good minister chose the master and reminded: "Don't drink and drive, and don't drink while driving."

"We drive a battery car." Human Blood Mantou said.

"A battery car is also a car."

"Hey, you kid is finding fault."

The good minister chose the master and sighed: "Yuanshi Tianzun is getting more and more terrifying."

In the extraordinary stage, he was also a seed player and a genius, but after being promoted to a saint, his halo faded. Although he was still stronger than ordinary saints, he was by no means a genius in the realm of saints.

This is like a schoolmaster who came from a small place, overlooking the world in a place that suits him, but once he arrives in a big city, he will quickly hurt Zhongyong.

Most of the geniuses in the Transcendent Realm encountered a similar predicament, only Yuanshi Tianzun continued to make great strides.

The little fat man was inevitably a little discouraged.

"What's been interesting lately?"

After drinking for three rounds, the human blood steamed bun asked like chatting.

"It's mid-July now, and everyone is more peaceful." The little fat man said.

He didn't care if Human Blood Mantou and Kou Beiyue could understand.

The little fat man took a sip of wine, suddenly remembered something, and said in a solemn tone:

"By the way, I recently received an internal notification from the Nihility Sect that many illusionists in Jiangnan Province and Huaihai Province disappeared inexplicably and were suspected of being killed, but it doesn't seem like an official act."

"Maybe it's the enemy's family," Kou Beiyue said.

"It may also be done by people from the Southern Branch of the Psionic Association." Human Blood Mantou said.

Neither was too interested in the matter.

The little fat man frowned: "Not necessarily, the organization asked us to inquire about this through our own channels."

After speaking, he looked at Kou Beiyue.

The meaning is obvious, in terms of intelligence, no organization can match the official.

"Okay, let me find out for you." Kou Beiyue nodded, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, edited the information, and prepared to ask Yuanshi Tianzun.

The little fat man watched expectantly.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhang Yuanqing returned to Fujiawan, sat at the stone table in the front yard, and took out the parchment given by the old clapper.

The ten-day period has come, and the ghost mirror will be his property.

He took out several relatively cheap materials one after another and placed them on the table, but the mobile phone in his pocket ding-dong, indicating that there was a message entering.

Zhang Yuanqing took out his phone and glanced at it, his expression immediately became serious.

Is there a magician missing mysteriously in Jiangnan Province and Huaihai Province? The nihilism sect thinks it's not official? After carefully reading the message sent by Kou Beiyue, his first reaction was: JrNovels.com