I Am A Role Model! Blackmail!

Zhang San looked at them and was greatly moved, and the two with tears in their eyes nodded very gratified.

He raised his right hand and squeezed it lightly.

Hu Xiaobai's expression instantly subsided, and the tears in his eyes were sucked back abruptly.

The four characters of "retraction and release" have been interpreted to the extreme.

Only Hou Xiuwen could not help but feel aggrieved, and sobbing could be heard from time to time.

Zhang San patted Hou Xiuwen on the shoulder and comforted softly: "Okay, don't be too moved."

Hou Xiuwen suddenly changed from sobbing to crying.

She had never suffered such grievances since she could remember.

But now, he is being ridiculed by this person, riding on his head wantonly to poop and pee...

Zhang San sighed softly, patted Hou Xiuwen on the shoulder, and the black rope fell off instantly.

"ah!"

Hou Xiuwen continued to be immersed in grief. The sudden sense of weightlessness made her exclaim.

But fortunately, her sensitive reflexes allowed her to stabilize her center of gravity in time, and she didn't throw a dog and eat shit, and then make a fool of yourself...

This made a certain sinister duo slightly disappointed.

Hou Xiuwen, who broke away from the rope of blackmail, gradually regained his strength, and suddenly a lot of ghost ideas came to his mind.

For example... by surprise, they cut two people with swords... or... first pretended to cooperate, and then once they escaped, they used their family to be caught by the two as sandbags... and so on.

However, after seeing Zhang San's extremely sinister face, he was so frightened that he retracted these thoughts.

Zhang San's eyes flashed, the blackmail rope on the ground gradually shrank, and then turned into a small loop.

He picked up the rope ring and, without saying a word, put it on Hou Xiuwen's wrist.

Then he warned lightly: "With this rope loop, you don't want to play any tricks, otherwise... tsk tsk tsk."

Having said that, he stopped, and the expression on his face became a little more sinister and cruel.

Hou Xiuwen recalled like a conditioned reflex, the humiliating life a few days ago, just had a bloody face, and instantly paled a bit, and nodded again and again.

The biggest stain in this life seems to be inescapable.

"Okay, now, we start planning this operation in detail."

With a wave of Zhang San's hand, he led the two to sit down at the stone table, and with the help of candlelight, they conspired.

...

Since the end of the battle, the lives of Li Dao and the others have become much calmer.

The deeds that happened in the battle platform were also quickly spread.

The names of Li Dao and several people have naturally entered the public's field of vision.

Wang Cheng and Wang Mei were prominent in Tongxian Kingdom, and it was no secret that they went out this time, so they were all shaken out very quickly.

As for Li Dao, even in Tongxian Kingdom, it can only be regarded as a rising star, and Muling Kingdom is naturally unknown.

Therefore, the people of Muling Kingdom still don't know much about "Li Dao", they only know that apart from mysterious, they are undeniably powerful.

Unlike the rumors and rumors gathered by the storm outside, Li Dao's life was not affected because of this. He still entered the tranquility tree on time every day to continue the power of Insight Requiem.

Although there has been no progress.

These days, there is a phenomenon that caught Li Dao's attention.

That is, many arrogances of the Anshen clan have emerged at the same time, and they have begun to emerge.

Moreover, these arrogances are all those who were not well-known before, but their strengths are quite impressive.

They specially selected those famous and powerful Tianjiao to challenge, in order to quickly increase their own reputation.

This phenomenon reminded Li Dao of the important events of the Anshen tribe.

These days he often goes in and out of the Anshen tree, and he also has some understanding of the upcoming major event of the Anshen clan.

The event refers to a grand ceremony called "Tree Selection".

As the name suggests, it is to let the Anshen tree choose people, and those who are selected will be called "sons of tree selection"!

As long as you can establish a connection with the soothing tree, you can get the most original baptism of the power of the soul, and at the same time the body is sublimated, you can also quickly sense the power of the soul...

The growth of combat power is not without fear!

Once the son of Shuxuan is elected, his combat power will be far ahead of his peers...

Therefore, this is a position that all Anshen clansmen must contend for.

But what I have to say is that although the ceremony of "tree selection" is held every ten years, it is not every time that a "son of tree selection" will be born...

Even... Throughout history, the birth of the "Son of the Tree Selection" is very rare...

In other words, the soothing tree rarely chooses people.

But the son of every established tree pick will almost grow into a giant.

All Li Dao knows is this information. As for when and how it will be held, he has no idea.

However, if he can go, he is very happy to grow eyes.

Of course, even if you can't go, it doesn't matter too much.

In this way, the days went by, and the trio had no intention of going back.

Wang Cheng and Wang Mei became more and more active, running east and west, looking for people everywhere to challenge.

Li Dao is also in silence, Cultivation Base breakthrough, reaching the sixth layer of the real self.

After spending a day stabilizing the Cultivation Base, he took out the white Calabash again, drank the precious spiritual fluid inside, and continued to cultivate diligently.

Here, everything is going smoothly...

At the same time, on the other side, the plan is being implemented step by step.

When night falls, Qunhualou sings and dances, which is very lively.

Wearing a blue long gown, Zhang San swaggered towards the Qunhualou.

In front of the Qunhualou, two beautiful-looking and sweet-smiling women greeted guests. When they saw Zhang San, they immediately bowed and respectfully shouted:

"Master Zhang."

Obviously, they recognized Zhang San, and they were not impressed.

"En." Zhang San nodded lightly, passing between the two of them skillfully.

Smelling the scent left on the tip of his nose, he smiled and quickened his steps.

After entering the gate, it is the hall of Qunhualou.

The hall is very fragrant, and all kinds of floral fragrances are mixed together, but it will not make people feel pungent.

This special scent is actually one of the means to attract customers.

Qunhualou is a powerful force, and dozens of towering pavilions have been set up in Muyuan City.

The pavilion where Zhang San entered should be regarded as an elegant, business-oriented entertainment place. The people who run it on weekdays are almost all disciples of Qunhualou.

The Spirit Stones they earned by selling their talents and performing arts, after paying part of the tax, the rest are all considered as their own cultivation resources.

Of course, Qunhualou is a serious place. Although they earn Spirit Stones by selling their talents, no one dares to underestimate them.

Even... these disciples of Qunhualou who have been screened at various levels are born with a sense of arrogance, and their talents will not be easily displayed unless they meet someone who closes their eyes.

"Master Zhang, this time you want to listen to Miss Su Wan's tune again?"

Seeing Zhang San's figure, a woman wearing a cheongsam with long black hair tied on top of her head, with a faint smile on her face, strode forward.

Just as he was talking, there was a mocking look in his eyes, which flashed past.

"Master Zhang." The woman came to Zhang San and saluted again gracefully.

Although she looked down on Zhang San from the bottom of her heart, the basic courtesy should still be in place.

(Sorry, I’m in a very bad state this afternoon, my head is almost blank, I sat in front of the computer for several hours, and I haven’t finished writing a chapter, so I thought about emptying my brain first, I’ll make up for this chapter later. .

( ??????????? ) Relative visits are killing me...)