Super Treasure Hunter

After trying Huo Jinling's range of activities in the middle of the week, he collected all Huo Jinling, following the path when he came along the way, intending to stroll back slowly.

Looking at the surrounding wild flowers and grass, listening to the gurgling water and cascading waterfalls, it seemed as if you were in a paradise in the middle of the week, so while walking in the middle of the week, I was deeply immersed in this wonderful world, and was shocked by the state of mind here. Until a voice interrupted his "clean repair".

"This little friend, please stay."

As soon as Zhou Zhong heard the word "little friend", his heart was filled with a strong rejection, because of the name used by quack liars like Master Haotian, but this time when he opened his eyes, Zhou Zhong saw a rather unique The old man with the bones of immortality, different from Master Haotian and others, this old man knew at a glance that he had real skills.

So he stopped in the middle of the week, stood respectfully on the side of the road, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

The old man was very satisfied with the appearance of the bones in the middle of the week, and saw that the attitude of the middle of the week was neither humble nor arrogant, humble and polite, and even more admired the middle of the week: neither humble nor arrogant, and can be made.

So the old man twisted his spontaneously white goatee and asked the middle of the week: "This little friend, I think your bones are peculiar, and the hall is shining. At first glance, it is a manufacturable material. I don't know where the little friend learns from?"

Although I felt baffled in the middle of the week, I still responded politely to the principle that one more thing is worse than one less thing: "No, I don't have a master. What can I do if you stop me?"

The old man smiled, thinking that he really found a treasure. So he explained his intentions to the middle of the week: "If this little friend doesn't dislike him, how about the old man being a master for you?"

"Master?" Zhou Zhong's eyes widened. He didn't know how this happened, but after thinking about it, he refused: "Thank you, Mr. For your kindness, but I can't afford it."

Hearing this, the smile on the old man's face quickly withdrew, and his tone became colder: "May I ask, why did you refuse?"

In the middle of the week, seeing your old man's face-changing skills, I thought helplessly: How can you meet and find trouble everywhere?

But in the middle of the week, he told me politely and frankly: "I was here to do a task, and I will be leaving soon, and I have no attachment to this place either."

"If it is because of this occupying a disciple's quota, I really feel sorry."

The old man stroked his beard while thinking about the authenticity of this sentence in the middle of the week, but before he could think about the reason, his two apprentices in Shenongang couldn't stand it anymore, and sang and persuaded the middle of the week.

"This little brother, our teacher is very capable. Don't miss the opportunity to become a leader."

"Yes, even if you want to go to other places, isn't it for your own future? Now that there is a ready opportunity, why bother to go near and farther?"

There was nothing wrong with this, but in the middle of Zhou Zhou saw his two apprentices proud and ordinary people, and they looked like they were superior. They were disgusted by points, so they turned around and left.

But just after three steps in the middle of the week, I realized that I couldn't move anymore. Looking back, it turned out that it was the old man who was releasing the pressure on him and causing him to be unable to move.

"Dare to ask the master, what does this mean?" Zhou Zhong didn't leave, and turned to look at the old man, wondering why she was deterring to do so.

The old man's heart is also very wronged: thinking that he has climbed from nothing in the past to his current position, which step did not he work hard and steadfastly?

With his prestige and status today, as long as he is a local, who has not stepped through the threshold and wanted to accept a disciple, the prime minister saw a good seedling today, but he didn't know anything about him, so he rushed to accept disciples. People are not willing. It can be said to be a shame.

But all these are my own ideas and cannot be said to outsiders. As a result, the old man deepened his coercion, and his waist was bent for a while, and he said angrily: "You..."

"You have seen my strength." The old man silently retracted two points of coercion, stood upright in the middle of the week, and asked him: "Do you regret the decision you just made?"

In the middle of the week, he said persistently: "No regrets. No teacher."

When the old man heard this, he put more pressure on him again, and shouted, "Say it again!"

In the middle of the week, he knelt on one knee, but he was still very stubborn: "No regrets! No teacher!!"

"Even if you kill me, I won't worship you as a teacher! I will do what I say!!"

The old man withdrew his coercion and slapped him directly on Zhou Zhong’s heart with a palm: "Puff!" He spit out blood in Zhou Zhong, and then raised his head to see that the old man and his two apprentices had already gone far, and the old man’s cold snort could be heard vaguely :"Ridiculous@!"

"Master, why did you leave? No apprentices are accepted?" The disciple followed the old man for a while, and asked suspiciously.

"No." The more the old man thought about the behavior in midweek, the more angry he became, and said angrily: "Don't let me see him again."

"Yes, he simply doesn't know how high the sky is."

Another disciple was obviously smarter than this one, and smiled: "Teacher won't give up for this reason, right?"

The old man nodded: "You still know me better."

"Although he looks a little talented now, she is too fragile, she doesn't know how to be flexible at all, she will just go for it blindly, not knowing how to bend and stretch, the future is not so bright.

"Let him break it himself."

In the middle of the week, he relieved his physical injury on the spot for a while, took out the pills that Jiawei had given, and took a few rounds, feeling that his health was almost better, then got up and walked into the city.

But before we got to the door, the road was blocked by the special car surrounding the entrance of the hotel. After thinking about it in the middle of the week, I went to the other side of the car and wanted to go in, but I was attracted by the people in the car before I got in. Lost attention.

The people in the car are not others, they are the Fatty Chen Mo who should have been staying in the hotel. He went up in the middle of the week, but was driven away by the fat man and the others, let alone what happened.

So in the middle of the week, he leaned over to ask what was going on, but was pushed aside by the reckless city guards. Zhong Zhou simply rushed to the front of the car and asked: "Who are you? Why are you arresting them?"

The city guard looked at the middle of the week with a look of impatience, and shouted: "Who are you who dare to stand in my way?"

"I'm midweek, and I'm with them." Midweek calmly looked at the expressions of the city guards who were opposite from surprise to surprise, and then put him in the car overjoyed.

So within ten minutes of entering the city again in the middle of the week, they were arrested again with Chen Mo and the others.