Comprehensive Martial Arts: Relying on Pili Martial Arts to Achieve Dimensionality Reduction Attack

Chapter 677 Warlocks Gathering
Compared to Nun Miejue, Song Yuanqiao is obviously much more talkative.

They came to my house in person and said it could be exchanged, and their attitude was so friendly.

Xuan Zhixuan is very satisfied with such a person.

It turns out that old men who practice Taoism are easier to talk to than old nuns who practice Buddhism.

After collecting two "magic weapons", this martial arts conference came to an end. As night was approaching, the heroes dispersed and went down the mountain to their respective homes.

A few days later, he was still in the meeting.

As promised, the people from the Emei and Wudang sects came to visit with the promised magic weapons.

Because the matter was of great importance, the people who came this time were still the representatives of the previous sects, and each of them was accompanied by three to five disciples of the sect.

Xuan Zhixuan warmly received the two groups of people, and immediately invited professionals to appraise the 'Ice Soul Divine Light Sword' and 'Suzaku Sword' they brought.

These so-called "professionals" are actually the sorcerers hired from the public by the Shangtong Society when it launched a recruitment notice some time ago.

To open the Fuxi Abyss, one needs to cast spells simultaneously in three sacred places, which naturally requires three sorcerers.

At this time, in another room, three warlocks were introducing themselves to each other.

"My name is Zhuge Qiong. Poor means 'when you are poor, you must change. When you change, you will succeed.'"

“Isn’t that the poverty of poverty?”

"...Brother, you are really bad at speaking."

Zhuge Qiong gently shook the goose feather fan in his hand and looked at Lu Ping in front of him speechlessly.

In order to get a closer look and at the same time to gather intelligence from within the Shang Tong Hui, Lu Ping took the initiative to apply for the position of warlock, and successfully defeated other contestants to become one of the glorious senior cadres of the Shang Tong Hui.

However, in order not to reveal his identity, he not only changed his face, but also changed his name to 'Bag Master' Ping Lu Ren.

He still looks handsome, elegant, and his clothes are expensive, but the most eye-catching thing about him is that he always carries a bulging cloth bag on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, I always say what I think."

As Lu Ping said this, he pretended to look at Zhuge Qiong seriously and sighed, "To be honest, I know a little about physiognomy. Brother Zhuge, your face... doesn't look like you're destined to be rich."

Zhuge Qiong was shocked when he heard this: "Yes-ah!"

“It brings tears to my eyes just talking about it!”

"I have started several businesses over the years, covering clothing, food, housing and transportation, but I lost everything every time."

"After much thought, I felt that maybe I was not suitable for starting a business and could only work for others. Or maybe the feng shui of Miaojiang was not good for me, so I traveled thousands of miles to Shangtonghui to find a job."

After pouring out his grievances, Zhuge Qiong's tone changed, and he suddenly became energetic, with a faint light in his eyes.

"Sure enough, my choice was right!"

"I have just joined the Shangtong Association, and now I have a place to put my skills to good use. Moreover, here I have free food and accommodation, five insurances and one housing fund, and a monthly salary of 20 taels. This is a life I never dared to imagine before!"

My goodness, everyone else is giving up working to choose to start their own business, but you give up starting your own business to choose to work?
Sounds a little exciting?
what is this?
You were born with the sacred body of an ox or horse. You would feel unhappy if you weren't an ox or horse, right?
However, considering that Xuan Zhixuan's treatment was indeed generous, Lu Ping felt that it was not surprising that Zhuge Qiong would have such an idea.

Then Lu Ping looked at another person: "Where is this guy from and what's his name?"

Compared with himself and Zhuge Qiong, this last brother seemed to have walked out of a different layer. Not only was he old and ugly, but he also didn't have any of the "spiritual energy" that a warlock should have.

"I am... I am Ling Wuhuan, a native of Miaojiang, from the Ling branch of the Demon Sect family."

Ling Wuhuan spoke stutteringly, but when he mentioned the 'Demon Sect Family', there was still a hint of pride in his tone.

Zhuge Qiong said, "A demonic family? Isn't it just the Yan Tuolong lineage in the Southern Wulin? When did a Ling branch appear in Miaojiang?"

"Yes, brother, yes!"

Before Ling Wuhuan could explain, Lu Ping spoke first: "As far as I know, the leader of the Ling branch of the Demon Sect is Bu Xiaoting, 'Xuri Lingyue'. Who is he to you?"

Ling Wuhuan didn't expect that Lu Ping actually knew about the Ling branch and even knew Bu Xiaoting's name, and was immediately surprised: "Yes... yes... it's my master." Regarding the Ling branch of the demonic family, Lu Ping only remembered Bu Xiaoting and Bu Tianzong's family, and did not have much impression of other people. Since Ling Wuhuan claimed to be Bu Xiaoting's disciple, he must be a demon.

Lu Ping squinted his eyes and stared at the other person for a long time, and finally remembered this person.

He was the one who was wanted for stealing the Nine Dragons Book in the original drama and was beaten to death by Bu Xiaoting while fleeing.

Judging from his age, he should be Bu Xiaoting's eldest disciple.

Considering that the 'Nine Dragons Heavenly Book' in 'Golden Light' was set up by Jingri Guming, and Bu Xiaoting was his man from beginning to end, the death of Ling Wuhuan in the play might also be part of their plan.

"So you are Bu Xiaoting's apprentice... Has he graduated yet?"

"This... can barely be considered a master."

Lu Ping fell silent.

Bro, are you serious?

Judging from his appearance, Ling Wuhuan is at least twice as old as Zhuge Qiong, but the spiritual power he possesses is less than half of Zhuge Qiong's. The statement of "departing for a master" is not convincing at all!

"Ahem...Brother, don't just ask us two, introduce yourself as well!"

"I am Ping Lu Ren, the 'Bag Master', a native of the Suzaku Dynasty."

Zhuge Qiong hummed twice, and his eyes fell on the cloth bag on Lu Ping's shoulder and examined it carefully: "It's really novel for a warlock to carry a cloth bag. I wonder what's in it?"

"Of course it's the guy who eats."

In fact, there was nothing inside. Lu Ping just used his internal force to deliberately inflate it.

Ling Wuhuan was puzzled: "Why do you carry bowls and chopsticks with you?"

"...??"

The room suddenly became quiet and the three of them looked at each other.

Two seconds later...

"If this is a challenge to hold back laughter, then I lose, sorry."

“Hahaha… Bro, are you sure you’ve already graduated and not been kicked out?”

The room was suddenly filled with happy air.

After standing there in a daze for several seconds, Ling Wuhuan finally figured out that the 'eating stuff' did not refer to the bowl and chopsticks, but: "You carry a rice cooker with you?"

"…The same joke isn't funny if you tell it twice, bro."

Lu Ping finally understood why this person was used as a discarded pawn in the game of the Nine Dragons Book in the original drama.

With such a worrying IQ, he must be very unpopular with his master and not respected by his fellow disciples, right?

While the three were talking, Xuan Zhixuan arrived with Nun Miejue and Song Yuanqiao, and the swords in their hands.

The two sides introduced themselves to each other and Zhiou. The two took out the swords they brought and handed them to Lu Ping and the other two for identification: "These are the swords brought by Wudang and Emei. Can they be used for the next operation? Please examine them carefully, three heroes."

Several people took the two swords and felt them carefully.

After receiving the swords, Lu Ping immediately discovered that the two swords were one cold and one hot, each with its own characteristics, but both contained quite good spiritual energy, even comparable to some weapons he had pulled from the system, and he could not help but be very surprised.

"It fits perfectly...these are the ones!"

After getting a positive answer, Xuan Zhixuan and the other two felt relieved.

At this time, Lu Ping took the opportunity to ask: "It takes three swords to open the Fuxi Abyss. I wonder where the last sword is?"

(End of this chapter)