One person: I will give you one of the Shining Fruits.

At this time, Beijing.

After it was revealed at the Luotian Dajiao that he was the successor of Fenghou Qimen, Wang was expelled from Wudang Mountain and chose to return to his home in the capital.

Because of Fenghou Qimen, he was targeted by the aliens in the alien world. After listening to the advice of Zhuge Qing and his party, he entrusted Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, employees of the North China Company, to deal with the threat from the aliens for him. Although the process was a bit tortuous, the result was still good.

The night breeze was chilly. After seeing off Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, Wang Ye stood under the night light and recalled what had happened recently. At this moment, he felt that the little bit of pride in his heart was gone.

He has always thought that he is a person with a humble attitude towards others, intelligent, meticulous and calm in the face of things. However, ever since the Luotian Dajiao incident, Wang also felt that he was not even a little bit short of it.

When it comes to conspiracy and tricks, he can't beat Zhang Chulan.

In terms of strength, he is not as good as Xiao Muyang.

Just like Xiao Muyang's inexhaustible Qi, it was something he never had.

So whether it was Zhang Chulan or Xiao Muyang, his meticulous mind, talent and intelligence that he was proud of, and his seemingly casual and carefree attitude seemed a little unsightly. Compared with them, Wang Ye felt that he was just of a better background.

Wang Ye shook his head and decided not to think too much about it. He decided to find a place to fill his stomach first. Fortunately, the nightlife in Beijing was quite rich. After randomly finding a small stall and ordering some food, a burly figure walked towards him.

"This is for you, open it, Wang Ye."

This man was Jin Yong, one of the most talented people from Biyou Village. After receiving instructions from Ma Xianhong, he rushed to the capital without stopping.

"?."

Wang Ye was suddenly stunned. He looked at the man who suddenly appeared, opened the envelope, and was a little surprised when he saw the photos of injured aliens inside.

"who are you?"

"And what's the point of giving me these?"

Wang Ye looked confused.

"Answer the phone."

"You will understand."

At this time, Jin Yong took out a mobile phone from his pocket and handed it over.

"Hey?"

"Who are you? What's going on?"

Wang Ye took the phone and asked the person on the other end of the phone about his identity and purpose.

"Hello, Taoist Wang Ye, I am Ma Xianhong from Biyou Village. I have no ill intentions, I just want to invite you to come to Biyou Village."

Ma Xianhong's voice sounded on the phone.

"What do you mean? What Ma Xianhong? What Biyou Village?"

Wang Ye was a little confused at this time. He had never heard of Biyou Village or Ma Xianhong mentioned by the person on the other end of the phone.

"Master Wang Ye, don't worry. I know you don't know me now."

"And I know that you have inherited Fenghou Qimen, one of the Eight Wonders. Similarly, I am also the inheritor of the Eight Wonders."

"And what I inherited was the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements created by Ma Benzai, one of the thirty-six thieves back then, the "Three-foot Little Banshu"."

Wang Ye's brows furrowed as he listened to the new information about the Eight Great Techniques being revealed on the other end of the phone.

"So we can be companions, just like the thirty-six thieves back then."

Wang also felt that something was wrong with Ma Xianhong on the other end of the phone. What about the Thirty-Six Thieves? Was he also following their example and dying young?

So Wang said without thinking.

"What do you mean by that, and what do you want to do with these pictures?"

Listening to Wang Ye's question, Ma Xianhong replied.

"Master Wang Ye, don't worry. I'm just helping a fellow inheritor of the Eight Great Skills to vent his anger."

"Don't worry, these people are not in danger."

Wang Ye resisted the urge to hang up the phone and spoke patiently.

"Sorry, maybe I don't have time to come over to your place. I'm not interested in any companions at all."

Ma Xianhong spoke calmly after hearing Wang Ye’s rejection on the other end of the phone.

"But if you can come, Brother Xiao should be very happy."

Wang Ye was shocked.

"Brother Xiao? Which brother Xiao?"

Ma Xianhong replied indifferently.

"Brother Xiao Muyang."

"What did you do to Brother Xiao?"

Wang Ye suddenly felt that something was not right and said.

"What did my brother Xiao do to you? Did he tie you up?"

"You will know this only after you come here. I'll be waiting for you in Biyou Village, Taoist Wang Ye."

After Ma Xianhong finished speaking speechlessly, he hung up the phone directly, leaving Wang Ye who was still holding the phone with a thoughtful look on his face.

"This is the address. The leader is waiting for you in the village."

Jin Yong took the phone back from Wang Ye, put down the note with the address on it, said something, then stood up and left.

Wang Ye looked at Jin Yong's back as he left, stared at the note with the address of Biyou Village on the table, and thought for a while.

Although he didn't think anything would happen to Brother Xiao, he had just played a little prank to test Ma Xianhong's temper.

After all, with Brother Xiao's strength, even if the entire so-called Biyou Village came together, they shouldn't be able to cause any big waves.

But he felt that since Brother Xiao stayed in Biyou Village, there must be something in Biyou Village that could interest Brother Xiao.

So just to confirm, let's go there.

...............

At the same time, in another place.

Zhuge Qing has already accepted Ma Xianhong's invitation and is now on a plane heading to Biyou Village.

But Zhuge Qing was different from Wang Ye. The reason he decided to go to Biyou Village was simply because Ma Xianhong's humanoid puppet "Ruhua" attracted his curiosity.

...............

At the same time, in Biyou Village.

Xiao Muyang walked towards Ma Xianhong's refining room in the night.

Looking at Ma Xianhong who was sitting in a chair in front of him, drinking tea and staring at his mobile phone, Xiao Muyang asked.

"You're not fiddling with your self-cultivation furnace? Do you have any tea? I'm thirsty."

Hearing the voice, Ma Xianhong looked up at the door, looked at Xiao Muyang and smiled, "Brother Xiao, it's so late and you're still not resting. If you want to drink, there's naturally some."

As he spoke, Ma Xianhong pointed towards the chair in front of him, motioning Xiao Muyang to sit down.

Xiao Muyang was not polite either. He strode to the chair and sat down. Then he looked at Ma Xianhong and said, "Today I saw Fu Rong holding a few small beads and easily put the things I bought in. It was really convenient."

Ma Xianhong looked at Xiao Muyang with a smile.

"That's a Devouring Sac, a sophisticated magical device that can hold objects much larger than itself, even living things, but it cannot hold conscious creatures. How about this, Brother Xiao, do you want it?"

Xiao Muyang's eyes lit up instantly. Wasn't this the purpose of his coming here late at night?

"That's for sure, Brother Ma!"

"How many do you want?" Ma Xianhong agreed without even thinking about it. He was not afraid that Xiao Muyang would want things, but he was afraid that he would not want anything.

Seeing Ma Xianhong being so straightforward, Xiao Muyang felt a little embarrassed. He blushed and stammered, "Then... 10..."

Hearing this, Ma Xianhong was stunned. He stared at Xiao Muyang.

“Isn’t it a bit too much…” Xiao Muyang’s face turned redder and his voice became smaller and smaller as he looked at Ma Xianhong’s eyes.

"No, I just didn't expect you to want so much. I'll ask Fu Rong to give it to you tomorrow."

Ma Xianhong really didn't expect Xiao Muyang to ask for 10, but it was not a big deal, it just took a little more time.