The tiger dragon took the booklet and carefully looked through it with its claws.

"Yue is the army of the king's power. No one dares to face it. If the domineering ones hold it, its momentum can break through thousands of Taoist laws."

The content of the first page of "Huang Yue Shi Dao" made the tiger dragon a little surprised. This description is not something that ordinary mortal techniques can be used in this world of immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons.

He flipped through a few pages in a row, and the book list was filled with some tips for using pictures, including chopping, chopping, thorning, hugging, wiping, hooking, clouds, and tweeting. There were also text notes below.

When I turned back, it was gone and it ended abruptly at the critical point.

The tiger dragon understood that the first part was probably the free part, and the later part could not be free. We must respect the fruits of other people's labor.

"How much spiritual value is, fellow Taoist will quote a price."

"Fellow Taoist must have understood that this technique is not a simple mortal fighting technique, but a technique containing the Taoist meaning of immortals."

When Wu Zong said this, he was actually full of uncertainty. After all, there are not many demons who can understand the true meaning of humans.

"Therefore, its value is far greater than that of ordinary martial arts. I do not collect spiritual values. As long as the fellow Taoist is willing to help me do something in the world, then the complete version of "Huang Yue Shi Dao" belongs to fellow Taoist."

The human world that Wu Zong refers to is naturally a human race. Hu Jiao quickly shook his head and said, "The human world is extremely dangerous to us. I have no intention of going to the human world. Fellow Taoist should change his request."

"Isn't it too late to decide what I want to do after I finish talking about it?" Wu Zong said with a smile.

"No matter what you do, going to the human territory is all about life and death for us. I have planned to go to seclusion and practice hard recently, and I don't want to get into trouble anymore."

The tiger dragon still shook its head.

"With the strength of fellow Taoists, this matter will never be worrying about life." Wu Zong frowned.

"I have decided. If fellow Taoist only uses this matter in exchange, it may disappoint fellow Taoist, and I have to find another place." Hu Jiao said firmly.

Wu Zong looked up and saw that the tiger dragon was firm in his eyes. It was a will to not be shaken by foreign objects after making a decision.

He suddenly realized that no matter what he said, there was no way to change the decision of the tiger dragon. He said again: "My "Huang Yue Shi Dao" is not simple. If you buy it with spiritual value, you will have to spend a lot of money to be worthy of my technique."

"Justice Daoist quotes. If you can buy it, you will never be able to buy it." Hu Jiao said straightforwardly.

"One thousand spiritual value, one thousand spiritual value is required to purchase the entire book." Wu Zong stretched out his finger and compared it.

"Okay, it's worth this price." Hu Jiao took out the spiritual value card with a look of pleasure. A suitable and powerful technique is indeed worth this price for him.

Wu Zong was slightly silent.

He thought the tiger dragon would retreat, and few would spend such a large price to buy a technique that was unknown, even if this technique was not inferior to some magical techniques.

But in the ghost market, ordinary magic is rarely as high as one thousand spiritual values.

After all, it is a huge deal, no matter how powerful the magic weapon, it can only be traded once.

However, Wu Zong did not refuse, but took out his spiritual value card, collected a thousand spiritual value, and handed a yellow-skin booklet that was much thicker to the tiger dragon.

When Hu Jiao got the booklet, he didn't rush to leave, but checked it carefully. Occasionally, he would ask a few questions when he encountered some unknown places.

This behavior made Wu Zong feel a little convulsive, but he patiently answered it because he earned a thousand spiritual value of the tiger dragon.

After passing the "Huang Yue Shi Dao" from beginning to end, it felt like a long time had passed before the tiger dragon left satisfied.

But at this time, a bad news came from the ghost soldiers under his command.

"You said, Wushan Ghost King is still in seclusion and recuperating from his wounds?" He asked, staring at the ghost soldier in front of him.

"Yes, this was replied by Miao Jianjun himself."

The ghost soldier replied.

Hu Jiao's face became ugly. He unconsciously recalled Shi Pu Dao's words in his mind: "...I heard that there is a new piano master in Yuanyang Pavilion. The sound of the piano can calm down and concentrate. The day before yesterday, even the Wushan Ghost King, who recovered a lot of injuries, went to watch..."

If the ghost king of Wushan is still in seclusion and recuperating, who is going to visit Yuanyang Tower?

"Take me to meet Miao Renfeng first." Hu Jiao thought for a while and decided to meet Miao Renfeng in person before talking about it.

It turned out that because he had obtained more than 10,000 spiritual values, he didn't take the three thousand spiritual values ​​seriously. He thought that he was the Ghost King after all, so he wouldn't be greedy for the truth. He didn't expect that he still took it for granted after all.

The ghost soldier brought the tiger dragon to Miao Renfeng's mansion, causing the tiger dragon to happen again.

"Miao Junjun received the order from the Ghost King and had already gone out to work. Please come back by Panshan Lord." The person who spoke was a gloomy soul with a thin face, two small beards and a gloomy face.

"Do you know when he will come back?" Hu Jiao asked.

"I don't know this, maybe ten days and half a month, or maybe a year and a half." The bearded ghost said in a weird tone and his eyes were full of tragedy.

Hu Jiao glanced at him deeply, turned around and said to the ghost soldier, "Let's go."

After saying that, he left strode.

"Swish, a mere monster, even if it has some strength, how strong can it be, it really takes itself seriously. Not to mention the Ghost King, you can't offend even if it's the military supervisor."

After the tiger dragon left, the bearded ghost sneered.

He has seen many cases of being stronger than himself, but because of the forces represented by the door behind him, he dared not speak out in front of him.

Whenever this happens, he will feel a sense of pleasure, and that feeling, as if he has gained great power.

"Honor Panshan left?" A voice came from the side.

The bearded ghost soon came back to his senses and responded respectfully: "It has left."

"What did you say?" Miao Renfeng, who walked from beside him, asked again.

"After I finished your words, I left without saying a word." The bearded ghost quickly adjusted his mentality and became respectful.

"Okay, you go down."

Miao Renfeng waved his hand impatiently.

His mood was far less beautiful than the bearded ghost, but he was very irritated.

Panshan Jun lost his reward, and he not only lost two thousand spiritual values, but also ruined Panshan Jun for nothing.

Thinking that the promise he had made promises that he had promised and even made a guarantee of his reputation became a waste of paper, he felt a thrilling pain in his heart.

It would be fine if he swallowed it himself, but not only did he not get any benefits, he also paid two thousand spiritual values.

It can be said that all human favors, interests and reputations have been lost, and the culprit of all this is his own king, who has nowhere to be said, and he is very depressed.

He no longer knows how to face Panshanjun, so he simply doesn't see him.

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