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"Lordmaster, since you've taken these out, I can't hide it from you anymore." Guo Xie smiled and said, "Actually, the reason I came here with Weiwei to find you is because of your treasures."

The moment Guo Xie finished speaking, Murong Weiwei, who was beside him, opened her eyes wide. "Impossible, bad brother can't use me, so why is bad brother doing this?"

When Guo Xie saw Murong Weiwei looking at him in disbelief, he reached out and grabbed Murong Weiwei's hand again.

"Teacher, don't be agitated. If you have anything to say, say it slowly." Murong Weiwei supported Master Yu Feng as she spoke.

"Little friend, can you tell me the origin of this painting?" Master Feng sat down on a stool and spoke softly.

"Cough cough, this painting was given to me by my master." Guo Xie smiled and said, "Master said that in the Tang Dynasty, our ancestor made a bet with Chen Qingyuan, but Master lost. Chen Qingyuan gave him a painting, and the ancestor gave Chen Qingyuan a model of the sword he made for his grandson, along with an incomplete seal."

"Little friend, you mean that the thing in my box belongs to your ancestor?" Master Imperial Cover roughly understood what was going on.

"From generation to generation, we have inherited the teachings and teachings of our ancestors. In my generation, when Master rode the crane, he left behind a last wish, hoping to exchange for the ancestor's belongings." "Good, good, good, good, good," Guo said softly. "Originally, I wanted to visit the old man myself, but I coincidentally met Weiwei, so I secretly followed her to the master's place."

"Haha, so you are the descendant of an old friend. No wonder you wrote such a good character and even played such a good chess." Master Feng said with a smile.

"Lordmaster, do you accept this painting?" The meaning behind his words was very clear. Isn't it about time to give me the Sky Flipping Seal and the Divine Flying Sword?

"Since it's not something passed down by our ancestors, and it's a bet from back then, I'll return it to you." With that, Master Yu Feng put away the calligraphy and paintings that Guo Xie handed over to him, while he carefully put away the two sandalwood boxes into his backpack.

Guo Xie looked at the Seven Stars Compass. With his current Immortal energy, according to the speed of cultivation on Earth, he probably wouldn't even need to use it for a hundred years.

"Weiwei, don't blame me for not telling you my purpose in coming here." The two of them stayed at Master Yu Feng's house until around 4 PM. Since they still had to go to school the next day, the two of them refused Master Wu and Mother Wu's invitation to stay, and didn't eat dinner at Master Yu Feng's house.

"Okay, Miss Weiwei, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. Don't be angry, if anything happens, we will discuss it with you as soon as possible. Today's matter was also instructed by Master, so we can't tell anyone, our sect is a little special." Guo Xie said softly.

"What's so special about it?" Murong Weiwei was stunned for a moment before she asked with a smile.

"Superpower, just like your roommate, we are a very special group in this world." Guo Xie said softly.

"Then you will be participating in the Martial Arts Tournament next year?" Murong Weiwei asked in a low voice. "Bad brother, what special abilities do you have? Can you tell me?"

"We are different from the Nangong family, they are a sect that came into being and are under the control of the country's special ability team. We are different, we have strong self-control, we do not take anyone into account, but we do not use our special ability to bully people." "Good, good, good, good, good," Guo said softly. "Think about it, I was so heavily injured, if it was just modern medicine, I would have already reported it to the King of Hell."

"Then the identity of your Martial City's Fourth Brother is also fake." Murong Weiwei asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, in your eyes, the number four of the four evils in the Martial City is just there to mess with people's eyes and ears. Our sect has many enemies, and the reason why Master told me to do this was because he was afraid of the enemy chasing me." Guo Que replied nonchalantly.

"Then what about your feelings for Xiao Xi, Wandering, and me? Are they all here to attract eyes and ears?" Murong Weiwei asked in a low voice.

Think about it, ancient sects like us normally don't get shackled by the secular world. I don't approve of monogamy, or else we wouldn't like so many of you at the same time. I like you guys, and if you like me, then we can be together. This little girl in front of him had too much of a connection with him.

"Bullsh * t, just because you're extravagant doesn't mean you're useless. There are many reasons as well." Murong Weiwei said with a smile. Let's go and eat something. I promised Ling Mo that I would bring her something delicious. "

"It's finally settled. This is just not good in the human realm, why does the Heavenly Court need to explain it to women like that?" Guo Que thought to himself.

"Weiwei, no matter what happens, don't leave my side." The two of them had a decent dinner together. Murong Weiwei brought some food for Ling Mo in the store, and just as she was about to go back, Guo Tai suddenly whispered into Murong Weiwei's ear.

Just as he walked out of the store, Guo Tai's left eye jumped as a sense of foreboding came over him.

"Motherf * cker, it's said that deities fought, and hundreds of people suffered. I never thought that all of this would be calculated against deities." Guo Que thought to himself.

"Ten million dollars to kill a middle school student. Haha, this organization has finally given them a fair price mission." In a room on the 18th floor of the Wucheng Trade Building, a sniper rifle was facing the exit of the mall through the window.

"Bullets, bullets, the target appeared. Mr Kong told us not to hurt that girl, or we would be in trouble. We received the answer, we received the reply." A middle-aged man's voice was heard by the young man holding the sniper rifle on the 18th floor.

"F * ck, you can get 3 million just by staring at a person. Laozi will pay 10 million for killing a talent, and you still need a voice changing device?" The bullet spoke without hiding anything, but the cross-shaped aim of the gun was already aimed at the seemingly indiscernible Guo Xie.

"Distance: 338 meters. Wind speed: 22. Eastwind: 7.2. Proofing." The voice of a middle-aged man came through the earpiece again.

"Shut up, I don't need these." "The bullet said loudly into the headset." "Goodbye then, little fellow. The seventy-third person." With that, the bullet pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!" A bullet flew towards Guo Huai's head, but the bullet never thought that the moment he pulled the trigger, the target he aimed at disappeared from his sight.

"Oh, shit!"

"Bullets, mission failed, evacuation, evacuation!"