As the saying goes, things don’t matter, you can hold on high. This matter has nothing to do with me. Zhou Bo doesn’t think that this chaos in the world will harm me.

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It seemed to see Zhou Bo's thoughts, Xuanyi sneered: "I said panda, don't think you can get out of it. It's not that good. If chaos really happens and the war really enters an irreversible stage, you kid don't want to get out of it..."

"What does it have to do with me? This is the business of you people in the world. It is the business of you big sects. It has nothing to do with me, a panda. At worst, I will run to some forest to chew bamboo..." Zhou Bo shrugged, his face full of scoundrels. Why is Xuanyi saying so much to him? Zhou Bo is not a fool. If you think about it for a moment, you will understand. Xuanyi must also want to drag himself into the water? But it is not that easy, but he will not be fooled so easily.

What a joke, I am alone, free and easy, and I feel so tired that I can participate in this kind of thing. Even an idiot knows that there is definitely no benefit in participating in this kind of thing. Maybe it is hard to even lose my life.

Zhou Bo does not have the great idea of ​​helping others with work in vain, and even throwing his own life into it. There is no benefit. Zhou Bo will never do it, absolutely not. This guy is more selfish than he imagined.

Of course, perhaps this is not selfish, and at most it can only be considered selfless enough.

It’s just a pity that Xuanyi didn’t take this trick. Looking at Zhou Bo, the smile on his face seemed particularly shameless: “Don’t participate? You are joking, others don’t know, I know very well. When the world’s Shuangfengyun appeared for the first time, you thought you were doing it very secretly, but in fact you didn’t notice it. I was just here at that time and happened to see a panda, sneaking and disgustingly changing into the Wudang Sect’s Taoist robe… Then, he ran out in a dignified way and snatched the Clay Bodhisattva from Frost Fengyun’s hands… During this period, why is the world so targeting the Wudang Sect? I know very well…”

"Stop it..." Before Xuanyi could finish speaking, Zhou Bo could already feel the cold sweat in his forehead.

How could this happen to him? He stole the clay Buddha at that time, and he was obviously so secretly. Unexpectedly, this stinky monk, the bald donkey, was right next to him? Mom, if this guy really spread this matter, he would have been incompatible with the Wudang Sect. If the world came to know it, his enemies would have become more.

Thinking about the scale of tens of millions of players in the World Club, Zhou Bo was shivering all over his body.

Damn, this time I was cheated by this damn monk. This monk was even more vulgar than he thought. He was watching from behind and didn't say anything. He kept it in his mouth until now. He said nothing. Could it be that this guy had dug the pit and was waiting for him to jump in?

"Ahem. That world, the world, I, Zhou Bo, are all people in the world, no matter what, I, Zhou Bo, can't sit idly by the world..." Zhou Bo's voice suddenly changed, from the previous kind of people who swept the snow in front of the door, and immediately turned into a great character who was willing to sacrifice everything for the world's major affairs: "But, I am a little bit light and have low strength. Even if I participate, I am afraid it's useless..."

Although he was cheated by the bald man Xuanyi and had to participate, this does not mean that Zhou Bo was willing to do so.

Hearing this, Xuan Yi just smiled: "Brother Zhou is really too polite. I still know your strength very well. Even if you can't compare with me, it's probably not much worse. Although you don't have the Heavenly Sword in your hand, that sharp claw is like the Fire Lin Sword. Its power is probably not much watery than the Heavenly Sword. Its power is probably not much better than that of the Heavenly Sword. Its magical weapon is also super strong. It also has the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Beiming Divine Art, Lingbo Weibu, Jiuyin True Sutra, Huanxi Zen Sutra, Dog Beat Stick Method, and the Longevity Art. If your strength is still poor, there will probably be few masters in the entire soul world..."

After scolding the person next door, this bald donkey must have looked him secretly. Damn, this guy knows him so well, and even knows what skills he has practiced. When he speaks this bunch of names, even Zhou Bo feels shameless. He has mastered so many kung fu that others envied. No matter which one, it is powerful, and it is the kind that ordinary people will be excited for half a year to get one of them. However, all these kung fu fell on him.

"Actually, your affairs are very simple. But sometimes, our sects still need to pretend on the surface, and sometimes they are not easy to take action. So, I hope you can help solve some small problems in secret. Don't worry, it's definitely just a small problem. The very small one is definitely easy for you..." Xuan Yi said with a smile: "And, you won't let you do it in vain. We don't have any beauty here, but there are still many incense money in Shaolin Temple... By the way, if Brother Huoyun and Brother Song also want to do this kind of business, we are also welcomed, and everyone will refuse..."

Xuanyi's meaning is very obvious, that is, I hope Zhou Bo will do some black fire and take the blame on himself. This is Xuanyi's requirement. Of course, although he will be rewarded for uniforms, all the hatred will appear on Zhou Bo, and his whole person will become a concentrated object.

"Okay, if there is anything, then let us know. If there is time..." After this, Zhou Bo seems to have no room for rejection. Unless he wants to become the target of both good and evil, Zhou Bo can only join in honestly.
Chapter completed!