Zhou Xuan bowed slightly and said calmly.

"In the God-Slaying Master Duan Yu, everyone is polite."

Some of the people around me returned the favor, while others ignored them.

The Western Shou said one person.

"Divine Purposer, if you show off your power in the Central Plains, you will be able to do it. But when you come to the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, you will not take us seriously? You are known as the "Divine Purposer". I will ask you, do you know what we are doing here?"

Zhou Xuan looked over and saw an old man with a big head sitting cross-legged on the rock in Xishou. His big head was bare and half of his hair was gone. His face was bloody from a distance. From a distance, he looked like a big blood cell.

He smiled slightly and said.

"This is simple, but why do I have to spend some time calculating such a small matter?"

The man laughed and said.

"I test you, just to see if the rumored magicians in the world have real talents and knowledge, or have a false reputation."

"I just asked you: What are we doing here? As long as you can calculate it, I can't control what others do, but I will no longer make things difficult for you. You can go wherever you like!"

Zhou Xuan chuckled.

"Since that's the case, please take action!"

If you are embarrassed, you are still afraid of him?

The man laughed and laughed loudly again, saying.

"I'm competing with you, not asking you to measure me. If you can't answer, then I'll put it away as soon as possible!"

Zhou Xuan ignored this person, but was looking for the traces of Boss Wu and Tonglao Tianshan.

Before confirming the safety of the Tianshan Tonglao, it was difficult to break up with these people, so as not to hurt this master by chance.

The big-headed old man sneered.

"My thirty-six caves, and my friends from the seventy-two islands are scattered around the world, ignoring the idle affairs of the Central Plains. There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys call themselves the king. Like you, a boy who is still not dry, he actually said something like 'Bei Qiaofeng, Nan Murong, God's Purposer', haha! It's funny, it's shameless and shameless!"

"I tell you, it's not difficult to get out today. You kowtow ten times to every lord of the thirty-six caves and every lord of the seventy-two islands, and a total of 1,080 times. We'll let you five kids walk."

Zhong Ling had been holding her breath for a long time and could no longer bear it and said loudly.

"You want my brother to calculate for you, and ask him to kowtow to you. My brother can't learn your behavior. Hehe, it's funny, it's shameless!"

Her voice was sluggish, and she learned the tone of the big-headed old man very well.

The big-headed old man coughed, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and shot towards Zhong Ling's face.

Zhong Ling slanted away, and the thick phlegm flew past her, suddenly turned around in the air, and then rushed towards the middle of her forehead.

Zhou Xuan raised his hand and knocked the thick phlegm away and shot the big-headed old man.

Only a sound of support was heard, hitting the middle of the chest of the big-headed old man. Moreover, the strong phlegm was really powerful, and the big-headed old man shook his body a few times.

The rest of the people were shocked when they saw this scene.

"What kind of kung fu has this child just used? He can actually fight back and return it to others. Could it be that the Murong family used his way to give him the same body."

The big-headed old man was immediately furious and glared at him.

"God's Scripture, I don't care about you in my way, but I will give you my body. Just tell me the origin of my mouthful of phlegm, and I will accept you."

At this time, before Zhou Xuan could speak, he could hear Wang Yuyan's clear and soft voice beside him.
Chapter completed!