"The devil is twisted."
Jiang Zhao curled his lips, raised his hand, and sent a bolt of lightning spiritual power towards the black fog.
In an instant, the black fog that had been making threats all the way was wiped out by the spiritual power of thunder.
After killing the skinny Taoist priest, Jiang Zhao clapped his hands. It was too dirty to even beat up a guy like that.
Also, who is Xingjin Sanren?
Did I ruin Xingjin Sanren's good deeds?
Next time you meet him, just kill him so that he won’t miss you.
"Thank you for your help, Master."
Muli, a member of the Yimu tribe, prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Jiang Zhao.
"No need for such a grand ceremony, it's just a matter of convenience."
Jiang Zhao waved her hand. She didn't care much about the fact that Muli, a member of the Yimu tribe, said he wanted to be loyal to her.
"Take these healing pills and give them to your people."
Jiang Zhao threw the healing pills he had taken from Han Chen to Mu Li, and then found an open space to sit down.
"bite!"
“Coping mode complete;”
"Currently, the mission has been completed nine times, and one more response mode needs to be completed."
"It was detected that the host successfully rescued the Yimu people. The special mission was completed."
"Receive the following rewards: one Biling Fruit, suitable for use during the Foundation Establishment Stage; one Fusang sapling."
Jiang Zhao frowned slightly. The saplings have been arranged. Does this mean he has to plant the trees himself?
Oh, I almost forgot, I want to become a big boss, so it’s normal to find a cave to meditate and plant a hibiscus tree!
There is no rush to find the cave. I haven’t gone to Cang Xuan Sect to get the gift yet, and I can’t let those old guys get away with it.
On the other side, Muli, supporting the elders, brought hundreds of tribesmen to Jiang Zhao.
"Thank you very much for saving my life, young man. I will never forget your kindness."
The clan elders, along with a group of One-Eyed clan members, saluted Jiang Zhao solemnly.
"If you need forging, just tell me directly."
Jiang Zhao waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "We'll talk about forging later. I'm just curious, are there only a hundred or so elderly, weak, women, and children left in your Yimu tribe?"
The elder sighed and slowly explained the reason.
"We are a branch of the Yimu tribe. We had a disagreement with the main branch and migrated here to live in seclusion. However, our whereabouts were exposed and we were killed by villains."
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