Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Chapter 220 The lucky man

Rong Zhuofan touched his beard and said, "Old Xiao, we have no room for rejection. You see, Su Yubai is obviously going to die on the stage, but Qian Fusu is reluctant to end the game..."

Xiao Qingfeng took a deep breath and said through the message: "What notary? We are obviously afraid. We don't give the Tianyuan Fruit an excuse. If we hand over the Tianyuan Fruit now, even if we win, it will be difficult to get it back!"

"It's hard to get off the tiger!" Rong Zhuofan shook his head helplessly, "Hurry up and think about the candidates, otherwise we will have no choice when they appoint them."

Xiao Qingfeng directly told the truth, "Hao Lingzhou is second in strength and wears the same pants as Di Lingzhou. The remaining states will not serve as notaries for us unless their heads are broken."

At this time, a cold and jade-like voice came into the ears of the two of them, "Go to Chu Qianji in Huolingzhou and take this token."

A golden token appeared out of thin air in Rong Zhuofan's hand.

Then, the two of them turned to look at Mo Jinghong, both of them showing shock.

Rong Zhuofan asked Mo Jinghong tentatively, "Can you hear our conversation?"

Mo Jinghong's phoenix eyes were introverted, and he said through the message: "The two sect masters should hurry up and find Master Qianji, otherwise it would be bad if Luo Wuji gets there first."

Rong Zhuofan and Xiao Qingfeng's eyes widened. If they remembered correctly, Mo Jinghong only had the cultivation of becoming a god, right?

Why can the transformed god hear the voice of the virtual god?

How many secrets does Mo Jinghong hide?

"Rong Zhuofan, what he said makes sense, we should go do things first!" Xiao Qingfeng woke up first and patted Rong Zhuofan.

The two of them no longer hesitated and headed straight to Huolingzhou.

But when they came to Huolingzhou, they were stunned again. Who is the Master of Thousand Machines?

Seeing the two of them, Chu Baizhou got up first and met Feng Qingran at the city gate. He had been thinking about the fourth senior brother Feng Qingran mentioned.

After investigation, he found out that Feng Qingran’s fourth senior brother was named Mu Qianjue, a contestant from Qingyun Prefecture.

Therefore, Chu Baizhou paid special attention to the situation in Qingyun Prefecture.

Chu Baizhou also heard all the requests made by Luo Wuji just now. He had been waiting for people from Qingyun State to come over.

Although he is not as famous as his father, he is still more than enough to be a notary.

In this way, he could take this opportunity to get to know Mu Qianjue and learn about the refining techniques of the colorful mysterious clothes.

When Xiao Qingfeng and Rong Zhuofan saw Chu Baizhou standing up, they stopped and looked at Chu Baizhou.

The young man was wearing a light blue brocade gown. He had a tall and straight figure, extremely handsome appearance, and an indescribably chic and unruly demeanor.

The young man's appearance was like a flawless jade, and he walked towards Xiao Qingfeng and Rong Zhuofan with gentle and graceful steps.

When the young man stood up, he attracted the attention of everyone in Huolingzhou, with surprise in their eyes.

Only the young man in white next to the boy remained calm, lowering his eyes and playing with the copper coins in his hand.

"What do you mean you two came to Huolingzhou?" Chu Baizhou was personable, humble and polite.

"This young master, I am Rong Zhuofan from Qingyun Prefecture's Beast Control Sect. This is Xiao Qingfeng, the leader of Fire Cloud Sect. We want to find Master Qianji." Rong Zhuofan deliberately lowered his voice.

He usually has a loud and rough voice, and every time he talks to someone, it feels like he is quarreling.

Now that he has someone to ask for, Rong Zhuofan naturally has to lower his attitude.

"Are you looking for my father?" Chu Baizhou raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at the man in white not far away.

Rong Zhuofan looked at Chu Qianji. At first glance, he subconsciously ignored Chu Qianji's handsome appearance and only saw his clear eyes.

They were a pair of eyes that were like the first snow in spring, with an imperceptible coldness in them, as if they could see through time and everything, without sadness or joy.

"You asked my father to be a notary public?" Chu Baizhou asked.

Rong Zhuofan nodded, "Yes, I heard that Master Qianji is fair and impartial, so we would like to trouble Master Qianji to come with us."

Xiao Qingfeng was speechless. They came to ask for help, and they seemed to be looking for trouble!

"Young Master, I wonder if your father is free?" Xiao Qingfeng decided to make up for it.

Chu Baizhou shook his head, "I don't know about this, but as far as I know, you may have to return without success."

Chu Baizhou still knew his father very well.

Apart from occasionally refining weapons for others, Chu Qianji basically stayed in seclusion all year round. Even the head of the Baili family couldn't invite Chu Qianji!

"Please, young master, take us there." Rong Zhuofan requested.

The beard on Rong Zhuofan's face covered his strange look.

At this moment, Rong Zhuofan fully understood the importance of state level.

In the Kyushu Continent, Qingyun Prefecture ranks sixth and Huoling Prefecture ranks fourth, so when they meet juniors with a little status, they have to be polite and don't dare to offend them at all.

The rules of Kyushu Continent require that low-level states must not neglect people from high-level states, and violators will be punished.

What the punishment will be, no one knows.

Because no one dares to challenge the rules set by the Baili family.

Rong Zhuofan suddenly felt that it was a joke that the strong were respected.

Most of the time, people with a good background will definitely become strong and superior to others.

As for monks with a humble background, even if they work hard to practice later and their resources cannot keep up, they will still lag far behind those with a good background.

He was able to rank among the powerful virtual gods only because he was lucky enough to meet the old sect master, bring him back to the sect, and train him carefully...

Rong Zhuofan actually doesn’t believe that ‘my destiny is up to me, not to God. 'This sentence.

In the world of immortality, most of the monks who can really carve out a bloody path are those who are blessed by luck.