"Master, it's Xueer."

Hearing the scolding voice of disrespect for the old man, Sha xue'er helplessly said, "you are sleeping because of the noise, master?"

"It's Cher. I thought it was some dumb bastard."

At the other end of the phone, Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile: "Call Master in the middle of the night. Is something wrong?"

"I found my senior brother in Zhonghang city."

Looking at the warehouse which was still smoking black smoke, shaxue'er took out a seal script and shot it: "his hands have been stained with the blood of seventeen girls, and this is what I have investigated. If not, I don't know."

The other end of the phone was silent for half a minute, but shaxueer did not speak, but waited patiently. Just after the fire in the warehouse had died out, a gloomy voice came: "didn't you kill him?"

"No, I remember your advice very clearly, master."

The corner of his mouth turned away, and Sha Xue Er sneered: "if we ruin the reputation of Maoshan sect, the elder martial brother should go back to receive the punishment from the sect."

"He will come back at the beginning of the Spring Festival after the lunar new year. However, the luotian Festival is very attractive."

Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile: "we will talk about the affairs of the rebellious disciples until the grand festival of Luo Tian. Is there anything else new besides this?"

"Master, I know an outsider who can summon ghost generals. To be exact, it's not an outsider, but the skill is poor."

According to the strength estimation of shawu'er, he said, "if you think of all kinds of strength, you can divide them according to your strength."

"Oh? Can you summon a ghost general? "

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was full of surprise: "how old is the other party?"

"I'm about the same age. I'm not sure I'm younger." Shacher road.

"Such a young man has reached the strength of dark strength. He is a rare martial arts talent."

Tut tut sound unceasing, Zhang Zhiwei's voice is full of interest: "but also can summon the ghost general, extremely, extremely."

"Master, you don't have to be so excited. There's something more exciting that you haven't told you." Sha xue'er jokingly said: "he still has the power of merit and virtue. Well, it's the mind Dharma of Buddhism."

With a click, the mobile phone fell off.

Three seconds later, Zhang Zhiwei's voice rang out: "this news is too strong. If those bald donkeys know about it, they will be furious."

"Master, he wants to know how to cultivate the power of merit and virtue. Then I recommend him to attend the luotian Festival next year."

The corner of his mouth bent, shaxue'er said with a smile: "it will certainly be wonderful. What will happen to those who are called genius when they meet him."

"I'm more and more looking forward to being a teacher. I'm looking forward to the boy you mentioned."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was full of excitement: "when will you come back, disciple, we will start the luotian Festival after the new year. We Maoshan sect has nothing to prepare for."

"It's only early November, and there are still more than three months to go. Don't you worry?"

Hearing such a topic, Sha Xueer quickly took away her mobile phone, and then called out to the air: "master, what do you say I can't hear It's too windy here. I'll hang up first... "

Finish saying hang up in a hurry, oh, to be precise, it is to shut down by the way. Take a look around, then pick up the women on the ground and leave in the direction of the city. It's hard to get down the mountain. It's impossible for her to go back. I have to have a good wave.

At this time, standing on the top of Maoshan mountain thousands of miles away, Zhang Zhiwei felt helpless when he heard the beep from his mobile phone. However, he was more excited by the news from Sha Xueer.

The warlocks who have the power of merit and virtue have deep roots with their Maoshan sect