I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Yang Zhao was listening to those people's bickering with great interest, while extracting some useful information.

The owner of Junzhou Lake is called Lao Fuxian, and he is called old by big figures in the cultivation world. That age is definitely beyond Yang Zhao's imagination.

This old Fuxian doesn't know whether he is a human, a beast, a demon or a fairy, but his strength is for sure.

Let's look at their actions, even if so many people gather together, Lao Fuxian has no intention of being afraid, on the contrary, those people are somewhat afraid of Lao Fuxian.

Seeing those people quiet down, the ethereal voice continued to sound softly.

"You are welcome to fight however you want, but if you want to fight, the scope of the fight must be within the range of Junzhou Lake, otherwise I will not recognize it."

This time, the charming female voice who spoke originally sounded again: "Use this lake as a threat every time, so that you old floating fairy will have a mouth full of oil, and you won't be afraid of hurting your stomach."

"I never force others, please do your own thing." Old Fuxian still said in that unhurried tone.

This is said with confidence and confidence.

Shuilukong and Kongsanlu were silent for a moment, and they didn't know who made the first move. All those who wanted to compete for the position in the lake all rose into the sky in unison, and stopped until they all turned into a small black spot.

Liu Sheng raised his head and said nonchalantly: "It's impossible to protect us, maybe it's to catch the blood dripping from the sky?"

"Old Fuxian, it's over."

Yang Zhao beckoned, and the bracelet on her wrist turned into a long spear. She poked the tip of the dragon spear into the ground, and pulled Liu Sheng over.

Yang Zhao quickly flew up to a higher altitude, and turned to look at Lijing.

But she didn't dare to let her fly up to watch the excitement. What if some big boss doesn't like her, what should I do if I give her a shot?
In fact, it wasn't just her, the group of people nearby all raised their heads and stared at the sky through the green light eagerly, but none of them dared to fly up to watch the excitement.

Yang Zhao also thought so in his heart, the old Fuxian in Junzhou Lake vacated his home to raise children for others, just for that little flesh and blood, he definitely didn't want others to take advantage of it.

And more than half of the Xiaodou people beside Yang Zhao disappeared on the spot, and the rest lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The green light was also very obedient, it stopped flowing in an instant and stayed in place.

So far, the Xiaodou people who came to Junzhou Lake with Yang Zhao to collect information were wiped out.

Originally, she wanted to record the sky, but now through the green light, the black spots on it are a little unclear.

Yang Zhao straightened his waist and said back and forth: "There is silver in it, if I lose it, I will pay the original price to others."

"It's not your problem, can you think of a way to fix me?"

As soon as the words fell, the next gust of air flow had already been photographed, and the strong impact caused the few remaining little bean people to "pop" back to beans.

The air waves in the sky passed by one after another, and the people on the ground were devastated.

All of a sudden, none of the Xiaodou people were lying on the ground, and the only few were also lying on the ground and struggling.

Yang Zhao shook his head, picked up all the purses scattered on the ground, counted the number of purses, and found that the numbers were not right.

In comparison, the green light from other directions did not encounter any obstacles, and Yang Zhao could not see how far he had extended as far as he could see.

First stuffing these purses into the Qiankun bag in her bosom, she stooped down and began to grope around.

I want to hear that afterward, the entire Junzhou Lake glowed with a faint green light. The light rose from the lake, passed over the heads of Yang Zhao and the others, and quickly spread around.

She knelt down and asked about the situation of those little bean people.

Gradually, people on the ground could see some bright spots in the sky through the green light. After a while, a huge roar swept across the ground, and a huge air wave pressed down from the sky, catching everyone below by surprise.

Liu Sheng was swayed left and right by the air wave, and seeing her not straightening up for a long time, he followed him strangely and asked, "Are you still looking for purses? Are those purses important?"

Liu Sheng next to him looked a little strange when he saw it: "Senior Yang, the battle above will not stop for a while, and these people won't trouble you in the future, will they?"

She walked over to chat with Liu Sheng: "What do you think this green light is for?"

Those little bean people were just about to struggle to get up, when a huge air wave suddenly hit them from above, pushing them back, and even Yang Zhao was hit on the head suddenly and almost fell to the ground.

"Just hold this gun."

These purses contain not only silver, but also miniature cameras, and she will always find these things back.

I saw that the sweeping green light was about ten miles away from the city wall of BJ, when I heard a brilliant voice coming from Lijing.

Some people with low cultivation level fell to the ground directly, while those with higher cultivation level were disheveled and disheveled.

"We are all fine, but this body is too weak."

Liu Sheng held the gun with a dazed expression, and looked at her and lowered his back again.

Yang Zhao searched the ground disheveledly for a long time, but in the end he still missed two purses and couldn't find it.

She couldn't help having a toothache, but she could only accept this fact.

Now she can only hope that the cameras in those purses are crushed, or that the person who finds the purses only cares about the money inside.

As soon as Yang Zhao looked up, he saw Liu Sheng wrapped around the dragon gun like a vine.