"I'm washing the marrow." After Zhou Fan heard what Lao Xiu said, he still maintained a cautious attitude.

For the first time out of the boat, the opponents he cooperated with were all strangers. He would rather get less things than let others know all his cards.

And he was going to act like an ordinary pulp washing segment.

With his current real state, even if it is a high-level exchange blood, it can be crushed casually.

"It turns out that you're the pulp-washing section." The old Xiu took a deep breath. He heard that Zhou Fan killed the person who broke into his house last night, so he was guessing Zhou Fan's realm.

He originally estimated that Zhou Fan's realm is likely to be in the speed segment, and of course it may be a higher physical level.

But he guessed wrong, this young man is actually a shampoo.

The training of a martial artist becomes more and more difficult as it goes on. It is really rare to enter the pulp washing stage at such an age.

"You are a newcomer, they may test you." Old Xiu reminded after thinking for a while.

After all, this realm is not what realm you say you are, or what realm you are in. The corpse hunting team will not be so stupid.

The old Xiu's words mean that if you don't have this realm, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will be in trouble.

"I understand, you can rest assured." Zhou Fan smiled.

"That's good." After the old repairer drank the water in the cup, he hesitated for a while, "There are not many corpse teams here that you want to join, it is very difficult, I want fifty profound coins. "

Fifty profound coins!

A 1st-level Golden Seal would only have 30 Xuan coins a month, and 50 Xuan coins was not a small sum.

Zhou Fan bent his **** and knocked on the table a few times. He glanced at the old Xiu: "Yes, but the money will be given after it's done."

"No problem." Old Xiu agreed immediately.

After the matter was settled, Lao Xiu asked Zhou Fan to wait for his news in the afternoon, and the two separated at the Fulu shop.

Zhou Fan didn't want to be idle and wasting time. He took his brother for a walk outside the wilderness of Tang Street. Unfortunately, it was close to Tang Street, and the harvest was very strange.

After noon, he did not go out, but sat in the house to practice.

"Are you there? I'm Lao Xiu." Lao Xiu's voice came from outside the door.

Zhou Fan responded and walked to open the door.

Old Xiu stood outside the door, "We've already found a suitable corpse team, come with me."

Old Xiu walked ahead and led the way, but led Zhou Fan to the direction of the lotus pond.

After getting away from Pond Street, I stopped on a grass.

There were two people sitting lazily on the grass, and two people standing.

One of the two standing is a tall middle-aged man. His face is dark and his eyelids are drooping, as if he is about to fall asleep. Standing beside him is a middle-aged man with long braids and a black vest, his eyes Fierce.

As for a man and a woman sitting cross-legged on the ground, the woman looks to be nearly thirty years old, with a half-finger-length scar on her left eyebrow, and the man is a young man with a faint smile on his face. On his knees lay a broad-blade sword.

"Old Xiu, this is the Martial Artist you said?" The middle-aged man with a long braid and a black vest glanced at Zhou Fan and asked the old Xiu.

"Yes." Old Xiu replied.

The middle-aged man in the black vest looked even colder, with suspicion in his eyes. He looked at Zhou Fan and asked, "Can we learn from each other?"

"Yes." Zhou Fan knew that this was a test for him.

When Zhou Fan agreed, Lao Xiu quickly walked away from Zhou Fan's side.

With Zhou Fan's consent, the man in the black vest clenched his right fist, jumped, and punched Zhou Fan from midair.

This punch of white infuriating qi completely enveloped his fist.

The strong air pressure spread from top to bottom, and a circle of grass clippings was pressed and flung outward like ripples on the water surface.

Zhou Fan raised his fist and blasted from bottom to top, his fist was enveloped by the white infuriating energy.

The two fists collided and made a bang, and the man in the black vest flew back like a throwing money.

He landed on the ground and took two steps back one after another before he stood still, and he stepped on the ground with two deep grass-green footprints.

And Zhou Fan did not step back.

The tall middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Fan.

The man in the black vest sighed, he nodded and said, "Boss Wu, there is no problem."

No problem means that there is no problem with Zhou Fan's strength.

"Then welcome to join. My name is Wu Gaoxuan, I'm in the blood exchange section." The very tall middle-aged man yawned and said lazily. He was really tall, about six feet or so.

"I'm Qiu Xiangchen, washing the marrow." The middle-aged man in the vest said with a calm expression.

In the punch just now, he mobilized most of his body's infuriating energy, but he still fell behind, which means that the young man in front of him really has the strength to wash the marrow.

"Ma Rui, physical strength." The scar-faced woman said, the name sounded like a man.

"Fang Lixing is also in the physical strength category." The young man said with envy, Zhou Fan was many years younger than him, and as a result, others were already in the stamina category, and he was still in the physical strength category.

"Zhou Fan, wash the marrow section." Zhou Fan also reported his name and realm.

"Since both of you are satisfied, then give me the money first, and then talk slowly." The old cultivator standing on the side.

Qiu Xiangchen took a bag of money from his arms and threw it to Lao Xiu.

Zhou Fan also gave the fifty Xuan coins that he had prepared to Lao Xiu.

They were not surprised by the fact that Lao Xiu ate two of them alone.

Is it possible that these people are liars?

Zhou Fan didn't think that a martial artist with a clear ability to wash the marrow would be so bored that he would join the old repairer to deceive him. If he really dared to deceive him, then these people had better not appear on Tang Street.

The chances of a scammer are too low.

Old Xiu took the money and left straight away. For Zhou Fan, he was not familiar with the place where he lived, and it was difficult to find a suitable corpse team.

However, the corpse hunting team is also eager for warriors above the pulp-washing stage. Even in Tang Street, warriors with the strength of washing the pulp are very rare. Even if they are strangers, a confident corpse-hunting team will be willing to take over.

Old Xiu is specialized in making money with opaque information.

"This old cultivator earns more than me at one time." Fang Lixing said with some dissatisfaction.

"Okay~lightnovelpub.net~ Don't say a word." Ma Rui glared at Fang Lixing.

Wu Gaoxuan was the captain of the corpse-hunting team. He sat on the grass first and then waved to let Zhou Fan and Qiu Xiangchen sit down.

After everyone sat down, Wu Gaoxuan looked at Zhou Fan and said, "You want blood-heart lotus seeds, right?"

Zhou Fan nodded, the target of this corpse hunting team was also the blood-hearted lotus seeds, otherwise Lao Xiu would not have introduced it to him.

After confirming that the goals are the same, Wu Gaoxuan said again: "First, let me talk about our distribution rules. I will take 30% of the things I get in the lotus pond, you and Qiu Xiangchen will each receive 20%, Ma Rui and Li Xing will each take 10%, and the rest The next 10% is based on the level of effort, wear and tear of talismans, injuries, etc. in the boat, and then the team will discuss and discuss, and whoever thinks it is suitable will be divided."

"Are you okay with this?"

Zhou Fan thought for a while, Wu Gaoxuan is a blood exchange segment, he has no problem taking 30%, he and another shampoo segment are 20%, two physical segments are 10%, and the last 10% is divided according to the situation, it is still A fair division.

"I'm OK."