Which gangster is not good at a ranger?

The existence of Zhang Shaoxia fully interprets their dreams.

Zhang Yuan could hear clearly in his ears, and he smiled in his heart, quite satisfied.

That's how we love to show off.

When did he be a young man in the world and love to listen to other people's stories.

But in just a few months, he became a story.

Such a contrast made Zhang Yuan sigh.

Unfortunately, there is still no matching poem title.

He has been thinking hard these days to think of a poem with a higher standard and deeper meaning for himself.

But it's always unsatisfactory.

"The sun rises east, and I am the only one who is unbeaten. Well, I am a little arrogant and does not conform to the chivalrous style."

"There are exceptions to the heavens. Ni Wu has no chance of life. Domineering is domineering, but isn't it too murderous?"

"Drinking in the cold wind with one body, I am drunk with the yellow dragon today. It's too bleak and does not fit my young lady's sunny temperament."

"You are the main force in the world, and Wentian dares to be an enemy. You are a little bit too late."

Zhang Yuan flipped through the poem titles that could be thought of in his mind one by one.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find one to agree with me, so I couldn't help but sigh.

"If you don't read, you can't speak."

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The scalpers are walking in the streets.

The black crow no longer flew around and landed on the bull's head.

Many tourists on the street looked at Zhang Yuan's strange outfit and talked a lot.

A time-honored pharmacy finally appeared in front of him.

Zhang Yuan left the yellow cow at the door and walked in alone.

The shopkeeper was an old man in his sixties. He was originally puzzled by Zhang Yuan's arrival, but after Zhang Yuan took out the token, he immediately led Zhang Yuan to the back hall.

Zhang Yuan thought for a moment, took out paper and pen, and recorded all the things he thought were important.

After finishing the notes, I breathed a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it, he added another sentence below.

[The Master of Fengsect owes me 3,500 contribution points]

After adding, Zhang Yuan rolled up the paper and handed it over to the shopkeeper of Tianhantang, leaving here with a smile.

Sometimes, if you are not thick-skinned, you will easily suffer losses.

If I don’t mention this, Feng Xiaohan doesn’t know how long it will take for him to stay.

Riding on the scalper, Zhang Yuan immediately rushed to Shaoshi Mountain.

For Shaolin, whether in his past or present life, he has always been full of admiration.

Think this is a place full of legends.

In his heart, there are three places that are the most mysterious.

Wudang, Shaolin and Kunlun.

Two days later, Zhang Yuan had arrived in Dengzhou.

Songshan is close to you.

As we arrived all the way, we also saw many masters from other sects, and they were all rushing to Shaolin after listening to their discussions.

Zhang Yuan guessed that most of these were invited by Shaolin, but there seemed to be many ordinary tourists.

What can these ordinary tourists help?

He made the scalper speed up.

The big yellow bull roared with anger and rushed forward, trying to deliberately lift Zhang Yuan out, but Zhang Yuan's internal skills were so profound that he grabbed its horns.

"Silly, are you itchy again?"
Chapter completed!