Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 655 - 355: The Future of the Six Sects Is Shrouded in Darkness_3

Though this is a good thing, the scene seems a little eerie as neither of the master nor apprentice are human.

Not to mention those rapidly growing blue mushrooms, already grown taller than a person and exuding Nether Cold Qi, and Fuji who has transformed into some kind of Land Manta, Xiaoxue's appearance is also quite abnormal.

She is currently half-human, half-tree, with black fine lines wandering across her body surface, her limbs growing each their own way, until wherever they grow, from a distance, she looks like a vengeful spirit turned into a Tree Charm.

Under the efforts of the teacher and disciple, this place now looks far more dangerous than before, transforming from a newbie map Ashen Forest into a top-level dungeon Biochemical Hell.

"Slow down, slow down, we can create finer work and stay here a bit longer." Xiaoxue, who is utterly unaware of her appearance, has rooted herself to the ground and started sunbathing in a daze, advised.

"Okay, Master." The voice of the small Fuji echoed.

...

Some people are slacking off, while naturally, others bear the burden forward.

Dragon Beard Pass Auction House was closed today.

The owner of the auction house, Mr. Sanbao, sits timidly in his tea room, undergoing 'interrogation.'

Due to the overly fierce appearance of the two who came to inquire, Mr. Sanbao has been trembling ever since these two entered the door.

"Name."

Standing on the right, hailing from Medicine King Valley, with a height of ten feet, slightly dark skin, mixed blood of Human and Barbarian Races, half of his body and face covered in Battle Pattern tattoos, the bald Big Guy asked.

The bald Big Guy's voice was hoarse and deep, sounding as if he had just eaten three pounds of nails in the morning.

"Yu... Yu Sanbao." Mr. Sanbao answered honestly.

The bald Big Guy nodded and looked towards his companion.

Standing on the left, from the Buddhist Sect, also ten feet tall, the Half-Demon Monk Tiger Head Monk glared with those fear-inducing eyes at Mr. Sanbao.

"Where did you get that hand?"

This one's voice wasn't hoarse; instead, it was full of energy, like a child who just ate a minivan this morning.

"It came from... Cold Mountain. That day there was a natural disturbance, and the hand, along with the Crystal Stone restricting it, fell from the sky. I..."

"Cough." The Demon Monk with white eyebrows coughed lightly, "Let's not use auction jargon to deceive the little monk, I hope the benefactor speaks some truth."

As soon as the Tiger Head Monk finished speaking, the bald Big Guy leaned forward, fingertips emitting a little glow, shining on Mr. Sanbao's face.

"There's an old saying in East Continent, 'Those who know the times are wise,' I hope you don't lie and tell us the truth."

"I am not lying, this hand truly came from Cold Mountain." Mr. Sanbao was ready to cry but had no tears.

The Tiger Head Monk sighed, turned to the Big Guy by his side, "Ah, monks do not speak falsely, let Brother Li handle this."

"Alright, let me do it." The bald Big Guy replied.

Looking at the Big Guy who was starting to pose and clench his fist, Mr. Sanbao did not understand what this meant.

He said monks don't speak falsely, why are you clenching your fist?

Seeing Sanbao's confusion, the Big Guy explained kindly.

"Monks don't speak falsely, but I am not a monk, so I can hit those who speak falsely."

Mr. Sanbao, "?"

Is this what the Buddhist Sect teaches its disciples now? How come it's different from the past?

Just as the Big Guy was about to proceed with Mr. Sanbao for a muscle massage session, the door of the tea room was pushed open from outside.

A senior sister from Celestial Sect stood at the door and said, "Li Xiaohua! Wumiao! You were sent to invite Mr. Sanbao, why have you taken so long, what are you doing?"

The bald Li Xiaohua and the Tiger Head Monk with the dharma name Wumiao immediately toned down their fierce demeanor and turned into bright, sunny boys, laughing apologetically to the senior sister.

"We and this Mr. Sanbao hit it off upon first meeting, feeling regret for meeting so late, the conversation got a bit engaging, we lost track of time, lost track of time."

The Celestial Sect senior sister suspiciously stared at these two for a while before turning to Mr. Sanbao.

"Is it truly like this?"

Mr. Sanbao smiled awkwardly, not tattling.

"It is indeed so, we were just discussing the topic of monks not speaking falsely, and it was very enjoyable, very enjoyable, hehe."

Listening to the tone, the Celestial Sect senior sister immediately knew there was something fishy, but seeing Mr. Sanbao unharmed, she was too lazy to delve into it. She cupped her hands to Mr. Sanbao in salute.

"Sorry, these two have some problems with their brains, if there is any offense, I ask for your understanding.

"Please follow me, the master has matters to inquire."

Seeing this, Mr. Sanbao hurriedly got up and returned a salute, then squeezed past between the Big Guy and Tiger Head Monk.

Only after leaving the tea room far behind did Mr. Sanbao murmur inwardly.

"What kind of people are the disciples of the Six Sects this generation, ah, hope their masters are normal."

Following the Celestial Sect senior sister, Mr. Sanbao was filled with concern about the future of the Six Sects.

And it is not just Mr. Sanbao who is filled with worry for the future of the Six Sects.

There is also Emperor Xiaojing's Hand-Hand.

Beyond the Northern Territory Great Wall, within the Demon Race domain, inside an ice cave.

Hand-Hand looked at the young monk in front of him, feeling this person seemed somewhat extreme.