Ma Wu stood on the new ground given to him by Li Banfeng and looked at the five thousand three-headed men.

He didn't miss a single one, because these five thousand three-headed men gave him too many regrets and also gave him countless expectations.

There is a three-headed person. The head in the middle is called Ayun. She is also the master of this body.

Ayun is beautiful and considerate. Ma Wu likes this girl very much. But on the left of Ayun is Agong, an old man in his fifties. On the right of Ayun is Aliang, a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old.

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The two people also kept looking at Ma Wu, with a touch of shyness on their faces.

This is almost meaningless, it is destined that Ma Wu and this girl Ayun are destined to have no connection.

Among the 5,000 three-headed people, less than 600 have three heads that are female, and less than 100 can satisfy Ma Wu. These 100 people are the focus of Ma Wu's care.

"In the future, when our territory becomes a regular place, I will build another Happy Woods here and only hire three people as actors. One lead singer and two backing vocalists. Among these one hundred people, there will definitely be a diva!"

Feng Daiku laughed when he heard this: "If you let a three-headed person become a diva, will anyone dare to come to Xiaoyaowu? Are you not afraid of scaring people?"

"You will be a little scared at first, but you will get used to it after you come a few times." Ma Wu stood on the hillside, looking at his territory and every three-headed man around him. "Lao Qi is right, they are

People are no different from us. They can do everything we can do. If Jiang Mengting can be an actress, they can do the same."

While talking, the two heard Jiang Mengting's singing.

Jiang Mengting had just entered the Taoist sect and came to Xindi today. She wanted to see if the special environment in Xindi could help her move up to the next level.

Even without accompaniment, her singing voice was still moving. The three heads of people who were not busy sat around and listened quietly to her singing "Song of the Four Seasons".

"Spring has arrived and the windows are full of green. The eldest girl is embroidering mandarin ducks under the window. Suddenly, a ruthless blow hits the mandarin ducks."

Feng Daiku sighed: "This singer is so good, this girl is so talented."

Ma Wu laughed and said, "Not every song is so good. "Song of the Four Seasons", "Prudery" and "Full Moon and Beautiful Flowers" are the three songs she sang best."

"What's special about these three songs?"

"The special thing is that Lao Qi likes it very much, especially "Song of the Four Seasons". I don't understand why Lao Qi likes it so much."

"Madam, just sing "Song of the Four Seasons"!" Li Banfeng rolled on the bed holding the record player.

The record player struggled hard: "If it doesn't sing, I won't sing for you!"

Li Banfeng hugged his wife again: "Madam, I have eaten so much good food these days, it's time to give my husband a hard time, otherwise he will be strong."

The record player turned over and pressed on Li Banfeng: "How can you use force? Are you still afraid of you, little slave? Let's see who is stronger!"

"Madam, this is what's wrong with you!" Li Banfeng grabbed the joint under the needle rod hard.

The record player laughed and shouted: "You crazy guy, if you can't beat me, just act here. No way, stop grabbing the little slave, I can't handle this, sir, please spare the little slave first, the little slave is angry, you

First listen to me, little slave, and speak slowly!"

Li Banfeng was really a little anxious. It had been a while since the travel repairman was on the second floor of the cloud, and the home repairer was still on the first floor.

Li Banfeng doesn't dare to go to the local world to gain popularity now. Once the traveling cultivator is promoted again, there will be a backlash against the home cultivator.

But the record player always said that this matter cannot be rushed: "My husband, the level must be stabilized by techniques. My husband has never learned the skill of being in a shadow. How can I dare to let my husband be promoted to the second floor?"

"How can you say you haven't learned it yet?" Li Banfeng summoned the shadow, "My shadow comes when it comes and hits when it comes. Its skills are no worse than mine."

"Can you use a technique and let me see?"

Li Banfeng crouched down next to the record player with both hands in hand: "I used Shadow and Shadow Hanging. Other techniques cannot be used, but it won't delay my promotion."

While he was talking, Shadow also folded his hands and squatted on the ground.

The record player stared at Li Banfeng for a long time through the loudspeaker and asked, "My dear husband, when you talk about important things recently, you always squat on the ground. What's the reason for this?"

Li Banfeng felt comfortable: "What important thing did I say?"

"My husband said--" The record player coughed, and Li Banfeng almost took the subject away. "What I'm asking is not an important matter. What I'm asking is why my husband is always squatting."

Li Banfeng sighed and said: "My husband is depressed. There are strong enemies outside, and my cultivation has never been able to improve.

You can only let others bully you."

The record player lamented: "My husband is really in trouble. He is bullied every day and yet he buys so many delicious dishes every day."

"Isn't this because he is thinking about my wife's belly?" Li Banfeng rubbed the record player's belly a few times, tickling her so much that she kept laughing.

"My lord, please stop making trouble. Listen to what I'm saying. As long as my lord uses the shadow-shaking technique to the fullest, I'll help my lord to be promoted to the second level."

"What do you mean by using one point of power?"

"My husband, call out the shadow first, as long as you can use a killing technique."

"What is the fighting technique?"

"Winds arise from the plains, seek good fortune and avoid misfortunes, gold clears and autumns are peaceful, a hundred flavors are exquisite, and spiritual sounds are discernible. These techniques are not considered fighting techniques, other techniques are considered. Which one can be used depends on my husband's ability."

Li Banfeng was still squatting on the ground and took his shadow back.

It's difficult.

When performing the technique of hanging with shadow, Li Banfeng couldn't even use the stupid cultivation technique.

It seemed like he was being asked a difficult question, but when Li Banfeng thought about it carefully, she still only wanted to do my best.

When facing a strong enemy, if you can use one technique, even just one, it will give you a great advantage.

You must first choose a technique that is easy to use. Which technique is suitable?

After leaving his residence, Li Banfeng arrived at Ma Wu's new land. Many guests came to congratulate him. Compared with when Chu Er took over the land, there were more guests this time.

Sha Dingzhong, Rong Sijiao and Xie Laizi all came, as did two upright earth gods, Hua Manchun and Dou Jiyan.

Pan Dehai came a little late. Feng Daiku originally wanted to avoid him, but Pan Dehai took the initiative to come up to him.

"Miss Feng, congratulations to you."

Feng Daiku sneered: "Mr. Pan is really joking. This world is not mine, so why should I be happy about it?"

Pan Dehai said: "Miss Feng and Mr. Ma are deeply in love with each other, how can we distinguish each other?"

Feng Daiku frowned and said, "Are Mr. Pan's words mocking me? Wu Lang and I are not considered a married couple.

Pan Dehai said quickly: "Every word of this old man comes from his heart. If I can open this chest, I can't wait to show this sincerity to the girl."

"Okay, let me open it for you!" Li Banfeng came with a knife.

Pan Dehai quickly saluted and said, "Brother Li Qi is a talented and talented man, and now he has been ennobled as a prince."

Feng Dai said bitterly: "Young master Li, be careful and have great talent and good deeds. This is Lao Pan's technique."

"," Pan Dehai shook his head and said, "Miss Feng, why are you so wary? I really don't have any ill intentions when I come here this time. I just ask for your care in the future."

Li Banfeng held up the knife and said, "Let's open the chest for examination first."

Pan Dehai quickly changed the subject. He clasped his fists at Hua Manchun and said, "Master Hua Manchun, we haven't seen each other for many years. We need to have a nice drink later."

Hua Manchun is a middle-aged man in his early fifties, wearing a white gown, a white turban on his head, and holding a feather fan, looking like an ancient celebrity.

Seeing Pan Dehai take the initiative to talk to her, Hua Manchun responded with cupped fists: "Mr. Pan, we definitely need this glass of wine. Let me discuss serious matters with Miss Feng first."

Feng Daiku felt something was wrong. He glanced at Ma Wu first, then smiled at Hua Manchun and said, "Today is a good day for Wu Lang. How come you all, Daoxi, have found the wrong person?"

Hua Manchun waved her hands and said: "I came today not only to express my congratulations, but also to discuss something with Miss Feng. I heard that Miss Feng got the land of the soda kiln a few days ago, and now the business is booming.

It’s not easy to take care of the small area of ​​​​the belt, Miss Feng, would you like to give up the belt to Hua?"

Feng Daiku looked Hua Manchun up and down: "I didn't hear clearly just now. The owner of Huazhuang asked me to give you the land?

Beihua Manchun shook her feather fan and said, "Hua must not have asked for it for nothing. Gold, silver, jewelry, spiritual objects, and magic weapons. As long as Hua has it, the girl can choose at will."

While speaking, Hua Manchun looked directly into Feng Daiku's eyes, seeming to be teasing.

Not many people have the courage. Looking into Feng Daiku's eyes, one might fall in love with Feng Daiku at any time.

Hua Manchun's move was both a test and a warning. If he had the means to restrain his emotional roots, he would also have the means to restrain his emotional cultivation.

Feng Daiku shook his head slightly: "Feng accepted the kindness of the owner of the flower village. The waistband is where Feng started his business. Although the land is small and remote, the family can be worth tens of thousands of dollars. I really can't bear to give it up. The owner of the flower village can't bear to give it up again."

Ask someone else."

Hua Manchun stopped the folding fan in her hand, and her smile suddenly disappeared. She looked at Feng Dai bitterly and said, "Miss Feng, were you deliberately sarcastic with what you said just now?"

To be honest, today is a good day for Ma Wu, and Feng Daiku really doesn't want to argue with Hua Manchun.

Hua Manchun has been eyeing the waistband of her trousers for more than a day or two. She has fought with Feng Daiku to steal it, and she has also plotted against it behind the scenes. The two of them are adjacent to each other and have fought countless times.

On this occasion today, Hua Manchun has to speak openly. What does it mean?

Feng Daiku said: "You are here today to congratulate the Fifth Young Master. Master Huazhuang, there is an old grudge between you and me.

Let’s talk about it in detail later.”

"We won't wait until later, and we need to make it clear today," Hua Manchun first looked at the people around him, then looked at Feng Daiku and said, "Let's discuss the matter first. Hua and Miss Feng were discussing things seriously just now. Hua Manchun

Every word is respectful and not rude at all. What does Miss Feng mean by making sarcastic remarks in front of so many people?"

Ma Wu didn't understand what Feng Daiku said to ridicule him.

Feng Daiku signaled Ma Wu not to speak. She knew that she didn't say anything sarcastic to Hua Manchun. Hua Manchun was deliberately looking for trouble.
To be continued...