All My Skills Are Picked Up

The dignified Level 3 deacon still didn't dare to fart in front of Wu Qian.    

Wu Qian looked at Deacon Mang like he was looking at a dog. If it wasn't for the fact that the Mang family and Wu family had some friendly relations... Deacon Mang dared to humiliate him like this, he would never bring Deacon Mang to continue the treasure hunt tomorrow.    

With Wu Qian's status, it was impossible for him to increase his level by just completing missions. The Level 1 deacon to the super deacon was not something that could be achieved by a lot of contribution points or contribution point. It had to be a great fortune, a peak cultivation base, and a great opportunity to complete a mission that could shake the world. Talent! It was achieved.    

Therefore, ordinary Level 1 deacons were too lazy to give out small missions. It was a mission that was at least nine stars and below, and they wouldn't even look at it. Only Wu Qian, even if he had reached the status of a Level 1 deacon... He's still on a little mission. He didn't care about things like contribution points. He simply loved killing Devil Cultivator. Catching ghost cultivators to complete missions. As for the rewards, he could even give them to others.    

That was why the Mang family sent this Mang Fu, Deacon Mang, to Wu Qian's side. They said that they were his followers, but in reality, they just wanted to follow Wu Qian and obtain more contribution point and contribution points. Wu Qian did not reject this kind of thing. The Mang family gave him many rare and precious things, and he liked them very much.    

But what he didn't expect was that this was clearly the wealth of Level 3 deacon. How could he be such a waste? The Level 3 deacon had lost to the Level 4 deacon, but it was still a direct confrontation. If such a matter were to spread out, it wouldn't be long before the martial artists would come reporting it.    

The Mang Family would lose face, Deacon Mang would lose face, and Wu Qian would lose face as well.    

With his hands behind his back, Wu Qian looked at Deacon Mang and said, "After I finish this treasure hunt, find a chance to fight that Deacon Lo. I have to win it back, understand?"    

Deacon Mang's lips trembled slightly as he said, "That Luo brat is quite powerful."    

Wu Qian said coldly, "Of course I know he is very powerful. It was rare to see a young man with such a cultivation base like him in the future. However, you losing to him is equivalent to losing face to me. Thus, he had to find a chance to win it back. As for the specific methods, you can think of them, bribe him, and drug him. Threats and bribes were all fine. As deacons, we will do whatever it takes. "    

" Understood, I understand. "    

Deacon Mang lowered his head and replied.    

Wu Qian nodded and said, "It's good that you understand. Otherwise, when you return to the capital, or report it to the martial artists, then just wait for it to end. From now on, you can forget about becoming a Level 2 deacon. Reputation is very important to the deacon, especially the reputation in the industry."    

Wu Qian finished his words and left with a cold snort.    

Deacon Mang watched Wu Qian leave with his eyes, then clenched his fists tightly.    

"Brat, stinky brat. Die, I want you to die! "    

...    

The night passed uneventfully. The next day, dawn arrived.    

When the sun had just risen in the east, Lo Tian and the others arrived at the south gate of the city.    

It was slightly cold in the morning. Lo Tian and Fatty Zhang were each holding a few meat buns and eating them. Hot air and fragrance drifted outside the city gate.    

Lo Tian and the others came early, but Wu Qian and the others did not get up late.    

To be precise, although there were a lot of money-grubbers in the line of deacons, there were no lazy people. Getting up early was a basic homework. For a diligent martial artist like Lo Tian, it was common to use cultivation instead of sleeping in one night.    

Lo Tian, Fatty Zhang, Wu Qian, Mang Fu and a guide who was obviously a local herb-picking person had all arrived. After waiting for a while, Yu Ge finally arrived.    

Seeing that everyone was waiting for her, Yu Ge didn't feel embarrassed at all. She reached out her hand and snatched a big bun from Fatty Zhang. After that, Yu Ge shouted like the leader of the group, "Everyone is here. Let's go."    

Everyone nodded lightly and quickly followed the guide.    

The guide wasn't an old man, but a dark and thin kid. His hands and feet were covered in thick calluses. It was obvious that he was an experienced person who had gone up the mountain from a young age. Although his footsteps were not slow, he was not a martial artist after all. Compared to Lo Tian and the others, he was really too slow.    

Therefore, before he ran far, Lo Tian simply carried this dark and thin boy on his back. In the end, after confirming the direction, everyone took out their flying ship.    

Fatty Zhang's Steamed Bun Boat, Lo Tian's Fart Cloud Boat, Deacon Mang's Metal Flying Fish Boat, and Wu Qian's Giant Sword Boat.    

When they saw Wu Qian take out the Giant Sword Boat, everyone quietly put away their flying ship. Even Miss Yu, who had not taken it out yet, looked at Wu Qian's Giant Sword Boat with envy.    

Flying ship, even if it was rich, it had status. They might not even be able to obtain something good. It had to be custom-made by the Martial Tower, specially made by a master. The flying ship that was piled up with treasures such as Five Elemental Gold, Illusion Silver, Vajra, and Profound Qi Iron was the best.    

As a Level 1 deacon, Wu Qian's huge sword boat had a domineering aura. The sword was three meters wide and more than ten meters long. It had a protective air barrier and all kinds of crystal patterns. Lo Tian and Fatty Zhang's eyes lit up when they saw this.    

This was what a flying ship was! What the hell were those things?!    

Needless to say, everyone quietly boarded Wu Qian's huge sword boat. Once they sat on it, they could feel all kinds of crystal energy rippling on their bodies. Not only did they awaken their minds, but they also seemed to have the effect of massaging their muscles and tempering their muscles and bones.    

Good stuff, that's what he called good stuff. Lo Tian and Fatty Zhang looked at each other. Both of them secretly made a decision. They must become a Level 1 deacon as well. Putting everything else aside, as long as they could have such a flying ship in their lives, it would be worth everything.    

There were still some left on the sword after sitting so many people. Furthermore, Wu Qian pressed his palm again, and the sword enlarged once again, doubling in size.    

"A flying ship that can shrink space itself!"    

Fatty Zhang's saliva was about to drip down. In comparison, the guide Little Black, who wasn't even a martial artist, was much calmer than him. At most, Little Black could only touch the blade of the sword.    

"You've already sat down. Little Black, are you sure? This is the direction?"    

Wu Qian stood at the tip of the sword and asked.    

Little Black nodded and said, "That's right. The Wind South finger should be the Wind South Mountain in the mountain range. I just looked at the map and saw that the water ripples and the direction of the mountains are also the same. You can see the rivers in the mountains here, so you should be able to confirm my judgment."    

Wu Qian said in a clear voice," That's good. Everyone held their breaths. My flying ship's speed is a bit fast. You all have to be careful!"    

Hearing this, Lo Tian and the others hurriedly took a deep breath.    

The next moment, Wu Qian shouted, "Quick!"    

He raised his sword and turned into a ray of light that flew away quickly. Between heaven and earth, a ray of sword light was like a flowing rainbow, rushing straight towards Feng Nanshan.