Half a minute later, Zhao Gongming left the main world with several beakers of different sizes and a Phillips screwdriver.

Tang Xuan couldn't help laughing twice, thinking to himself what Sanxiao would react to seeing these "gifts" and would he beat Zhao Gongming up?

Who can give this gift? It is not an alchemy tool from the magic world.

......

"I'm back so soon, what are you going to get?"

In the darkness, there was only a beam of light beside the white robe Hongjun. He slowly turned around and looked at Zhao Gongming, and his eyes wandered from Zhao Gongming's face to his hands.

Zhao Gongming's face was a little burnt.

The accumulated aura of questioning Hongjun was folded into the beaker and screwdriver in his hand.

Baipao Hongjun naturally asked the question.

“What are these?”

Zhao Gongming gritted his teeth and replied: "A gift to the sister-in-law."

Baibo Hongjun sensed carefully and confirmed that he had not sensed any factors that threatened the survival of the small world from the beaker and screwdriver, he no longer continued to investigate this issue.

He whispered: "You seem to be recovering well."

"The humans in the main world are very interested in me." Zhao Gongming said slowly, "Money is something that is strong enough to transcend time and space."

No matter at any time, anywhere, anywhere, or anywhere in civilization, there is money, and if you have money and know him, you will naturally have a lot of faith in him.

“Is the incense flourishing outside?”

This is what Bailang Hongjun really wants to ask.

It is useless for Zhao Gongming to have sufficient incense alone. Most immortals need to have sufficient incense worship.

Zhao Gongming shook his head slowly: "I was sent back by them before I could find out."

Baipao Hongjun frowned: "What's the difficulty of this kind of thing? Haven't you been outside for two days?"

If you want to see whether the incense is prosperous or not, you can see whether there are many Taoist temples outside and whether there are all statues of gods worshipped?

Zhao Gongming replied: "I don't have the chance to act alone. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to help them defeat an ancient god. After the fight, they immediately sent me back."

Baipao Hongjun's eyes lit up: "Then are they weak?"

Zhao Gongming shook his head again: "No, they are very strong. When they showed their force to me, I could not move my body even if I activated twenty-four Dinghaizhus."

"How is the energy in the outside world distributed?"

"It seems that they are all in the stars, but I'm not sure."

Baipao Hongjun looked at Zhao Gongming's paralyzed face and felt a little disappointed.

He told Zhao Gongming to do three things, but the result was either the answers he didn't like or the answers were blurred, and none of them satisfies him.

Zhao Gongming suddenly asked, "Ancestor Dao, what do you want to do?"

Baibo Hongjun avoided answering: "It's nothing, you can go into the illusion to rest. You can retain the power you get outside, I won't draw them to replenish the small world."

He wants to maintain Zhao Gongming's combat effectiveness and use it to deal with some emergencies for the immortals in the future.

"Thank you, Daozu."

Zhao Gongming turned around and three clear air flew out of his body.
Chapter completed!