I can't do these things myself, so I can only let Tan Xiaoyu do it for me.

"For the teacher, the soul is damaged and needs some medicine to nourish the soul... I don't know where these things are?" Song Ziyu asked.

Tan Xiaoyu's eyes rolled and she immediately spoke, "There are soul-focusing materials inside the Qianling Sect, but..."

"But what?" Song Ziyu asked.

Tan Xiaoyu replied, "These things are valuable and require a large number of contribution points from the sect to be exchanged, but I don't have any contribution points now."

"Are you contributing points? How to obtain them?"

Song Ziyu asked.

"This requires completing various tasks assigned by the sect."

Tan Xiaoyu replied.

"Complete the task?"

"That's right, it's like killing monsters to collect materials to explore fierce places and other tasks, which are very dangerous."

Tan Xiaoyu said with her eyes flashing.

"Well, your strength is too weak. Going out to complete these tasks is equivalent to giving it to you for free."

Song Ziyu thought about it and said.

Tan Xiaoyu said, "What Master said is very true, my strength is too weak."

Song Ziyu knew that this little girl was the one who didn't see a rabbit or a hawk, waiting to take out something practical, otherwise the little girl would definitely not use it for her.

Song Ziyu thought for a while and said, "It seems that it is necessary for me to improve your strength."

Hearing this, Tan Xiaoyu looked overjoyed.

I don’t know what kind of surprise this freshly released master is going to bring to himself.

"Come here." Song Ziyu said.

Tan Xiaoyu moved her body and approached Song Ziyu's puppet body.

Just when Tan Xiaoyu was imagining, Song Ziyu had already raised his broken left hand and approached Tan Xiaoyu's head.

As if he felt a great pressure, Tan Xiaoyu instinctively wanted to hide.

"Don't move!"

Song Ziyu said sternly.

As if he was following the words, Tan Xiaoyu felt that he was detained by a powerful force.

Then, the nervous Tan Xiaoyu saw Song Ziyu falling on his head.

Just the moment when his finger gently touched his forehead, Tan Xiaoyu felt something seemed to have appeared in his mind.

"Military... Military Body Fist? Awei Eighteen Styles? What are these?" Tan Xiaoyu felt incredible.
Chapter completed!