The Immortal Sect Recruits Handymen and Recruits Two Ancestors of the Last Days

[Notes on the title page of "Records of the Survival of Immortal Men's Handymen"] "On the first day of time travel, we learned three things: 1. The hemostatic powder here is not as good as the apocalyptic antibiotics. 2. The outer disciple's flying sword is not faster than Gu Xun's axe. 3. The hearts of the elders of the Immortal Sect may not be very good. " The Immortal Sect recruits handymen and recruits two ancestors of the last days. Shen Xing is the last doctor in the base, and Gu Xun is the knife that protects him and kills the zombies. The two of them traveled through the space in a psychic explosion, and when they opened their eyes, they saw a strange world where the Seventy-Two Fairy Mountains were hanging in the air and filled with spiritual energy. On the first day, I bumped into three outer disciples who wanted to grab the "entry fee." Shen Xing put on a timid expression and bent down very low: "Brothers, forgive me, let's leave now." Gu Xun clenched his fists, his joints turning white, but he did not move. Because Shen Xing held down his arm, his breath brushed his ears: "Pretend to be cowardly first, and then we'll survive." Later - the mine collapsed, and the outer disciples cried for their fathers and mothers. Shen Xing pushed up his glasses and took out a homemade detonator: "Rang Rang, professional rescue, explosion range is three feet." Evil things blocked the way, and the elites of the inner sect formed formations to fight hard. Gu Xun wiped off the blood on the ax blade and said expressionlessly: "Too slow." The ax struck through the core. The elder of the sect looked at the surveillance jade slip, his hands shaking so much that he could not hold the tea cup steady: "Raise your hand to blow up the mine, swing your ax to kill evil spirits... Do you call this a handyman??" Shen Xing was adjusting the new prescription in the alchemy room without raising his head: "What else?" Gu Xun leaned against the door with his ax in his arms, and the shadow covered half of his body: "No one can mess with him."