School Park City, the seventh school district.
At this time, a group of people are busy living on the rooftop, which is a distance from Fangli's home.
It was a group of about a dozen people in very ordinary clothes.
These people are laughing and talking, while doing all kinds of work on the roof.
Iron bars will be installed, walls painted, advertising paper, leaflets and wall stickers and other things to find a place to decorate, and also use chalk to write and draw people.
These scenes, like a group of people are decorating the roof, very harmonious.
However, if there is a sensitive magician here, it must be able to find out.
The power of magic, as these acts unfold, gradually began to play a role.
"Gee..."
At one moment, the gate of the roof was pushed open, and the harsh sound of the iron gate rang through.
"-"
on the rooftop, all people's movements stopped for a moment, but they soon recovered. While continuing the work in hand, they cast their eyes in the direction of the gate.
The next second, everyone saw it.
Two men came in through the door.
"This is it, Lord Fangli."
Responsible for leading the way five and toward behind the square to make way for the road, a minister in its side appearance.
The eyes of all the people present were also bright when they saw the people standing behind him.
Fang Li raised his eyes and looked at these people.
"Is this the heavenly grass cross religion?"
This question has been answered.
"That's right. We're the grass cross sect."
This is a man with a tall and thin figure, but he is wearing a wide white shirt and jeans that even a sumo wrestler can wear. There are two red stripes in front of the clothes, which form a cross pattern.
The man's hair seems to be deliberately molded into a disorderly warped shape with wax, like the shell of a spade beetle, emitting a strange black luster. On his feet, he wore basketball shoes with a shoelace of more than one meter, but somehow he didn't tie it. On his neck was a rope made of leather and other materials, with four or five small fans with a diameter of about 10 cm.
This kind of dress is very strange. If you walk on the road, you will surely attract other people's eyes.
However, like the fire weaving, this dress has a special meaning.
Good at hiding in the crowd and society, the grass cross sect has always been using very common behavior to launch magic, including the daily life of clothing, food, shelter, and travel have their own meaning, and finally pieced together to launch magic.
Therefore, the strange dress of a man must have the religious significance of Tiancao cross religion. It is absolutely not a problem of aesthetics to use magic by every move.
Fang Li's eyes fell on the man.
The other side also raised his eyes, met the eyes of Fang Li, and grinned as he came out of the crowd.
"Are you Fangli?"
The man raised a hand, very casual greeting like, so open his mouth.
"I'm jiangongzhai, and I'm currently serving as the acting Pope of the tiancaoshi sect."
The acting Pope.
In other words, the man named jiangongzhai is the leader of the current Tiancao cross sad sect.
Of course, it's just agents.
Although his manner seems frivolous and his dress is even more inhumane, it can be seen from the bright eyes of jiangongzhai that this man is only one who can not retreat.
Because he was not the leader of Tiancao style cross mourning sect, but God splitting fire weaving.
He is just an agent.
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