Chapter 212 Itchy, justchou!
No?!
Looking at Su Su acquiescing to Zimo's decision, Bing Li and Su Su are not calm!
How can you say no?!
"You..."
Hao Jian's face was anxious and he was about to speak, but he was stopped by Bing Li waving his hand.
"Ha ha, two friends, do you have anything else to say?"
Although Zimo's words made Bing Li also "cluck" in his heart, but after living for so many years, he has already lived as a man. Hao Jian's observation and psychological stability are unmatched. Therefore, after Qi Mo said that, when he put Qi Mo's face into his eyes, he did not express his anxiety. , and stopped Hao Jian.
"Excuse me, the two of you, come to Binglan Sect, you have to find one person before you can finally decide whether to stay in Binglan Sect."
Qimo glanced at Su Su and said.
After all, Qi Mo also understands Su's psychology, so he did not fill his words. The status of the mysterious "Chen Yun" in Su's heart makes Qi Mo understand that if Chen Yun is not here, Su Su will not be willing to stay here. Therefore, in this case, then everything, Let's stay and see Chen Yun.
Su Su smiled and was obviously very satisfied with what Qi Mo said. Indeed, as Qi Mo thought, if Chen Yun was not here, then Su Su would certainly not stay here.
"So that's it, then let Jian'er go with you. If the two friends decide to stay here, then I hope to give priority to my dry veins. Well, don't delay. Jianer, go with these two little friends.
He said with a faint smile, his face had returned to his original paleness, and his tone was slightly weak. It seems that such a while of emotional tossing back and forth makes Bing Li's already injured body feel a little weaker and weaker.
"Yes, Master! However, your injury..."
Hao Jian answered, but he still had a little hesitation and said worriedly.
"Ha ha, idiot, it doesn't matter. Take the two little friends to go to work, and then bring them back after the two little friends decide. This is the order of the Qianfu."
The joy appeared in Bing Li's eyes, and then handed over a palm-sized token with a light ice blue light to Hao Jian, on which an ice sword was printed on the front. Seeing that its form was the inside version of the four or five-foot-old ice sword in the Qianfu, with an elegant word "dry" on the reverse.
"Yes, my disciple quit."
After Hao Jian finished speaking, he stepped forward and led Qi Mo to leave.
Zimo and Su Su saluted slightly and left with Hao Jian.
......
"Ancestor, Caesar the Great... Hey, there is God's will. For thousands of years, my ancestors have blessed my dry veins and have been suppressed by the other three veins for hundreds of years. First, Jian'er, and now there are two descendants related to you two. I hope that they can stay in my dry veins and get justice for the incident hundreds of years ago..."
In the Qianfu, there was a murmur of ice.
......
"Brother Qi, Miss Su Su, at this time, if Chen Yun's friend comes to Bing Lanzong, then he should be in the Kun vein at this time."
Outside Qianfu, Hao Jian said to Qi Mo as he walked.
"Kunmai?"
Su Su asked curiously.
"Well, Binglanzong is divided into four veins of heaven and earth. My third vein is dry vein, mainly for sword cultivation. The heavenly vein pays attention to the most attribute practitioners among the skills. However, there is no one with a physical constitution like Miss Su Su. The earth vein is mainly practicing alchemy. Most of the magic weapons and elixirs in Binglan Sect are basically provided by the earth veins. But Kunmai is the most unique, and half of their disciples are outside.
"Outside?"
Qimo asked puzzledly.
"Yes, half of the disciples of Kunmai do not return to the sect. They keep absorbing some talented monks outside. Every year, they only send some disciples back at the time of Dabi. However, the disciples who stayed in the sect do not pay attention to cultivation. They deal with many chores in the sect, including some matters of recruiting disciples and some transactions with the outside world.
Hao Jian explained.
"Well, let's go to Kunmai to find Brother Chen Yun!"
After listening to Hao Jian's introduction, Su Su urged.
"Ha ha, well, please come with me."
After saying that, Hao Jian walked away.
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Kunmai, Yuhe Hall.
In the hall, ten figures stood coldly, three of whom were women, and ten people looked at each other!
"Well, you ten people have a test. The winner is the inner disciple, and the loser is the outer disciple. Remember, that's it!"
At the head of the hall, a middle-aged man with a beard said solemnly.
"Yes!"
Ten people drank together.
"Okay, now... Let's begin!"
After sweeping at the crowd, he announced.
Suddenly, two people in the hall already attacked each other.
......
Chen Yun's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were not mixed with any emotion. He looked at a young man about 20 years old who was opposed to him, and his momentum slowly climbed up.
The young man also looked at Chen Yun coldly, with a look of thought in his eyes, and neither of them showed any sign of immediate action.
Look at each other!
Look at each other!!
is still looking at each other!
The other four groups in the hall have taken action, leaving only Chen Yun looking at each other strangely.
"Hmm?!"
Chen Yun and the two have the lowest cultivation and are the closest to the door of the palace, but their strangeness still attracted the attention of their beards.
What's wrong with these two kids!
The beard is about to shout to make the two of them fight quickly. Time is not a waste!
However, when he was about to speak, he found that a whirlwind had formed between the two, and the momentum was competing?! Two guys in the middle of the taxi rank are competing for momentum?!
The beard was stunned.
......
Chen Yun is cold, and young people are also cold.
For a long time, one group has won or lost.
Chen Yun frowned slightly, and his hands huddled in his sleeves already trembled slightly.
"Hmm!"
With a cold hum, Chen Yun's momentum suddenly changed and became fierce, pressing towards the young man.
"Oh..."
The young man hooked the corners of his mouth, clenched his fists, raised his head slightly, and a strong momentum almost as strong as the late stage of the scholar and counterattacked against Chen Yun.
After a cup of tea, the third group won or lost.
"Hey, lame, what can you do without me?"
When they were deadlocked with each other, the young man seemed to be a little impatient and couldn't help sarcasing Chen Yun.
Hearing this, Chen Yun's eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth hooked, and an inexplicable arc outlined.
"The lame... It seems that your mouth is itchy and you have to smoke..."
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