"It's really rough and thick. Jiang Chan rubbed his wrist, knowing that he was not this guy's opponent. But now that she has reached the shore, even if the ironclad crocodile is amphibious, it can't catch up with her, and there is no way to take her.

After leaving these words, Jiang Chan turned around and ran. Can't you beat her? After running like this for about ten minutes, Jiang Chan completely shook off the ironclad crocodile.

She is now the tenth layer of Qi training, this ironclad crocodile should be a cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, she has a hard time with it, it is the old birthday star hanging, and her life is too long.

She was running happily underneath, but she didn't know that someone in the distance was watching all this.

A white-haired old man was lying on his side on the flying boat, supporting his head with one hand and carrying a wine gourd in his right hand, taking a sip from time to time. From Jiang Cicada's breaking through the water to the sword she slashed, the white-haired old man could see it all clearly.

"What kind of child is this? At a young age, he has the cultivation of the tenth level of Qi cultivation? He actually condensed his sword intent? ”

Mingfeng was interested, put the wine gourd on his waist at will, and drove the flying boat to follow Jiang Cicada unhurriedly. He didn't have any hobbies in his life, so he liked to drink two sips of wine, play with swords, and watch the excitement by the way.

Jiang Chan didn't know that someone had been watching her from the top of her head, and after she shook off the ironclad crocodile, she encountered a few spirit beasts on the road that she could deal with, and she was killed.

She wanted to keep these to exchange for money and spirit stones, and now she is poor and has nothing. The clothes are still the same as they were five years ago, and now they are in tatters.

If it weren't for the fact that her face and hands were washed clean, others would have thought that this was a little beggar who came from somewhere. Jiang Chan was planning to blend in with the crowd, and she was going to inquire about the news of the Sword Sect.

It was early in the morning when she left Hantan, and in the evening, Jiang Chan had already sold her prey in the city, bought clothes and booked a room. Now she is wearing a black power suit, looking at the pink carving, and she is no longer as cold as in the morning.

Mingfeng has been following behind Jiang Chan, watching the young male doll arrange his life in an orderly manner, and the more he looks at it, the happier he becomes. I didn't expect that his old man had been empty under his knees for so many years, was it just to wait for this little doll?

Jiang Chan also inquired with the shopkeeper, the stronghold of the Sword Sect is still five cities away from here, and there is still half a month before the Sword Sect will recruit new disciples. If she can catch up, she will be able to catch up with the assessment of this year's Sword Sect disciples.

After calculating the distance, Jiang Chan immediately planned to set off. She is not familiar with the life here, so it is better to explore the way as soon as possible.

Thinking so, as soon as he walked into the room, Jiang Chan's footsteps stopped. Who is the old man sitting in her room? Holding her little dried fish and eating deliciously?

She didn't want to eat it, but she only ate such a small piece after exercising every day, okay?

Seeing the old man take a sip of wine and a mouthful of dried fish, Jiang Chan sighed, she didn't even look at it, okay?

"The doll is back? This little dried fish is well done. Seeing that Jiang Chan was standing by the door and didn't come in, Mingfeng beckoned to Jiang Chan in a polite manner: "Come in and sit, this little dried fish is really delicious." ”

Okay, you can't beat yourself, run, look at your thin arms and legs, and then look at the other party, Jiang Chan resigned himself to his feet and stood still in front of Mingfeng.

She noticed that this old man's cultivation was unfathomable, and she didn't dare to probe it at will, what if she provoked the other party?

"Du Xinyi has seen his predecessors. Bowing to Mingfeng with a fist, Jiang Chan said respectfully. Seeing that the old man's mouth was open, and a mouthful of dried fish entered his stomach, Jiang Chan reluctantly looked away.

"No need to be polite, Xinyi little doll, are you going to the Sword Sect? Are you going to apprentice?" What kind of person is Mingfeng? From the moment Jiang Chan came in, her every move was under Mingfeng's divine sense.

Seeing him so reluctant, Mingfeng's bad taste came up. One bite after another, I was extremely happy to eat.

"Yes, the junior wants to go to the Sword Sect to participate in the assessment of the introductory disciples, and is ready to leave today. Jiang Chan also discovered Mingfeng's bad taste, so he simply stopped looking at him, and looked away with a look.

"Cheng, I'm going to the Sword Sect too, let's go together. Easily received the box containing the dried fish into his storage bag, Mingfeng stood up, took a sip of wine with a wine gourd: "There is food and wine, and it is like a fairy." ”

The corners of Jiang Chan's forehead twitched, this old-timer is too familiar, that's hers, hers!

I had no choice but to twist my arms around my thighs, so I could only suffer in a muffled voice.

Jiang Chan pursed his lips, packed up his clothes, and packed them into a small bag and carried it on his back. The Xuanli sword was pinned to her waist and swayed as she walked.

Mingfeng didn't sit on his own flying boat, pinching the wine gourd and ginger cicada together. He glanced at the Xuanli Sword: "Boy, your sword is not bad, it is condensed by cold qi for thousands of years, and it can still grow into a growth type, and it will be quite good as a natal spirit sword in the future." ”

Jiang Chan smiled: "It's just a coincidence, the old man has good eyesight." ”

She had been in the city for a few days, and the monks had seen a few, but no one could see the mystery of Xuanli at a glance. This old man really looked hidden, but he didn't know what he was following him for.

As for the fact that he didn't see that he was a female doll, Jiang Chan didn't deliberately correct it.

Now that this old man looks like he is relying on himself, Jiang Chan shrugged, she couldn't help it, she didn't notice the malice. Besides, what is there for her now that is worth the plot of others?

Three days later, the ginger cicada was constantly busy in front of the bonfire, in front of which a grill was set up, and the ginger cicada flipped the grill from time to time and brushed layers of seasoning on it.

The fat from the lamb seeps out under the high temperature and finally drips into the bonfire, bringing a burst of burnt aroma.

Mingfeng held the wine gourd and took a sip from time to time. Jiang Chan looked at it coldly, it had been three days, and the wine in his gourd seemed to be endless.

Obviously, this wine gourd is a treasure vessel, well, it is enough luxury to use a treasure vessel to hold wine.

"Xinyi little doll, is this mutton roasted? I drank most of this wine, and I haven't eaten half of the meat. ”

Holding the wine gourd, Mingfeng stilted Erlang's legs, leaning on the trunk of the tree to urge the ginger cicada. Jiang Chan was not annoyed, and continued his movements slowly. She can also see that this old man is the type with no skin and no face, and the more excited you are, the happier he will be.

If you leave him cold, he'll be bored for a while.