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She cried sadly, out of breath, fat trembled, Zhen Jin looked at her nose sour, sympathized with her, stretched out and shrunk, and finally gritted her teeth, held her hand, and comforted: "Sister, you are a good person, your business is on the younger brother, the younger brother must find a wishful husband for you." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

She trembled, she was extremely moved when she saw this, she held Zhen Jin's hand hard, and said excitedly: "You are the first man who has not been scared away by her sister, and you are also the first man who can say that she cares about her sister, my sister is very grateful to you, my sister is grateful that you can come to visit my sister, my sister is content." ”

She let out a long sigh and said sadly: "My sister is sick and went to the doctor! Sister shouldn't have that idea about you, good brother, sister ......!"

With a pop, her big head fell on the table, knocked over the plate, and lay drunk on the spot, with dreams in her mouth from time to time, Zhen Jin didn't hear what she said clearly, and hurried to the back kitchen to call other cooks to help carry her back to her residence to rest.

A group of chefs in the back kitchen laughed and said: "Don't move her, she will wake up by herself in a while, who can lift her physique." ”

Zhen Jin frowned slightly, even if he was a mid-stage cultivator of the Void Law, he wanted to lift her, but he couldn't, he could only shake his head slightly and smile bitterly, wronged that she woke up by herself.

At this time, it was already noon, some disciples came to the dining hall for lunch one after another, and some male disciples were slightly stunned when they saw Zhen Jin, and then remembered the scene where he came with Yumeng a few days ago, and couldn't help but be angry.

I don't know who roared: "Look, that disciple of Qiu Yunshan is here again, relying on his handsome appearance, not only to cheat and drink, but also to hook up with our female disciple of Linglong Mountain, is it unbearable to beat him this shameless guy!"

This roar was terrible, and it suddenly stirred up a thousand waves, the male disciples of Linglong Mountain were jealous, and a group of people rushed over, Zhen Jin saw this formation, and he was not frightened, and his body turned into a phantom, and he fled from the door.

Behind him is like a group of wolves chasing sheep, the momentum is huge, the dust is rolling, the shouts of killing are endless, and the team is still growing, and a group of male disciples have joined in the middle of the road, hating the same enemy, unanimously to the outside world, beating this guy who is digging the foot of the wall.

He is naturally a little inexplicable, he has no intersection with them, what is the deep hatred, as for the time when they meet, they don't share the sky, shouting and killing?

"Stinky boy, you're running so fast!"

"Hmph, let him run away today, we are his grandson. ”

He wanted to sit down with them and explain it well, but looking at the situation, it allowed him to speak, and if he didn't run away or be killed, there would be a stampede and he would die.

Fortunately, after cultivating the 'Phantom Trace', the thief ran fast, and he was not caught for a while, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, until he was chased to a mountain cliff, and there was no way to escape, those Linglong Mountain male disciples, seeing that they were about to catch up, stretched out their arms and kicked their legs one by one, with a cruel smile on their faces, ready to beat him up.

Suddenly, a cloud appeared under Zhen Jin's feet, flew up, and flew towards the sky.

"Huh, has he cultivated the flying technique?" Some of the male disciples of Linglong Mountain changed their faces, thinking that he was a Gathering Spirit Stage cultivator, and they were afraid.

"Impossible, how can he cultivate to the Gathering Spirit Stage at such a young age?"

"Hmph, even if he's a Gathering Monk, what? There are so many of us, we can't fight him. ”

There are also many spiritual monks here, who are not afraid of him at all, and they also have clouds under their feet, and they lead everyone to chase after them.

The male disciple of Linglong Mountain is iron-hearted, and it seems that he will not give up if he doesn't beat him, and he chased him for an hour and a half, and his mana in the middle stage of the void law is not comparable to their Gathering Spirit Period monks, and his eyes are exhausted, and he looks back at the white clouds that are about to catch up.

I was indignant in my heart, but I didn't show fear, no matter how much you chase, you won't chase Qiu Yunshan and bully you, right? Sneered slightly, looked down, and couldn't help but look stunned, it turned out that he didn't choose the wrong way, flew the wrong route, staggered with Qiu Yunshan, and actually flew overhead.

I couldn't help but have a big head for a while, my cheeks twitched, and I secretly scolded myself for being confused. When I looked up, I saw a building made of craggy and strange rocks on the hill in front of me, wasn't that the Miscellaneous Hall?

With a thought in his mind, he thought that Senior Sister Meiyu had said that the disciples in the sect were forbidden to fight, and those who violated it would be punished. Then he had an idea, and went straight to the miscellaneous hall, where there were many people, and they thought that they would have scruples and would not blatantly bully him.

Lowering the clouds, he immediately rushed into the gate of the Miscellaneous Hall without hesitation, and the disciples of Linglong Mountain who chased after him were slightly stunned, and they all scolded him angrily for slipping his head.

"Senior brother, he's inside, what should we do?"

"Wait, I don't believe that he will stay in it for the rest of his life and not come out. ”

"Yes, he will be trapped to death!"

When they had made up their minds, they stood outside the gate and waited for him to come out and throw himself into the net.

There were a lot of people in the hall, all queuing up to receive things, not only the inner disciples, but the outer disciples were even more than the inner disciples. Zhen Jin was not in the mood to pay attention to these disciples, and when he looked back at the outside of the gate, he saw those Linglong Mountain disciples who were chasing him, and looked inside, and when he saw him, he waved his fist to bluff him.

But no one dared to come in and make trouble, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, you look a little familiar, are you also a new disciple?" This disciple was dressed in tender green clothes, with a very kind smile on his chubby face, and after seeing Zhen Jin, he took the initiative to come over to talk.

Zhen Jin Meiyu moved slightly, and recognized that this disciple was the little fat man who came to Qingye Gate that day and was beaten by Senior Sister Lin, and the penultimate one was picked up by a white-clothed elder.

"Oh! It's you! I remember you, you ...... that day!" Zhen Jin looked at him with a strange expression.

"Hehe, don't mention the things that day and laugh at the junior brother! I don't know where the senior brother went to later?" This little fat man has a good temperament, and he calls Zhen Jin a senior brother, Zhen Jin can't help but feel a little more good and close.

"Hey, as soon as you mention this, senior brother, I am full of grievances, you were selected away that day, and the four white-clothed elders left behind, all with hateful faces, wanted to smoke them when they looked at it. He actually left me alone, and almost became an outer disciple and went to carry a hoe and farm...... Fortunately, Qiu Yunshan's drunken ghost Qiu Jiu reluctantly took me in!" Zhen Jin was originally a self-acquainted character, and when he saw that others were good, he put his arm on his shoulder and walked to the side to complain about his bitterness.

"It turns out that the senior brother went to Qiuyun Mountain, and the junior brother is not much better, my dog-headed master took me to Longteng Mountain, and he didn't care about it, and most of the other senior brothers and sisters were virtuous, and they ignored me. The little fat man listened to his complaints, his face darkened, and he felt the same way.

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