Without waiting for Zihui to answer, she suddenly heard a low and somewhat hoarse voice sound.

"Even if you don't go out of your way to find ants to trample to death, but when you walk and trample a few ants to death, no one will notice. ”

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

It was none other than the thin black boy with a bow and arrow on his back.

The golden sword boy who had responded earlier suddenly had an angry look on his face, and he stepped forward quickly, only to hear a "pop" sound, but it was a loud slap he slapped on the black thin boy's face.

"Carry your luggage well, don't just interject!"

The thin black boy lowered his head and did not reply.

Zi Hui next to her looked at the thin black boy, and there was a look of disgust in her eyes: "Why do you carry this broken bow and arrow everywhere you go? What about your sword? We are monks, not hunters! Look at this picture, just like those ordinary people in the mountains and fields, it is simply a shame on our Shilingmen!"

The thin black boy still lowered his head and didn't reply, and the golden sword boy slapped him in the face again: "Mo Mingming! Senior Sister Zi asked you something, won't you even reply?"

Only then did the thin black boy who was called Mo Wise open his mouth and said in a deep voice: "My cultivation is only a sixfold refining body, and I haven't learned a few swordsmanship yet, so carrying a bow and arrow is more useful to me." ”

The disgust and disdain in Zihui's eyes were even stronger: "It's been three months since you started, and you have only refined your body six times, it's really a waste, and I don't know why Uncle Shi brought you back to the mountain in the first place." Even if you are cultivating this point, you can only hold us back. ”

Mo Mingming hung his head and muttered, "Didn't you insist on bringing me here?"

"You dare to talk back, a piece of shit?" the golden sword boy raised his eyebrows, and waved his hand to slap it again.

"Don't make any noise!"

Senior Brother Zhuang, who had not spoken out all this time, finally spoke.

The golden sword boy stopped his palm and looked at Senior Brother Zhuang: "Senior brother, why do you want to bring this waste?"

"Zhiming, don't say that. Senior Brother Zhuang smiled slightly: "Everyone has their own use, how can we say that he is also our junior brother, even if his strength is not good, he can carry luggage, how can he be called waste?"

Only then did the golden sword boy withdraw his palm and laughed: "Senior brother is right, but did you forget, in another month, it will be the time for the master test, and if his cultivation does not reach the master realm, he will be expelled from the master at that time, and then he will not be our junior brother, hahahaha." ”

The others all laughed, and some people shouted: "Mo Mingming, my family just lacks a handyman to wash the thatched house, and when you are expelled from the division, if you have nowhere to go, you can come to my house, hahaha." ”

"Haha, the job of washing the thatched house is very suitable for you. ”

"I think he should go to chores, you see that he is black and thin, isn't it like a chores in a restaurant?"

"Don't underestimate others, maybe they will break through to the division realm in a month with a single out......break?"

"Haha, if he can break through the master realm in one month, I can break through the king realm in half a month. ”

"Hahahaha......"

Everyone laughed as they continued to walk forward, and Mo Mingming was left behind.

In the face of everyone's ridicule, there was no anger or loss on his face, he just silently carried his luggage and followed.

Everyone gradually moved away, and in the void, Long Chen's figure emerged, looking at the departing people, the corners of his mouth hooked:

"A group of little guys who have just started cultivating dare to come to the Burning Sky Fire Plain to find Phoenix Feather? ”