Chu Yun walked quickly to the outside of the valley, but heard Han Jiao crying and said, "Stinky brother, you promised to accompany me to see the birds, these birds have grown up, and they haven't accompanied me to see them." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "I've been busy practicing swords this month, and Chu Yun really forgot about it. In a month's time, I think that the nestling should have grown up. "Hanjiao, I'll come to see you in a month! I'll be sure to show you the birds! Chu Yun shouted loudly. Then he quickened his pace and went out of the valley.

Returning to the Heavenly Dragon Realm, Chu Yun had a feeling of being in a different world. "Boy, who are you? Where did it come from? This is the main altar of my Heavenly Dragon Sect, and idlers are not allowed to trespass! "When a long-faced man saw Chu Yun, he immediately showed a wary look." This eldest brother, in Xia Chuyun, asks to see Lu Xia'er of your sect, Miss Lu Fang'er! "You? Want to see our Master? Poor boy, don't you talk in your dreams again, do you? "When the big man saw Chu Yun's ragged clothes, he scoffed a little." Zhao Da, what are you messing with a poor boy? Just get out! Miss Fang'er, Miss Xia'er, can anyone see her? Another slender man approached, sneering at him. Stretched out his hand to push Chu Yun, "Poor boy, hurry up and get out!" This is not the place for you! He pushed it over, intending to push Chu Yun down. Unexpectedly, Chu Yun flashed slightly, and he pushed it into the air. One stumbled, but he almost fell. Zhao Da saw it and laughed loudly at him: "Lao Ji, have you drunk too much?" Don't you have the strength to do it? Lao Ji was annoyed and angry, "Stinky boy, don't eat and drink when you toast!" Punch me and see how you dodge! As he spoke, he punched Chu Yun in the chest. His punch was fast and fierce, and he was determined to give Chu Yun a little bit of hardship. Who would have thought that after three months of cultivation in the mountains, Chu Yun had already mastered a set of methods to dominate the enemy. So he stood still, and when his fist was about to reach his chest, he stretched out his two fingers and poked it, and Lao Ji only felt a soreness, and one palm was numb.