"That's it. ”

Murong Yu sat down on the wooden chair as if he had lost his strength.

What brought pressure to him was not the rumored outsider in front of him, an extremely short-tempered third-order powerhouse, but the man who looked like he didn't look ordinary, Wu Chen.

Suddenly, a huge pressure poured into the sea of knowledge, and Murong Yu felt a burst of shortness of breath and stagnant spiritual power.

In an instant, the pressure disappeared.

The chubby old man Mu Xinglie opened his mouth and asked, "How does it feel compared to Fang Cai?"

Murong Yu frowned, the pain in the sea of consciousness was not easy, and the divine sense encroachment of the powerhouses of the upper three realms was not a joke like a family.

Shaking his head, he said: "It feels very different, or even the complete opposite, Fang is domineering with softness, and on the ferry, he gives me the feeling of softness with domineering, and there are some indescribable things." ”

Mu Xinglie's eyes showed a cold look and said, "You said that he still knows about my Mu family's incident." ”

Murong Yu nodded.

Mu Xinglie, who had a sharp change in words, suddenly said: "You half-hung Xuanwang cultivation can't support my Mu family, so you don't have to embarrass me to use it, I banned part of your cultivation, go to the Great Xuan Dynasty under the mountain to have a good experience." ”

"Also, your life-saving things have also been temporarily banned by me, so if you die at the foot of the mountain this time, the Mu family will have the right to be without you, don't think that you are on the list of what kind of bullshit Zhongzhou young ten, you feel great, fooling children with the play of the house, do you think the real ones, the old guy who listened to the rain sect dared to write it? I just thought that his sect was still the same sect before. ”

Tingyu Sect is regarded as a heterogeneous sect in Zhongzhou, and what the monk said the most is that Wenfeng Sect is the only sect in Zhongzhou Mountain that does not have monks from the Three Realms sitting in the array.

The only old sect major is the highest, and he was a half-step Xuan Emperor many years ago, but he hasn't been able to sell that half-step for many years.

But what makes Yuzong famous is not these things, but its ability to collect news, which is simply the best in Zhongzhou, and even other states.

Zhongzhou's sect rankings, the list of young ten, the strongest list, and all kinds of lists are all from this sect.

It can also be said that the sword has gone off the rails and found another way.

Murong Yu smiled bitterly, but he was helpless, the entire Mu family and even the entire Yiyun branch, who would dare not listen to this old sect master in front of him.

On the wooden table in front of him, there was an extra wooden plaque out of thin air, and the wooden plaque was carved with strange patterns.

Hold it in the palm of your hand, but you can't feel any strangeness.

Murong Yu pursed his lips and said, "I didn't expect it to be a rare artifact." ”

Immediately, he felt the slightest stagnation of the mysterious power in his body, smiled bitterly, and looked outside the main hall of the council hall.

His two uncles seemed to be arguing over something, but this time they were full of gentlemanly style and didn't do anything.

"No one has a hard time. ”

Ran Lu stared at Wu Chen tightly, and even moved a murderous intent in his calm heart, which was a real homicidal heart.

Wu Chen seemed to be ignoring the words, especially the puppet, but it was a secret that their Ran family relied on for survival, a big secret.

Since the Ran family dares to be called one of the two oldest families in Zhongzhou, it is naturally particularly barrier.

Thousands of years ago, when there was no family Ran family, there was only one sect at that time, the puppet sect, the puppet sect was definitely far ahead in the ranking of the mountain sects at that time, and the origin of the sect can be traced back to the era when the Tianzong was founded.

The ancestor of the Ran family was just a peak master of the puppet sect.

As the saying goes, there is no doubt that good or bad will happen.

This is especially true in the cultivation world on the mountain, when the wind and clouds change, the sect is destroyed, maybe because of a certain sentence that offends someone.

The scenery at the top of the mountain is naturally dazzling and abnormal, and how many sects and how many monks can withstand the cold wind that can blow.

The Ran family was the only surviving branch of the puppet sect that was not recorded in any of the Zhongzhou classics.

There are a lot of rumors about the Ran family.

Ran Lu knew that the only thing that the Ran family could survive so far was the kind of induction that only appeared in one or two monks in the Ran family's lineage, and it was only the puppet inherited from the puppet sect.

It is the little puppet that Wu Chen said in his mouth, which has been kept in Ran Lu's sea of knowledge.

Yu Jian saves his life, the puppet seeks fate, and one by one is the reason why Ran Lu really dares to set foot in the secret and dangerous places.

Ran Lu only felt a cold wind blowing through his heart, and he stood in front of Wu Chen as if he was transparent, and whenever he thought he knew the other party better, he found that he seemed to be in a bigger quagmire.

I thought that the future was getting clearer, but I found that it was just a flash of stars.

Ran Lu put away everything in his heart, showed a far-fetched smile and said, "Daoist friends are laughing, what kind of puppet?"

"Oh, I'm just casually glancing, don't care, good brother. ”

Ran Lu pretended to be magnificent: "Forget it, if I think those objects are all in the hearts of Taoist friends, I won't take away the love of Taoist friends, and it will hurt the emotions between our two brothers, so I should give a demonstration to Taoist friends first." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Wu Chen's reply, how to react, and walked forward by himself.

Just when Wu Chen and Ran Lu were betting on kung fu, two more monks stepped forward to try.

No accidents are all defeats.

When they saw Ran Lu come forward to try, the cynicists were in the majority, but there were also a few who hoped that this handsome young monk would come out on top and get off to a good start.

When Ran Lu walked up to the middle-aged monk with a stern face, Wu Chen caught the middle-aged monk's cold face, and a trace of trembling that was almost undetectable flashed.

"No wonder you want to bet with me, you dare to meet an old acquaintance. ”

Ran Lu first stretched out his hand and held the most expensive burgundy gourd-shaped artifact on sale.

Then the onlookers heard the middle-aged shopkeeper snort softly.

Many monks who watched the excitement were happy in their hearts, and what they couldn't get was naturally hoped that others would not be able to get it, so it could be considered "fair"

Ran Lu didn't care, and after picking up the gourd, he shook it gently, and the sound of wine swaying came out.

walked to the ear of the middle-aged shopkeeper and whispered something in his ear.

I didn't see any reaction from the middle-aged man, but Ran Lu waved his hand towards Wu Chen with a burgundy gourd on his face with a smile on his face.

Wu Chen was almost about to scold his mother, but he was curious for a moment why he, a good brother he met halfway, was so confident and slowly wanted to gamble with himself.

So I used some means to eavesdrop on it.

"Old Jiang, don't force me to complain to my aunt and grandmother. ”