"Senior Brother Wang Xu?"

Who is it?

Mo Xuan squinted his eyes and thought about this question, with his understanding of Lin Jiang, he knew that this person would not be untargeted. It is impossible for a person who has no use value to be sold well.

Could it be him? His heart moved, remembering the rumor he had heard in the past few days.

To help or not to help this little favor?

He scratched his head, smiled evilly, and took his two younger brothers to the side of the cool young man who was beaten by Zhang Xiaoyan and couldn't see clearly.

After Gongsun Hanli's domineering trouble, many people came to watch the excitement, and the three Mo brothers were one of the small groups.

"Let Jean, let me see Senior Brother Wang Xu," he picked up the young man, looked at it carefully a few times, and then picked him up and put him on the back of his second brother, who was as tall as a hill.

A pair of eagle-like eyes searched around the field, unfortunately did not find the initiator, and when his eyes swept over Lin Jiang, who was like a wounded lone wolf and did not allow anyone to approach, he said to the old man with a wooden face:

"Take him with you."

It is not easy to get acquainted, there are a total of 800 blue-clothed disciples of the Chonghua Sect who have cultivated above the fourth level of Qi cultivation, belonging to the five peaks, and many of them have not met once for ten or eight years.

The third child of the Mo family, the young man who still retains a bit of childishness on his face and is only known as the third child, stepped forward and directly slashed the person with a knife and carried it on his shoulder.

Over there, under the bloody canopy of the sun, a group of people looked at the blue and disappeared sky, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time, and even Uncle Mingyan's lecture became boring.

"It's really worthy of being the eldest lady of the sect, at first I thought it was an elder of the sect, and I couldn't get used to seeing Lin Jiang teach him a lesson." A blue-shirted disciple made a gesture of longing.

Another blue-shirted disciple excitedly echoed: "Yes, yes, in terms of strength, the eldest lady should be the strongest of the younger generation!" ”

"Of course, they are the best ice spirit roots." Another blue-shirted disciple said proudly, as if he was saying that he himself was a top-grade ice spirit root.

Someone else asked, "Do any of you know what that blue magic weapon is?" ”

、、、、、、

"Brothers and sisters are polite, meeting is fate, I am Heming Peak Rong Qi.

The eldest lady's natural resources are something we can't envy. As the saying goes, 'Linyuan envy fish is better than returning home to weave nets', diligence can make up for clumsiness, as long as we wait for diligent cultivation, we will definitely succeed in cultivation in the future, and naturally we can also fight with a sword.

In addition to talent and diligence, our cultivation of immortals also pays attention to personal wealth and wealth, and the worse the talent, the more dependent on these four are, but the monthly offerings of the sect are limited after all."

A group of blue-shirted disciples were listening with relish, and the string in their hearts was stirred by Rong Qi, but unexpectedly, this kind-faced senior brother turned out to be a broken dog, and he didn't say anything when he was talking, and he happened to be stuck in the place that everyone was most concerned about.

"Why didn't Senior Brother Rong say it?"

"Senior Brother Rong continues"

"How do we solve the problem of the limited monthly offerings of the sect?"

"Brothers, it's not that you don't want to talk about it, but this place is really not a place to talk, let's go to the Xinghualou in Hanjiang City to drink and chat, what do you think?"

"Good!"

"I'm going!"

"Count me in!"

"Go together, go together!"

"Xinghualou walks!"

At that moment, everyone didn't listen to any uncle's preaching, so they called friends and accompanied them, and more than a dozen people flew towards Hanjiang City outside the Dragon Scale Mountain Range with flying swords.

......

"Where did you go? It's hard for me to find. ”

Mingxin pulled Xue Hua, who was curiously observing the dynamics of the audience with his two eyes, to his side, looked carefully, and saw that she was not hurt anywhere, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xue Hua put aside his doubts about the convulsions of the system, pointed in the direction of the sea of flowers and replied instead of words, and peeked at Sister Mingxin's face with a weak heart.

Seeing that Mingxin's face was only concerned and not gloomy, Xue Hua was slightly relieved.

And Mingxin saw that Xue Hua looked like he was wrong, and he didn't say anything about the prepared preaching, and pulled her through the chaotic crowd to a place where there were fewer people.

"Sister Mingxin, what's wrong with them?"