Chapter 555: The Big Four (Part II).

"Okay, you two usually stay in the mountain, forget it. Is it time for you to quarrel? It's not too small, pay attention to the next occasion!Yan'er, Zhu Jiuqian is so old with you, and his martial arts cultivation is much higher than you, don't you know how to respect it?" Just as Elder Murong was approaching the limit of the outburst, Dilaka, who had not spoken, finally spoke.

As soon as the words fell, Murong Yan's Yuan Force fluctuations suddenly collapsed, and after giving Zhu Jiuqian a blank look, he snorted coldly and returned to his serious expression.

Seeing this, Zhu Jiuqian hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Dilaka, don't say it so seriously, it's not good for me, my childlike heart is too heavy, hehe..."

He smiled honestly, looked at Murong Yan apologetically, and said with some surprise, "It's strange, in previous years, even the dean, who usually can't see his figure, would come out when he was born, why didn't he come this year..."

"That's true. Shan Qiuchen suddenly seemed to remember something, and said with a wry smile, "Lord Dean's cultivation is too high, even if it has been in previous years, it is difficult to feel his existence unless you see it with your own eyes." ”

After saying that, Shan Qiuji, Zhu Jiuqian, and Murong Yan began to look around. Dilaka coughed dryly and said, "You don't have to look for it, it's like this, there are a few terrifying old guys in the mountain, and the dean is with them, so this year's welcome will not come." But nine thousand, you have to pay more attention to a little guy named Xiaohu and Tashan after the meeting, if nothing else, these two little guys will become your direct students, as for accepting apprentices, you can consider it yourself when the time comes. ”

"Scary old fellow?" Murong Yan muttered.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say, hurry up, don't let this year's freshmen wait. Dilaca rolled his eyes, dropped a sentence, and the whole person went straight into the air, leaving the three people behind him and the dozens of people who were members of the mountain to look at each other.

"What! Brother is so long-winded!" Murong Yan snorted and gritted his teeth and chased after him.

"Tashan, Xiaohu, Recruiting Apprentices, It's a bit messy..."Zhu Jiuqian pinched his chin and smiled, then glanced at Shan Qiujian, signaled the dozen or so people behind him to follow him, and swept towards Mu Chen and the others......

At the same time, in the Holy Sepulchre Mountain, a very hidden small bamboo forest sits a very monotonous bamboo house, this house is not big, but it has everything, at the door of the pavilion with a white square cloth written on a "Wu" word, the handwriting is scribbled, crooked, at first glance ugly, but the careful taste but makes people feel mysterious and mysterious, as for what it wants to express, people who understand it know.

And now, there happened to be a figure shrouded in black mist standing in front of this square cloth staring at it, and if it weren't for the intuitive view, you would hardly feel the slightest breath of this person. Even if you see this person very really, there will be a subconscious that immediately forgets about him.

"Long time no see..."

An ethereal and old voice came from the bamboo house with the sound of staggering footsteps, and soon, a white-haired old man in ragged clothes, barefoot, and open breasts walked out of it.

Looking at the old man's Mo Yang, the black figure shrouded in the fog frowned tightly, and said two words in a hoarse and piercing voice that seemed to be silent.

"Nameless?"