Mingxilian is a tall boy, almost seventeen years old in age and Bai Xian, and his personality is quite cheerful, and his comprehensive scores are usually in the front.

At this time, he greeted Mu Xiaodie with a smile: "Hello, I am the hundredth disciple of Qianji Change. ”

"Hello, Mu Xiaodie, the one hundred and eleventh disciple of the Medicine Sect." Mu Xiaodie was born delicate, and when the other party greeted her, she smiled shyly, "For such a delicate girl as me, Ming Gongzi remembers to be merciful." ”

"Nature, nature." The details immediately patted his chest and said.

The smile on the corner of Mu Xiaodie's mouth deepened, and men would pity the jade.

When the light mask lit up, the details saw the question, not at all like the previous appearance of showing mercy to Mu Xiaodie's subordinates, and quickly began to pick up the herbs after analyzing the questions, quickly throwing the herbs into the alchemy furnace like a rough man, and then focused on practicing the pills.

Jokes, how could he be merciful.

In order to maintain her demeanor, Fluttershy slowly picks up the herb, as if to maintain her grace and beauty, and pins a strand of hair that falls from her sideburns behind her head, and her movements are gentle and soft.

All:......

What is she doing? It's a game, not a gesture.

Naturally, Fluttershy wanted to get the attention of that little gentleman.

Because of the high status of the doctor, she chose this profession, and she has a greater chance of marrying into your family.

The final result came out, Mu Xiaodie really lost a lot of time, and the quality of the elixir she practiced was better than that of her peers, but compared to the same excellent details of the same class, she had completely lost.

Mu Xiaodie slightly wrinkled her eyebrows, although she was very dissatisfied with the details of such a person with different mouths, but she did not show too much dissatisfaction, and said very generously: "Ming Gongzi won the little girl, and he deserves it." ”

"Alas, naturally, naturally, I let you go, but I didn't expect to win." The details even said nonsense, and the pity in his eyes did not seem to be fake.

This made Mu Xiaodie wonder if she was refining too hard? It wasn't until she stepped down that Luo Muqing told the truth, and Mu Xiaodie's teeth itched with anger.

The next game is the tenth day of the first ten years of the Thousand Machines Changing Ling Flawed Cloud against the Medicine Gate.

This is really fate, both of them are disciples of the previous session, and they both belong to the same session.

Last year, the two of them also matched, and Ling Fangyun failed miserably, but he didn't expect to be on the same again this year.

Mu Chushi was also in the group led by Wen Ruqing at the beginning, but he seemed to be lazy and always lay in the house to sleep, so Ling Bianyun hadn't seen him many times, and he didn't want to say hello when he did.

Mu Chushi wore a straw hat over his face, and the disciple next to him called him carefully: "Little Senior Brother, Little Senior Brother, it's your turn." ”

Wen Ruqing took his straw hat away, revealing a sleepy-eyed face.

Mu Chushi is very good-looking, with a pair of narrow eyes with a sense of tiredness, the bridge of his nose is high, and there is a beauty mole next to him in the corner of his eyes, and he wears a white sect uniform with a loose appearance.

"It's almost time for me, and I haven't slept enough." Mu Chushi opened his eyes before he stretched lazily and stood up from his seat.

Mu Chushi arrived at the test table and yawned.

"Thousands of machines have changed to the ninety-ninth disciple Ling Fangyun, we meet again." Ling Jinyun said slowly.

"Oh, Mu Chu ten." Mu Chu 10 directly registered, saving everything.

Mu Chushi glanced at Ling Fangyun, had they met? I don't know, she said she had met, she should have met.

The above questions slowly appeared, and the mask began to isolate outsiders.

What is Mu Chushi doing? He sat cross-legged on the floor, then leaned down and took out a pillow to prop his elbows and began to sleep.

Old Sect Master Luo had already reprimanded him so much that he didn't want to speak when he was in the sect.

It wasn't until Ling Bianyun began to become a pill that Mu Chushi began to pick up medicinal materials to alchemy, and everyone looked at his medicinal materials, good guy, he could directly practice the intermediate pill that an intermediate alchemist could only practice.

Although his speed was slow, his quality and level had already surpassed that of Ling Feiyun, who had yet to break through to the junior alchemist.

In this way, Mu Chu's ten victories are without suspense, and this is also the time when everyone thinks that Qin Plunder is against Wen Ruqing, everyone feels that he will definitely lose.

Because rank is inherently a hard injury.

You don't need to compare to know the ending.

That's what everyone thinks, Sang Li doesn't think so, senior alchemist, isn't he already a long time ago?

Mu Chushi opened his eyes gently, his face was light, but he was a little tired.

At halftime, we exited.

Mu Chushi left leisurely, picked up his straw hat and left, without him in the afternoon, then he would go to sleep.

Everyone went back to their resting grounds, but some small sects had no resting grounds, so they could only rest in their seats and wait for the afternoon session.

Sang Li and Qin Chuan were on their way back to Zaoling Pavilion.

In front of the Zaoling Pavilion, Lu Lushen waited for her alone.

Sang Li was puzzled: "This is?" "What?

"In Xialu, I want to learn the swordsmanship of Sect Master Sang." Lu Qi's eyebrows were indifferent, his attitude was detached and polite, his cold face was handsome, and he looked at her with a pair of eyes dotted with paint.

Sang Li thought about it for a moment and understood how he could appreciate swordsmanship from himself.

"I've been ...... a little lately" Sang Li doesn't want to fight now, and he has to refuse without thinking about it.

Lu Qishen silently handed over a bag of high-grade spirit stones.

Sang Li's words paused, she didn't mean that, it wasn't that she was a little tight lately......

She obviously wanted to say that her hands have been a little rusty lately, although it was just an excuse.

Lu Qishen thought that she didn't think it was enough, and then added another gold leaf.

Doesn't it mean that sword cultivators are relatively poor?

Sang Li had no choice but to say: "I haven't been free recently, next time." ”

"When is the next time?" Lu Qishen asked, the battle intent in his eyes was not concealed.

As a senior brother, Sang Li thinks he should be more sensible.

"Wait until the meeting is over." Sang Li said slowly, "And you also have to participate in the competition, so it doesn't consume physical strength?" ”

"Okay." Lu Yan indifferently dropped a word, and left with his sword again.

Sang Li's palm was held by the boy, and the boy just held her hand without saying anything.

Sang Li glanced at him and led him away.

"Ah Li, I'm so tired." The boy's low voice sounded behind her.

"I've been staying up late lately to make alchemy, so you're naturally tired, go back and rest first, and have a good game in the afternoon." Sang Li patted the back of his hand, looking like a good mother hurting her eldest son.

"It's not because of this." The young man half-lowered his eyes, and his voice was soft, harmless and soft.

"What's wrong?" Sang Li wondered.

"I like you so tired." His voice is soft but without any complaints, and it feels distressing to listen to people's ears.

He didn't cry, didn't make trouble, didn't ask for it, and looked at Sang Li calmly, without any blame, as if he was just telling a fact.

Sang Li was dumbfounded.

Then don't like it.

Sang Li wanted to say this, but she didn't know if it was right or not, it seemed that she was too open, as if she didn't care about the other party, so she didn't say it.

Because love is mutual, only one person keeps giving, and it will naturally be tired.

Lewen