Chapter Eighty-Three: I Hit My Stomach (Part 2)

Hearing this, Elder Mo looked at the smug look on the old face of his rival opposite, and his face twitched, and he was a little depressed.

Just now, he was half a step slower, allowing his rival to speak first, and now letting him speak out in agreement with the other party's statement is really a bit of a loss of his own momentum.

Fighting spirit is fighting spirit, and it is impossible for him to talk nonsense on this matter with his conscience, so he finally reluctantly said: "This kid is good." ”

An Jingshuo smiled slightly when he heard this, although this Uncle Mo didn't say it explicitly, but he obviously thought that what the kid said was credible. Case......

"It seems that there are no doubts about the authenticity of this matter. Then we're going to have to deal with it. ”

An Jingshuo first set the tone with a word, and then continued: "Everyone, what Wu Jiaoxi said before is not unreasonable, maybe it is exaggerated, but ...... Be prepared. ”

"From today on, you need to pay more attention to the movements of the disciples in the courtyard, and secretly identify whether there are really people who are confused.

The black-clothed disciples are mainly responsible for the teachings, and you are also familiar with your own disciples, so it shouldn't be difficult to do this, after all, that kind of transformation is only in appearance, and other aspects are not traceless. ”

"Yes, Master."

Numerous teachings and practices are respectfully admonished. They were originally responsible for teaching the black-clothed disciples martial arts cultivation, and this matter was indeed not difficult.

"As for the gray-clothed disciple...... "An Jingshuo really has a headache."

So where is it loose, there is no management at all, right?!

The gray-clothed disciples of the Martial Academy were originally in a free-range state, as long as they didn't kill people and set fires in the courtyard at will, or forcibly break into the major halls, no one paid attention to them at all.

Seeing An Jingshuo hesitate a little, the elders also looked at each other, which was really difficult to deal with.

"In this case, let's leave it to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, and try it out when they receive the Blood Essence Pill or take the task. Elder Wang, how to operate it will be up to you Miscellaneous Affairs Hall to discuss. ”

"Yes, Master." Elder Wang, who was in charge of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, was also helpless, so he had to take over this errand. There is no way, their Miscellaneous Affairs Hall is indeed the institution that has the most contact with the gray-clothed disciples.

"Okay, that's it, Wu Jiaoxi stays, and the others disperse."

After everyone dispersed, An Jingshuo ordered: "Take out the corpse." ”

"Yes."

Wu Jiaoxi took out the corpse that was still drenched in blood from his storage ring, and even the blood had not completely congealed.

Seeing that the ground of this quaint hall was about to be soaked in blood, An Jingshuo stretched out his right hand, and the void grabbed it and controlled it and hovered in the air.

Looking at this scene, Wu Jiaoxi's eyes were full of awe, which was the natural emotion of the weak when facing the strong.

Looking at the corpse in front of him, An Jingshuo was also a little helpless, this was the second time he had come into contact with this corpse, but even with his ability, he didn't see the slightest valuable clue.

Aside from its unusual appearance, this corpse is a pure human race, and does not have the kind of bloodline that the "extraterritorial demons" have.

Waving his hand to put away the corpse, An Jingshuo said, "Okay, you can go too." ”

"Yes, Master."

"Master, do you need me to go to Jiangbei?" After there were only two people left in the main hall, Uncle Wang opened his mouth to inquire.

"No, that kid shouldn't be a big problem. However, I was a little surprised that he was able to complete the fire refining so quickly. An Jingshuo shook his head and rejected Uncle Wang's proposal, and then sighed again.

"Yes, I didn't expect that when I brought him to the hospital, I asked him to renovate "Qingyang Nine Refining" because I wanted him to hone his foundation well......" Uncle Wang was also a little embarrassed when he heard this.

"Hehe, let's see what happens in the future, the last person in the courtyard to complete the fire refining method is still the little guy from Lieshan, right?"

"Yes, but it took him two years."

"Hehe, this is interesting, I remember that the little guy in Lieshan was stubborn and arrogant."

"Elder Suiwei......"

"Haha, that's right. Okay, you stay for now, I'll go and see the sect master. ”

"Yes."

An Jingshuo immediately left the main hall and rose directly into the air, heading towards the direction of the Qingyang Sect Master Peak.

Lin Chenxing, who was on the way down the mountain, suddenly felt it, and when he looked back, he saw a cyan figure shooting out from the top of the peak, flying in the air in the southwest direction.

"Holy!" Wu Xiaobao also found this figure with Lin Chenxing's sight, and was immediately excited.

"See? See? That's the head of the courtyard, I've seen it before, it must be him. ”

"Well, I see, the color of the clothes is right, it should be the head of the courtyard." Lin Chenxing said calmly.

"Huh? Oh, forgot, you just met you by the Lord, really, you didn't let me in!"

Wu Xiaobao was a little angry, thinking that he Wu Xiaobao was also a man of the year back then, and the guards actually didn't let him enter the hall, which was really annoying.

However, he, Wu Xiaobao, has never been a person who holds grudges, and in an instant, he found a point to show off.

"Senior Brother Lin, do you want to know what realm the martial arts cultivation of the Sect of Masters is?" The little fat man said with a smile, with a smug face, and almost wrote the big words 'Ask me quickly, let me pretend to be a force'.

Lin Chenxing glanced at him with a smile, and then walked past him in stride, and said at the same time: "I don't want to!" ”

Wu Xiaobao: "You ......"

"What's the situation? Is it so hard to pretend to be a force? The little fat man wailed in his heart.

"You really don't want to know?"

"I don't want to!"

“……”

"Senior brother, will I tell you about it?"

"No!"

"Why?"

"Because I know."

"You know? What do you know? ”

"I know what realm the Courtyard is."

"Impossible! You can't go up to the second floor of the Zangwu Pavilion, how do you know! ”

"Standing Dao Realm!" Lin Chenxing didn't explain anymore, and directly threw out the answer.

When Wu Xiaobao heard this, he finally became dumb. But soon, Lin Chenxing understood that he still underestimated the fat man's perseverance.

"How do you know? Doesn't make sense? ”

"By the way, what are they looking for you to do? Isn't that the thing? ”

"You ......"

"Bang!" Lin Chenxing forced the door of the small courtyard shut, and only then did he block Wu Xiaobao's goods from the door.

"Damn, you hit me in the stomach! That's how you treat your brother? ”

Lin Chenxing: "......"

Everyone else hit the nose first, but this guy actually hit the stomach first......

This guy's words are no less than Shi Sancai's in the past, and as the two become more and more acquainted, the frequency of this guy's speech is still increasing. Although the figures of these two people are very different, their personalities are really not much different.

"Sancai, Sister Jun......"

Thinking of these former faces, the wry smile on Lin Chenxing's face gradually converged.

"Wait! Wait a minute......"