"Who is that person? Why is he sitting next to Jiao Ye? Is it a new deacon?"

At noon, the miscellaneous disciples who rushed back to eat suddenly found that Deacon Jiao, who had always been arrogant and rude and had a big temper, actually sat next to a young man with a beautiful face.

And the fat man who had been black-faced and didn't seem to know what laughter was all about now smiled flatteringly, like a Shar Pei.

"Senior Brother Han, eat this. ”

Jiao Yang picked out something that looked like skin jelly, and put it in Han Lin's bowl with a smile on his face.

"This is the hoof tendon of a deer that lives in the nearby mountains, and this deer is called the bighorn deer, although it is not a spirit animal. However, absorbing the spiritual energy overflowing from the Lingyue Sect day and night, its meat is fresh and tender, and it melts in the mouth. ”

And this hoof tendon is even more precious, only take the hind tendon of the bighorn deer, because the hind hooves are the place of force, the hoof tendons are tougher, the bite tastes better, and long-term eating can enhance the strength of the muscles and bones. ”

"This thing is extremely precious, Senior Brother Rao does not have more reserves here, today in order to entertain Senior Brother Han, Senior Brother has made a lot of money. ”

Jiao Yang said intentionally or unintentionally, he is a smart person, and he naturally knows that the heavier the thing, the better, but like a long stream of water, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze.

Originally, Jiao Yang had no intention of taking out the hoof tendons of the bighorn deer to entertain Han Lin, after all, this thing was really very precious, and he only had less than two taels in his collection, and he was reluctant to eat it himself.

But just now, the first moment Jiao Yang saw Han Lin, he changed his mind. He saw the aura wrapped around Han Lin's body, not a vain aura, but a more condensed aura, which showed that Han Lin had already opened the first acupoint.

In just one morning, Han Lin not only successfully induced qi into his body, but also barely reached the first level of qi training.

This kind of talent, even in the entire Lingyue Sect, is extremely rare, although it is not as alarming the entire Lingyue Sect as Du Xiaomei, but it also makes Jiao Yanggao take a look.

"This little scholar is not just Du Xiaomei's concubine, but also a little bit of real learning. When the time comes, if he can become Ziyun Zhenren's apprentice, it will not be in vain for me to befriend him. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Jiao Yang's infinitely painful heart felt a little better.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Jiao Yang seemed to squeeze these words out of his teeth, causing Han Lin to look up, only to find that his expression was still the same, but there were some sweat stains on his forehead.

Han Lin only thought that he was hallucinating, and immediately picked out a piece of deer tendon, and as soon as this deer tendon was in his stomach, it was like a living thing, jumping around in his mouth, full of chewiness.

Although Han Lin is not a person who cares about the desire of the tongue, he can't help but feel that this thing is delicious and abnormally delicious at this moment, and the movement of the chopsticks is unconsciously a little faster.

For a while, the guests and hosts were happy, but they didn't know what kind of ghost they were carrying in their hearts.

The four ordinary miscellaneous disciples gathered around a table, and there were ordinary three dishes and one soup, tofu, green vegetables, and a plate of meat foam on the table.

Although it was much worse than what Han Lin had eaten, everyone didn't seem to have any opinions. Or if you have an opinion, you don't dare to put it forward.

Since they had all become miscellaneous disciples, they already understood that if there was no adventure, there would be no hope for the Immortal Sect in this life. But they don't want to go home like this, after all, even the smallest hope is hope.

And the longer they lived here, the more they understood that there was not much difference between the cultivation realm and the mundane realm, it was just whose strength was stronger. Jiao Yang is the soil emperor of the miscellaneous disciples, and no one has ever resisted him.

Among the miscellaneous disciples, there was a thin man with a red birthmark on his eye socket, he stared at Han Lin with hatred, his left hand clenched into a fist under the table, and his nails were deeply sunk into the flesh.

"Why!

The jealousy in his eyes was about to erupt, but he hid it well, and no one saw it.

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In the small pavilion on the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, a man in gold sat cross-legged in it, this man had a handsome face and a noble temperament, like a high emperor, and a word could decide life and death.

He ran the magic technique, and the glow flew behind him, and countless spiritual qi swallowed it, like an immortal who was about to become a flying immortal.

A powerful aura emanated from him, like ripples in a pond, spreading outward in a circle.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of golden light in his eyes, then he slowly got up, stroked the pavilion pillar, and turned to look down the mountain, without saying a word for a long time.

This person is Jin Zhifei, the disciple of the head of the Lingyue Sect.

"Jin Shao!"

The man in the black robe who stopped Du Xiaomei appeared behind him at some point, knelt down on one knee and saluted.

"Xiaomei is back?"

Jin Zhifei looked down at the churning sea of clouds, and asked calmly,

"Yes, Senior Sister Du is back,"

"That's right, I'll meet her!"

Jin Zhifei immediately turned around, took out a flying sword from his storage ring, and was about to leave.

"Still,"

The man in the robe stopped talking.

"But what, Li Han, is she injured or what's the matter? Damn, that mandrill really has hidden its strength!"

Jin Zhifei frowned, gritted his teeth and said,

"No, I have to go see her, I still have a recovery pill here to help her recover. ”

"Li Han, you also go with me. ”

"No, it's not!"

Seeing that Jin Zhifei was concerned about it, Li Han immediately explained,

"When Senior Sister Du came back, she also brought back a scholar. ”

"Nothing is fine, nothing is fine. ”

Jin Zhifei breathed a long sigh of relief, just now he thought that Du Xiaomei was injured, but fortunately it was a false alarm.

But in an instant, he frowned again and asked,

"What's this scholar's name, and where is he now?"

"According to the junior disciple's inquiry, this scholar's surname is Han, and his single name is Lin, and he is now at the miscellaneous disciples. ”

Li Han opened his mouth and said, he didn't need Jin Zhifei's orders, he had already found out clearly. After all, this Jin Shao likes Du Xiaomei very much.

"Han Lin, Han Lin, miscellaneous disciple. ”

Jin Zhifei closed his eyes and muttered a few words, and then, he opened his eyes with a breezy appearance.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a miscellaneous disciple, you go first, and I'll visit Xiaomei later." ”

Li Han said yes in his mouth, turned around and took off the sword and left.

And after Li Han left, Jin Zhifei didn't say anything for a long time, like a stone statue, his face was calm, and there was no joy or sorrow.

Suddenly, he shouted angrily, his right hand was clenched in the air, and an invisible spiritual power condensed, turning into a dragon shape, which was punched out by him with one palm, and the pavilion in front of him suddenly exploded.

The dragon-shaped aura did not lose its remaining strength, and directly rushed into the churning sea of clouds, knocking a hole in the sea of clouds.

After doing all this, Jin Zhifei took off his sword and flew straight towards Du Xiaomei's cave......