"That's a mistake!"

This break was like thunder and pulled Zhang Xiaofan back to reality, and he inadvertently realized that it was just such a moment, his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, and when he looked back, he saw Yunmo's expression faint, and he slowly walked into the tea stall.

"Senior Brother Yun!" Zhang Xiaofan looked back and saw that it was Yunmo who spoke, knowing that he had heard everything about it, his face couldn't help but turn pale, and his right hand subconsciously clutched the burning stick in his sleeve, but he inadvertently felt a trace of coldness - just like the trace of coldness when he sucked up the enemy, he suddenly remembered something, hurriedly let go of his hand, and his heartbeat continued to beat as Yunmo stepped into the tea stall step by step, and his heart was flustered. But at the same time, there was a faint hint of expectation, hoping that this powerful senior brother would be able to completely refute everything the middle-aged scribe said after "this is wrong".

Yunmo nodded at him, sat down at their table, asked for a bowl of herbal tea and poured a mouthful, put down the tea bowl and said slowly to Zhang Xiaofan, who was nervous: "Little junior brother, you don't have to worry too much. ”

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his pale and bloodless face was faintly rosy due to excitement, like a drowning person who had grasped the last life-saving straw, and asked eagerly: "Senior Brother Yun, what he said about me, my magic weapon"

Yunmo glanced at the burning stick that he took out and put on the table, but the words he said made Zhang Xiaofan's hot blood that had just risen suddenly fall, and he sat motionless at the table, he said, "What this gentleman said is true. ”

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan's eyes hollow, he sat still without saying a word, and he didn't realize that his nails had pulled out the blood stains in his palms. Yunmo shook his head, Rao is heart was also agitated and confused at this time, but he still deeply felt the hesitation and fear of the little boy on the side, as well as boundless trembling. Glimpsing the middle-aged scribe on the side silently picked up the tea bowl and tasted it carefully, as if this kind of mountain rough tea was a peerless famous product, his face showed a happy look, and Yunmo suddenly felt a breath in his chest: Shake my junior brother?

Zhang Xiaofan was hesitating helplessly and didn't know how to deal with himself, as if there were thousands of big bells ringing in his heart, shaking himself dizzy and bored, and he was extremely uncomfortable in his heart. At this time, he suddenly felt a warm palm on his shoulder, but he saw Yunmo looking at him fiercely, but his eyes contained many things that he couldn't read.

"Little junior brother, when you first went to Qingyun Mountain, I don't know how you felt when you saw those senior senior brothers' magic weapons crisscrossing the sky? When I was young, I was in danger in the wild, rescued by my master, and was fortunate enough to worship in the Qingyun Gate, and I was deeply impressed by my master's heroic posture of riding the wind to eliminate demons in the world, and secretly vowed to find a powerful magic weapon for myself, and in the future, I will sweep away all the demons, so unhappy! Little junior brother, I don't know if your mind back then was the same as mine?"

Zhang Xiaofan nodded: "I, I thought the same way back then." But he thought of his shallow knowledge at that time, and called the famous amber and vermilion silk a "red cloth belt", and he couldn't help but feel a little hot. Zhang Xiaofan was teased by Yunmo's words and recalled the scene of Qingyun at the beginning of the year, and his heart was very warm, although he had to face the master's reprimand and cold words from time to time, as well as the hard work of practicing both methods, but in his heart, he really thought that this was the happiest time in his life, and there was a slight trace of remembrance and embarrassment in his tone, which invisibly diluted the struggle and panic just now: "Qingyun is my home, no matter what, I have to go back to explain everything to the master, and wait for his old man to fall." ”

Yun Mo didn't know what he was thinking, and continued: "Now that you have such a powerful treasure, which can compete with the Tianya Divine Sword, why do you want to abandon it like a ghost?

"But, but my magic weapon" Zhang Xiaofan's face turned red, and he didn't know how to say it, the righteous path disciples were holding evil path holy soldiers, and spreading it would definitely cause an uproar.

"Senior brother, as you just said, there is no distinction between good and evil in magic weapons. When the heart is right, you can also practice chivalrous justice with such blood-devouring soul-devouring things, and if your heart is not right, you will also kill people with a divine weapon like Tianya. The so-called good and evil do not refer to the magic weapon, but to the person who indulges in the magic weapon. ”

"If it is known by others, such as the people in Tianyin Temple and Incense Valley, I am afraid that it will be difficult to deal with it, after all, you Qingyun have dominated the righteous path for thousands of years, and you have a big wind. He said this from the ten thousand people sitting on the side, who was still smiling and drinking tea, and his expression was flat. But Zhang Xiaofan, who had just been dispelled by Yunmo's panic, panicked again, Qingyun had an extremely lofty status in his heart, and he never wanted to damage the reputation of the sect because of himself.

Yunmo looked at the ten thousand people who were drinking water as if nothing had happened, and there was a faint hint of evil in his eyes, in addition to the dissatisfaction with this old boy and the old god making trouble on the ground, there was more of a bit of disappointment that was ignored - he has been called a peerless genius since he was a child, his fortune is profound, his cultivation is superb, and he has been inherited by the heavenly court, and the divine weapon armor is in his hand, and he is also handsome, chic, tall and mighty, but why are you all one by one, from Lu Xueqi, Baguio, and then to this tens of thousands of people, there is only Zhang Xiaofan, an unlucky child in his eyes, completely ignoring his existence, how can he not be disappointed.

Originally, with Yunmo's current surname, he could laugh at all of this, but he was not even upset, especially after he had just met Baguio, who had grown up, and at this time his mood was full of fluctuations, and he never imagined that it would be necessary to be this look

At this time, the 10,000 people who incarnated as middle-aged scribes sat aside as if watching a monkey show, and the results of his hard work for a long time were turned into ashes in a few words, and it was faintly revealed that he didn't have to pay attention to Zhang Xiaofan, but he didn't pay attention to him, and the long-suppressed competitive spirit in Yunmo's heart flowed in his body, and there was only one thought in his mind - to prove himself in front of the Ghost King Sect Master and the three Baguio women who were watching here from afar!

At that moment, he said loudly to Zhang Xiaofan: "Little junior brother, what do you think we Qingyun have occupied the position of the leader of the righteous path for more than a thousand years?"

Zhang Xiaofan was startled by his suddenly stern tone, and he was speechless.

Maybe he didn't say it, but because he had already vaguely guessed the answer to this question, he hesitated and didn't dare to spit it out.