The Shen Liuji was frightened, and the long eyelashes suffocated in the air, grabbed the hand covering his mouth, and pulled a gap hard.

"Don't talk nonsense for now, the rumors you heard may be different from what I heard."

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes looked dark and faint: "Is that true?"

He attached himself to Shen Liuxiang's ear and whispered: "What I heard is that in the bone washing spring, my master was so desperate that he was almost fainting."

“How is the difference between Master listening?”

Warm breath sprayed on the ears, and as the words fell, a blush jumped up from behind the white ears.

I don’t know if it was because of the breath that was heated or because of the speech.

"Why do you still admit it? These are obviously nonsense." The sound of the ears were hot, and even the whole body felt hot. The person behind him wanted to get out of the person behind him, but his waist was wrapped tighter.

"I've explained it," Zhou Xuanlan bit to death, "it's true."

He frowned and was about to be angry and upright the master's majesty, he heard a voice transmission: "Disciple is helping the master."

He was stunned, his eyes fell on Ning Runxin, whose face was gloomy, and it seemed that he would not give up easily.

"That's not OK," Chen Liuyun's attitude was firm.

When he got involved with his disciple, he was still in his face, let alone how could his disciple help his master clean up the mess, and his reputation was lost.

"Why not," "No, anyway."

"Enough!"

A cold shout interrupted the conversation between the master and the apprentice as if no one was around.

When the disciples of the Sword Sect heard the familiar voice, their hearts stuttered. They felt something was wrong. The moment they looked, they shook their bodies together.

"Sect, Sect Master!"

Oh no, why did the sect leader look unhappy? Could it be...

Lan Xiaosheng had a cold face, his eyes lingering repeatedly between Zhou Xuanlan and Shen Liuxiang, his brows frowned and frowned.

"It's so kind to hug me in public,"

Qingling's disciples were not under his control, and Lan Xiaosheng looked at Ling Ye, "Sect Master Ling, you should advise the disciples in the sect to pay more attention to their words and deeds."

Ling Ye curled his lips and smiled gently: "It was the disciples of the sect who caused the trouble first."

Lan Xiaosheng glanced at Ning Runxin, Ye Bingran, Zhao Lin and others, and was silent for a while, and said in a tone of regret: "Everyone will go back to practice, anyway, you only know how to practice swords."

Ye Bingran saluted: "Yes, Master."

Lan Xiaosheng looked at his eldest disciple with an impatient look and felt even more angry. He cursed himself with a secret curse, swaying his sleeves and ignoring him, and striding away.

He returned to the peak alone, stood under an ancient sycamore tree, from day to night, and finally sighed, "Linlang, I don't think it's good."

The night sky is shining with stars.

Lan Xiaosheng sat cross-legged and took out several dark stones from his arms. His spiritual power activated. The runes appeared on it, and the slight emitting light echoed the stars in the sky.

He used astrology and swung the black stone with his slender fingers, and he did not pause for several hours.

Until a certain moment, the black stone in the center shattered from the inside and turned into powder.

Lan Xiaosheng's face turned pale, he vomited blood, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Early the next morning, Shen Fuji curled up in the quilt, sleeping soundly, Shen Bubu snored and slept beside him.

The door creaked open and came into the room with many whispers.

The sound of the sinking sound opened his sleepy eyes, and a face that was extremely cold broke into his sight.

He was so shocked that he was completely sleepy and sat up suddenly.

Lan Xiaosheng came to the edge of the bed, put his palm on Shen Liuxiang's head, and rubbed his soft and messy hair, "Get up, I have something to ask you."

The sound of the sinking sound blinked, with a look of confusion on his face.

Lan Xiaosheng pointed to Ye Bingran, who was standing aside, with cold air scattered all over his body, "My disciple has been trapped in the Nascent Soul Realm for a long time. You have entered the God Transformation Realm. Why not teach him some experience."

Question marks appeared on Shen Liuji's face, and he shook his head without hesitation.

Teaching Ye Bingran to practice? It’s absolutely impossible.

One is the past that is hard to describe, the second is that he has nothing to teach, otherwise he would have taught Zhou Xuanlan early, and the third is...

"One thousand spirit stones a day," Lan Xiaosheng raised his index finger.

Chen Liuqiu clasped his hand into a fist and pressed it against his lips and coughed lightly, "Actually, it's not impossible."

Lan Xiaosheng's smile became deeper.

The sinking sounded and tied up the black hair, put on the clothes, and happened to run into Zhou Xuanlan when he went out.

"Where are you going?" This is the time when you are sleeping.

Chen Liujiu looked at him, and his heart moved. When the Sword Sect came, Zhou Xuanlan did not fall behind in his practice, but it was not easy to find a long-term and pure land in a strange land. I heard that he had to change many places to meditate and practice in a day.

"I'll go and inquire first," Chen Liuxiang shook the green jade on his waist, "If the location is good, I'll call you."

Ye Bingran practiced in Chuhantan, surrounded by bamboo forests on all sides, full of spiritual energy and very quiet.

The moment the sound of the sinking sound entered, it shivered with coldness.

Ye Bingran was standing cross-legged on the ground, facing the pool water, and heard the rustling sound behind him. Except for his frown, his whole body remained motionless.

The sinking sounded "Oh".

Ye Bingran ignored it.

The sound of the slump was holding his arms, and the cold air rose from the soles of his feet, making his voice tremble.

"I don't have anything to teach you. I guess you don't want to be taught by me. Let's discuss it. Let's spend a day together. Then you will get three hundred spirit stones. What's the matter?"

Ye Bingran opened his eyes and looked back at him: "You really came for the spirit stone."

Shen Liujiu squatted on the ground and whispered: "Otherwise."

He raised his eyebrows, suddenly realized something, and laughed out loud: "You don't think I'm still in love with you, so you're here."

Ye Bingran pursed his lips and refused to say anything, and he really thought so.

"Then look at me," Shen Liu said.

Ye Bingran frowned and raised his eyes.

In his sight, the handsome young man smiled, raised his fingers and said in a casual tone: "I swear that if I have any love for you, I will let the thunder strike..."

"No need." Ye Bingran interrupted.

Monks should not swear at will.

Will work.

"I believe you." Ye Bing Ran sighed inwardly. It seemed that he had figured it out, it was so good.

I've been really annoyed over the years.

"So, what do you think I proposed earlier?"

The sound of the ice hands rubbed, and the discussion was angrily, "At worst, I can take a step back and I will give you four hundred spirit stones."

Ye Bingran: "Are you very poor?"

A dignified monk in the God Transformation Realm compromised with people for a mere thousand spirit stones, and he would definitely be laughed at if he spread it out.

As soon as he said that, he found the Shen Liujiu's eyes were faint and stared at him, "I'm poor, but I'm too poor, I don't have a single spirit stone."

Ye Bingran was stared at and felt uncomfortable, "Selling some elixirs and magical tools, I remember you have a lot of treasures of heaven, spirit, earth."

Shen Liujiu pulled the corner of his mouth: "Didn't it all hit you?"

"I've never received the same magic weapon as you." Ye Bingran's face changed slightly. "I've never received any magic weapon."

Chen Liuxiang shook his head and sighed, "Your sect has an insider who took my things and said he would help you hand them over, but he ended up losing both people and money."

Ye Bingran said coldly: "Who is so bold?"

"I don't remember."

Ye Bingran was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "I also have something to ask, why do you always know my whereabouts."

After staying by the cold pond for a while, the cheeks seemed to have ice, and the chin was swaying. "Someone informed me, don't ask who it is, I don't know."

Ye Bingran pondered himself.

The sinking sound retreated into the bamboo forest, making the surroundings warmer.

He planned to call Zhou Xuanlan, the spiritual energy here is several times that of the outside world, and it is quiet and quiet, and it is definitely a good place to practice.

While urging his spiritual power, he asked loudly: "I'll call someone, don't mind."

"who?"

"My apprentice."

Ye Bingran was silent for a moment, "A little."
To be continued...