"Why did Ao Yue suddenly yell? Could it be that she was hungry?"

"Get your brain, he is not Taotie."

"Tiangou is crazy for no reason, and I don't know if Xuan Tie can restrain him. If the sect leader is not there, the consequences of him escaping are unimaginable."

"Fortunately, Xianjun Shen has entered the realm of Transformation of Gods. When Ao Yue sees him, he must be afraid of him."

"I never thought that one day I would put my hope on Shen Xianjun."

At this time, the sound of being given high hopes was inexplicably sunk. After searching for a way, I finally found someone on the banks of Juechun River.

Zhou Xuanlan sat cross-legged on the cool stone, facing the slowly flowing river water, and countless spiritual energy gathered from all directions, forming a faint white mist around his body.

Seeing the breath behind him, Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes immediately, and the sword beside him sounded like a warning.

He turned around.

The boy in blue had a green lotus leaf covered his head, and he grabbed a piece of gravel in his hand, throwing it away all the time, and raising his eyes and smiling at him. The two small dimples that were inadvertently exposed were particularly well-behaved and charming.

"This is a good place to enjoy the cool air. If you are lazy in the future, take me one."

As soon as I opened my mouth, my obedient appearance became shattered.

Zhou Xuanlan pursed her lips and said coldly: "Disciple is practicing, not being lazy."

As the sound of the sinking sound approached, he was not as tall as the stone that Zhou Xuanlan had sitting on. He stretched out his hand depressedly, his cuffs were light and he exposed his arms like a small jade lotus root.

"Take me, my teacher wants to go up."

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyes, glanced at his wrist, which looked very thin and weak, and jumped down helplessly.

"Disciple is rude."

As he said that, he hugged the sinking sound onto the cold stone.

"The sunshade leaves fell," the sinking sounded standing firmly on the stone, looking down at the lotus leaves falling on the ground.

Zhou Xuanlan picked it up and his eyes suddenly condensed.

The leaves are faintly red, which are lotus leaves growing in Wuwang Valley.

Rebirth Cliff is a place of punishment, and Wuwang Valley is a place of imprisonment. Ao Yue, who was captured back to the sect, was locked up there. Thinking of the Tiangou who was still howling at this time, Zhou Xuanlan said incrediblely: "Ao Yue is furious, and it is related to the master."

Chen Liuxiang took the leaves and covered his head with an innocent look on his face: "I lost a bone for him and did nothing else."

Zhou Xuanlan: “…”

He could understand why Ao Yue screamed so hard that she was so hoarse.

This move is a complete humiliation.

"Master shouldn't be angry with Ao Yue. Although the Xuan Iron Chain has a ban added by the sect leader, as time goes by, the binding power will become weaker and weaker. The sect leader is no longer there now. If Ao Yue breaks out in anger, the sect will not escape the disaster."

The sinking sounded: "So serious?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "Every sentence is true."

Chen Liuxiang's expression changed slightly, and he grabbed his disciple's sleeve, "Then run away quickly, otherwise Ao Yue escaped, and you will be the sinner of the sect!"

Zhou Xuanlan: "?"

What does this matter have to do with him? Why did he become a sinner?

The Shenliuji looked faint and his eyes fell on his apprentice, "I got lost because I was looking for you. Then I ran into Ao Yue, and then I couldn't help but lose my bones, which eventually caused the Tengu to be furious, so..."

So... is this pot his?

Zhou Xuanlan was stunned.

Shen Liuji comforted, "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

For the first time, Zhou Xuanlan had the idea of ​​bullying his master and destroying his ancestors. He endured it and moved his lips gently: "This place allows Master Yu to enjoy the cool air, and the disciples will find another place to practice."

He turned around and wanted to leave, but a slight resistance came from his cuff.

The sinking sound pulled very lightly, and the force was so small that he could leave it aside with a wave of his hand, "I've looked for you for an afternoon."

Zhou Xuanlan paused slightly: "What are you doing when you look for a disciple?"

"Senior brother asked me to practice more spells to restore my true body, but I forgot many spells. After thinking about it, I can only find you, but..."

The soft and soft milk sound was filled with a little sobbing.

"You use a piece of wood to perfunctory me."

Zhou Xuanlan's face froze. When he heard sobs behind him, he suddenly became panicked, "No, I have no intention of this."

After thinking about it carefully, he was indeed too much.

When the master needs him, he avoids everything and does not fulfill his disciple's responsibilities.

The young man lowered his head slightly and felt regretful: "No matter what the Master has to give, the disciples should be responsible for it."

After the words came to an abrupt end.

The sound of the sound of the sunken smiled and the eyes were curved, and a row of white teeth appeared between the lips: "That's great, let's start practicing with low-level spells now."

Zhou Xuanlan realized something was wrong, turned around and took a look, "..."

There was not even a trace of tears on his face.

After not seeing Zhou Xuanlan in the past half month, Ling Jinye was extremely puzzled and was ordered by Ling Hua not to go to Chaoyun Peak. "What do you think Master and the others do mysteriously?"

Lingmushan: "I don't know."

Ling Jinye speculated: "Is it for the Holy Ming Fruit?"

This fruit was most likely to fall into Shen Liuji's hands, but he had entered the realm of Transformation of God and was no longer suitable. Both immortals did not need spiritual fruits, and the candidates were only a few elders of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Ling Jinye said whatever he thought: "Who do you guess the sect leader will give the spirit fruit to?"

"Master returns to the sect in the evening, so you might as well ask him when he is here." The two of them held a broom on the stone bridge leading to the outside world on Yeming Peak, and slowly swept away the fallen leaves.

Ling Jinye smiled angrily.

Although the sect leader has always been gentle, his majesty is still there, and anyone who has to behave properly in front of him.

"Hope is Su Zhenren," he sighed, "for the sake of saving the disciples in the sect, the Holy Ming Fruit may help him at all."

After driving away the last fallen leaf, Ling Mushan raised his head and smiled faintly: "There are many disciples in the sect who have the same ideas as you, and I think the master will fulfill it."

Bang!

There was a loud bang above Yun Peak.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and there was only a pile of powder left on the ground. The sinking sounded and exclaimed: "What a powerful force, how did this charm be made."

"Just an ordinary detonation talisman," Zhou Xuanlan threw away the dull talisman and took out several more from the storage bag. "Master, please remember the magic trick."

These days, the sound of the sinking sound entangled Zhou Xuanlan taught him various magic, starting from the basics. Fortunately, he has a good understanding and can learn it by reading it after reading it. In just half a month, he learned a low-level magic.

Moreover, the spiritual power suppressed the demon poison during repeated operation, causing the body to get hot.

A drop of sweat fell from the corner of his forehead, and threw the detonation talisman into the air, and the pinch technique knocked away the spiritual power. With a "boom", the explosion sounded a little more than before.

He exhaled a long sigh, squatted on the ground, picked up the sweet orange and bit it, "Let's get here for today."

"Disciple leaves."

"etc……"

Zhou Xuanlan felt that it was not good, and he had never had a good thing to do when he stayed. He just pretended that he hadn't heard it, but unfortunately he didn't take a few steps and the jade pendant on his waist forced him back.

"I have a small wish."

Zhou Xuanlan showed a look of vigilance on his face: "The disciple has a meager ability and may not be able to help his master."

The sinking sound said to himself: "I want to take a look at the Holy Fruit."

He wants to move it.

Everyone in the sect knows that the Holy Ming Fruit is placed in the Wenxing Tower, but no one can spy on it. The Wenxing Tower is where the Qingling Sect place treasures. It is very vigilant and has magic circles around it. Even the Nascent Soul Realm monks are difficult to enter.

Zhou Xuanlan: "Master is better to give up the idea. Even if you pass the patrol disciple level, the Master of the Magic Formation will not be able to break it."

The sound of the sinking sound: "The master cannot break it, but the disciple can."

Silence was falling all over the place.

The elder who was responsible for setting up the large and small magic arrays in the sect died half a year ago. Before his death, he passed on his life's learning to the last disciple he met.

This disciple is Zhou Xuanlan.

Now the elders in charge of the magic circle come to ask him some questions from time to time.

This is not a secret, and everyone in the sect knows it.

Zhou Xuanlan said expressionlessly: "If there is no order from the sect leader, you will never open the magic circle."

The tiny light flashed in the sinking eyes, and he looked at him with a gaze: "I'll go in and take a look. I won't touch anything. Take me in."

Zhou Xuanlan's face was cold and his stance was particularly firm: "It's impossible!"

After saying that, he added cruelly: "Even if Master really cries this time, it's useless."
To be continued...