Chapter 523 (2/2)
The fourth elder martial brother's west wind is withered. The fifth elder martial brother's poem is full of vitality. Both of them shine at the same time. Then, two extremely bad and obscene eyes fall on the little fat Zhen Bucai. The little fat Zhen Bucai's whole body trembles, which is a fluster without any reason.
”Hey, Third Elder martial brother, what about me?” No trace face was full of smile, and asked the Third Elder martial brother water in a gentle voice.
”Cackle, don't worry. In a few days, the elder master will return to the mountain! As for your next arrangement, everything will be decided after elder martial brother comes back! ” Before the Third Elder martial brother shuimerciless reply, a burst of silver bell like laughter came out leisurely. Feng Feifei, the second elder martial sister, spoke in person. Although Wu trace had doubts in her heart, she couldn't speak again.
In the middle of the night, all the students of the library returned to their thatched cottage. And Wuchen sits on the bed with his knees crossed, and the universe in his body will speed up. Every thatched house in the Sutra Pavilion of the academy has the power of restraint, which conceals the true realm of cultivation in the thatched house.
After three days in a row, Wu Chen has completely consolidated his cultivation. Today, no trace has reached the realm of cultivation in the later stage of the infant soul realm. After being refined by the exquisite pagoda, no trace's combat power at this time is absolutely beyond the reach of his peers.
The fourth day, no trace. Aftershock. Shuangshuang came out of the room. Two people all over seem to have the air of endless Xuanli, quietly looking at several extremely familiar indifferent figures opposite.
In the thatched cottage where little fat Zhen Bucai lived, the mysterious force of ancient and simple momentum rose. The momentum released by little fat Zhen Bucai was surprisingly powerful, and even loomed close to the strength of the war leader who transformed the soul into emperor.
”Cackle, sixth younger martial brother, tell elder martial sister how much debt you still have outside. These days, how many girls have wanted to meet you... ”Feng Feifei, the second elder martial sister, flashed a touch of fun in her eyes and asked softly, staring at the pretty face of no trace.”Cough, I have only one girlfriend, and I still have no whereabouts. As for other women, they are just red skeletons! ” Traceless extremely unnatural smile, is to give everyone an account.
”Hey, second elder martial sister, is there any beauty who asked me?” In the distance, the door of the thatched cottage is wide open. Little fat Zhen Bucai licks his face, rubs his hands and looks forward to the second elder martial Sister Feng Feifei.
”Cluck, outside disciple Hua Lei. Li qiangshui. Er Nu did come to visit you two. However, the rest of the people who came here were all the core disciples of the nine halls of the inner gate. ” The second elder martial Sister Feng Feifei's laughter rang like a silver bell again, and she also intended to add a lot to the tone of the words of the core disciples of the inner gate of the ninth hall.
”Hey, it's Lei Lei and Ruoshui. No wonder! But what is the reason for the core disciples of the ninth hall to find the no trace elder brother? ” The little fat man Zhen Bucai's chubby face showed a hint of thinking and asked in a suspicious voice.
”The Sutra Pavilion of the academy has the rules of the Sutra Pavilion! If the disciples of Tianyun sect fight with each other, the rest of them have no right to interfere in their freedom of decision! ” The Third Elder martial brother, shuimerciless, frowned slightly and looked at the little fat man Zhen Bucai and Wuhen, staring away.
”Ha ha, these guys didn't give up on me when they invited me to fight in front of the ninth Hall of the inner gate.” The corners of Wu Chen's mouth rose slightly, showing a faint evil smile. Looking at the purple bamboo forest outside the Sutra Pavilion in the distance, there was a faint smile
”Hey, if you want to fight, you can fight. When did the disciples of the Sutra Pavilion in our college fear others?” Zhen Bucai, a little fat man, has a dignified face, but he also has a sense of war.
Smell speech, the aftershock that the flank has been rubbing hands for a long time, the hand is carrying the huge heavy axe of rust spot, wearing is a Zheng. Then, when he saw that little fat Zhen Bucai was full of fighting spirit, and the harmless faint evil smile of no trace, the surging fighting spirit in his body also rose wildly and spread along with it... all the time