Immortals, don't watch dramas

"Here? Finally, he remembered that he had such an errand." He Yu said angrily.

"Isn't this you?" Wuwei praised the old man without leaving any trace.

"Stop flattering me, your kid's mistake is neither big nor small. If I were not here this time, I don't know how our little kids would be bullied. I asked you why the current atmosphere in the world of cultivation has become like this. Yes, all I know is that the law of the jungle has existed since ancient times, but those who don’t know think this is some kind of bandit den.”

The two of them sang together and it seemed like they were slapping Lin Yue in the face, but in reality they were faintly slapping everyone present in the face.

But they had nothing to say, because if you look closely at this scene, it really looks like you are bullying a child.

If this child was a homeless person or a disciple of a small sect, then it would make sense for them to take advantage of him. After all, Qibao is "a place for those who are capable."

I didn't expect that this person is a man of his own, and he is still such a giant. Now, all the teachers and teachers are rushing over one by one, barely pointing at them and scolding them. They were not the bastards of the Beiluo Shen Sect who didn't care about their appearance, so they were all a little embarrassed.

In addition, Qian and Yu had a leering look on their faces, as if they were going to leave and wait to see the excitement? 'It's hard for them to stay here, since their children are coming out one after another anyway, so they have excuses to leave. As for the two people here, they've almost finished watching the show and it's time to stop it. I guess they can no longer quarrel anymore.

It wasn't really a big conflict at first, and they had already dispersed a lot while the two of them were talking, leaving only the two parties involved in a stalemate here.

"You're not leaving yet. Do you need me to invite you?" He Yu didn't bother to ignore each other anymore and directly spoke to drive him away.

"Okay, okay, you'd better pray that you don't get into my hands. I won't be merciful to Zhong Zhong at all." Lin Yue snorted coldly, then gave Ning Xia a deep and sinister look, then turned to face the other side. The young monk walked towards him.

"This guy's popularity is really as bad as ever." Wuwei glanced at the members of the Beiluoshen Sect who peeped in the darkness in the distance and then dispersed in a rush, and was even more disdainful of this sect's style.

"He is indeed arrogant, but he also has the unscrupulous capital. It will be troublesome to recruit this crazy dog-like guy." I don't know if it is Ning Xia's illusion, but I always feel that these words are meant for her.

Just when Ningxia wanted to hear more details, the troops behind them all came up cheering.

"Fufeng——"

"Sister Fufeng."

"Xiaoxia! Xiaoxia!"

By the way, what's going on with this rush to survive the disaster?

and also--

Where did this guy come from? !

Ning Xia turned her head to look at a pair of eyes that had gone through the wind and rain for a long time but still showed a bit of the stupidity typical of an honest person.

"Mingmo??"

"Fufeng!!"

"Why are you here?" "Finally I caught you!"

The former is slightly frightening, while the latter is surprising and joyful.

Yes, it was her old friend Dr. Ming Moming who came to her door.

"It's me!" "You still ask me why I'm here, and I want to ask you? Why did you come and not contact us? You don't know that that group of people didn't find you in the end. You're going crazy."

Indeed, the separation last time was quite sudden, and there was a vague feeling that we were separated from each other by the world. Ningxia was prepared not to see each other again for thousands of years, but they never thought they would meet again so soon.

Ningxia was naturally happy to be able to see this lively guy in front of her after such a catastrophe.

The end was not over yet. The disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect were still forming formations in the inner field, so they could not retreat for a while. He Yu did not continue to return to the high platform, preparing to wait for all participants to finish and then count the number of people before going back.

The younger one was reminiscing about old times, while the older one continued the unfinished topic.

Just now, all the passages were controlled by the organizers, and Li Chuan and others looked anxious and angry. Fortunately, He Yudaojun recognized the person and helped to support him, otherwise Linyue Daojun's shameless guy might really dare to take action.

Although Li Chuan now wanted to ask her a lot of questions, it was obvious that this was not a good place to talk. So Li Chuan first handed over to the two of them and made sure that Ningxia had no problem before turning back to the front.

"What's going on with this child?" Heyu asked without going around in circles.

Li Chuan knew what the other party was asking. He was not just asking about Ning Xia's identity, but about his background and even his stance on a deeper level.

The disciples who came from the southeastern forbidden area for further training were not alone in the Xuantian Sword Sect. In the early years when the atmosphere in the sect was relatively relaxed, they were even very active and had some outstanding achievements. However, with the subsequent factional struggles, their living environment also became complicated, and later they were directly excluded and kept on the fringes.

For some reason, the upper echelons of the sect did not interfere too much and only tried their best to ensure the validity of the oath.

Many people in the sect would not say that they should avoid him like a tiger, but those who know the truth will have some scruples and try to keep a distance from him.

As Li Chuan, he must be an insider. He experienced some twists and turns in his early years and his foundation was damaged. If he was hated by that person because of his relationship with the Forbidden City disciple, his situation would probably be even more difficult.

"It's just a child who hasn't grown up yet." Li Chuan said lightly.

"Don't think about fooling me. In the past, you didn't necessarily care much about the young monks of my master's family. Instead, tell me that this is another junior of yours who came out of nowhere. I see you are so effective in escorting others. Zhang Luo, I'm afraid you don't owe someone something, right?" This hit the nail on the head.

Li Chuan, who had always been calm and collected, paused momentarily when he heard this. Strictly speaking, that's right.

He Yuben just said it casually, seeing what he didn't understand: "Do you really owe others a favor?"

"Then you are in trouble, not a big deal." The elder said meaningfully, turning his head to look at the female cultivator behind her who was making a rostrum with her hands.

The formation was ended in a hurry, and the formation was in pieces, and it was impossible to retrieve it. In addition, the group of people outside were approaching fiercely, and she had no time to care about whether her six consecutive stacked formations were successful or not.

But just after walking a certain distance, and about to get out of the distance of 100 meters, Ningxia felt a sudden beat in the palm of her hand, as if she was sensing something.

She intercepted what Ming Mo was about to ask, walked back a few steps, and finally stopped not far away. The top was still covered with debris from the broken stone platform, making her look a little lonely.

Ningxia squatted down and placed her palms on the empty table.

In the midst of the crowd's doubtful, probing, or furtive glances, a wave of heat swirled around the previously empty horizon. A faint red light floated up, and the color faded and became darker, gradually condensing into shape. A slightly three-dimensional totem quietly formed. Floating on the ground - it is the six-continuous formation pattern that Ningxia just constructed.