Adventures of the Wanjie Predator

"Uncle Wen, my nephew is here!" Nie Ying heard that it was a senior of the sect who took a lot of care of her on weekdays, and hurriedly replied in a loud voice.

The eagle-hooked nose monk, after hearing the response, identified the direction, and then pointed to the crimson flying sword magic weapon under his feet, and slashed through a semi-circular arc in the air, and followed the sound to find it.

After seeing Nie Ying's figure, he made the flying sword stop, stood on the flying sword and said below: "Senior nephew Nie, why are you still here, the cultivation assessment over there in the Martial Arts Hall is almost over." Come with me!"

The hook-nosed monk wanted Nie Ying to stand on his magic weapon as well.

"Thank you, Uncle Wen, for your kindness. But the nephew flew over by himself. Nie Ying directly refused.

She had already seen the intention of this Uncle Wen's begging for a phoenix. However, she never caught a cold.

Now that he has half-pushed and half-committed to Zhuo Yun, he naturally has to keep his distance from this Uncle Wen, so as not to misunderstand the other party.

Hearing Nie Ying's refusal, the hooked nose looked a little unpleasant, but he still insisted: "Senior nephew Nie, you can think clearly.

" The matter of Tsukidan is directly related to your future.

If it is because of the night, the pill will be canceled.

As a result, I missed the best time to build the foundation, and that would be a shameful evening!

At that time, even if I have a bad relationship with Li Daoyou, who is in charge of the cultivation assessment this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to help you much.

"

If it had been before, Nie Ying might have been frightened by his true or false words.

Now?

Knowing that Zhuo Yun was about to refine the elixir, and knowing that Zhuo Yun had a large number of terrifying Tsukidans on his body, how could he care about this?

Just as he was about to refuse again, Zhuo Yun next to him had already said impatiently: "I said that you have a hooked nose, I don't want to step on your tattered flying sword, don't you understand? "

"What?" Uncle Wen was shocked when he heard this, and he looked at Nie Ying in disbelief, "Nie Ying's nephew, is this all true?"

"What Zhuo Daoyou said is true. He is indeed the husband of his nephew!" Nie Ying said calmly.

"Good, good, good! What a pair of talented and beautiful people. Uncle Shi, I really want to congratulate you two well!" Uncle Wen said three good words in a row. But there was no joy on his face.

He looked at Zhuo Yun with an unkind face, and with his strength in the middle stage of foundation building, he could see at a glance that Zhuo Yun was just a thirteenth-level Qi refining cultivator. There is no need to guess, it must belong to the kind of pathetic characters who took Tsukidan and failed to build a foundation.

He couldn't figure out why Nie Ying, who was talented and talented, favored him like this kind of garbage with only a hundred years of life, was it just because the other party had a good-looking skin?

"This nephew, look at the face of the student, I don't know the name of the honorable person, where is the deacon in the valley?"

"What, you still want to retaliate?" Zhuo Yun has never liked to be false and wronged with others, so he directly tore his face.

"However, even if I tell you, I don't change my name, I don't change my surname, Zhuo Yun is. As for where the deacon is, let me go to the valley and inquire yourself. We're two of us, you're not welcome!"

This time, Uncle Wen even glared at Zhuo Yun viciously, stepped on the flying sword, soared into the sky, and fled far away.

Nie Ying looked at this person's back and lightly: "This kind of insidious villain, what is the offense." "

"It doesn't matter, if you dare to jump out of this kind of inconspicuous little character, you can just step on it to death. Could it be that he is still wronged by him? Zhuo Yun smiled indifferently.

Nie Ying listened and didn't say anything more.

"I still have to go to the Yanwu Palace, that Pillar Ji Dan should be mine. "

By the way, for the next period of time, I'm going to go to the Earth Fire House to retreat and break through the foundation building period and practice new exercises. If you succeed in building the foundation, you will stay in the stone house for a while, and when I come out, we will build the cave together. Zhuo Yun commanded.

"Hmm!" Nie Ying stepped on the Flying Leaf Magic Weapon and went in the direction of the Yanwu Palace.

Zhuo Yun looked at the flying leaf magic weapon under her feet, which was not worth a few spirit stones, and thought thoughtfully.

He was negligent!

Anyway, you should get some decent flying magic weapons for these women of your own.

......

Deacon's Hall.

Uncle Wen broke into the hall with a gloomy face, and shouted repeatedly: "Senior Brother Ye, Senior Brother Ye!"

There were still a few monks at the eighth or ninth level of Qi refining in the hall who were queuing up to deliver the task, and when they saw the senior monks of the foundation building period coming, they hurriedly stepped aside and greeted them respectfully.

Uncle Wen didn't bother to pay attention to them at all, and directly broke into the deepest part of the hall.

Here are some Qi refining monks busy doing things.

And the old man surnamed Ye, who is in charge here, is meditating on a gray futon.

"Senior Brother Ye, it's good that you're here!"

Seeing the old man surnamed Ye, Uncle Wen's steps became faster and faster.

When the old man surnamed Ye heard the shout, his ears moved, his palms were facing the sky, and he let out a long breath, and then he opened his eyes: "Oh? It turned out to be Senior Brother Wen! Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

Uncle Wen didn't answer, and looked at the few disciples who were doing business in the hall.

"You all go down!" the old man surnamed Ye understood, and waved his hand at those disciples casually.

After waiting for the two of them to stay in the main hall, Uncle Wen directly got straight to the point and said, "Senior Brother Ye, I want you to do me a favor, I want to deal with a thirteenth-level monk named Zhuo Yun." "

"Zhuo Yun?" the old man surnamed Ye widened his eyes, "What, you have to deal with him, where did he offend you?"

"It's hard to put into words. Hey, Senior Brother Ye, do you know this person too?" Uncle Wen said strangely. He knew very well that the specific affairs of the deacon hall were usually not done by the old man surnamed Ye. What's more, there are so many miscellaneous servants and so many low-level monks in the valley, even if you really want to remember it, where can you remember it clearly. What can leave an impression on the old man surnamed Ye must be outstanding in a certain aspect.

Sure enough, he listened to the old man surnamed Ye say, "Of course I know." There are not many beginner disciples who can casually take out a high-grade magic weapon and fifty medium-grade spirit stones. "

"What? Could it be that he is a man with a lot of background?" Uncle Wen sank in his heart when he heard this.

"Definitely. The Immortal Ascension Order he held came from the Qin Yeling Ye family, and as far as I know, the Qin Yeling Ye family has already died. He is likely to be the orphan who escaped with the last inheritance of the clan. The old man surnamed Ye said firmly.

"That's great! I want you to transfer his handyman to the vein of Yunpan that I am in charge of. I'm going to kill this person in the spiritual veins!" Uncle Wen said murderously.

The old man surnamed Ye was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "What good can I do to help you?"

Uncle Wen remembered Nie Ying's graceful figure and fairy-like face, gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you take a fancy to the purple lingzhi I raised last time? "

"Deal!"

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