Douluo's Night

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"I want to take him away, do you have any objection?"

The elder smiled bitterly, feeling as if all the strength in his body had been taken away by the silver whip.

And Ye Xie's tone obviously didn't allow him to refuse.

How can you ask others if they have any opinions like this?

"No."

"Very good, I will pretend that what happened today never happened." Ye Ye snapped his fingers, and the silver whip turned into silver powder and disappeared. "Next time you attack me, be determined to die."

"Old student knows."

Seeing the elder leaving silently, Ye Xi said sideways, "Let's go, there won't be any annoying flies."

Jiang Mo's eyes shone with brilliance and admiration. He suddenly felt that he had done nothing wrong in his previous decision to become a disciple.

"I told you your name earlier."

"Yes, please give me the words, Master."

Jiang Mo lowered his head and bowed deeply.

"The surname Jiang is one of the eight surnames in ancient times. Well... the ninth level is the level. From now on, you will be called Jiang Jiuchen."

"Yes, thank you Master for giving me the word." Jiang Jiuchen's eyes flashed, and it was obvious that he liked this name very much.

Within the universe, nine is a series.

"Come, meet your senior sister later."

"yes..."

Ye Xi left Qixia Sect with Jiang Jiuchen. After staying in the hotel for a day, he immediately set off for Yanshan.

At this time, there were many wooden houses on Yanshan Mountain, and there were boys and girls of similar age to Jiang Jiuchen living in the wooden houses.

"Fang Nan." He shouted after going up the mountain at night, and a strong and burly young man immediately ran over.

"Sect Master, are you a new disciple?"

"He is my apprentice. You can take him to a spare wooden house to stay first."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Fang Nan agreed and showed an honest smile to Jiang Jiuchen, "What do you call me, senior brother?"

"Jiang...Jiang Jiuchen." Jiang Jiuchen saluted and looked up and down at the young man named Fang Nan.

Even if Fang Nan didn't release his soul power, he could still faintly feel Fang Nan's strong power coming towards him.

Obviously, he is not an offensive soul master, but a defensive soul master.

Jiang Jiuchen speculated.

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Jiang, please follow me."

Fang Nan saluted the night again and made an inviting gesture to Jiang Jiuchen.

"Jiu Chen, come to the main hall later."

"Yes, Master." Jiang Jiuchen bowed his hands respectfully, and then followed Fang Nan.

Along the way, the two of them discovered that there were at least thirty wooden houses. Seeing Jiang Jiuchen's arrival, the boys and girls all cast friendly glances and waved to him.

This is. . . Jiang Jiuchen has never experienced this before.

He couldn't help but feel a little strange, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Fang, I don't know where this place is...where is it? Master, who is he? Why are there so many disciples here?"

"This is the sect founded by the sect leader, and its name is East Hall." Fang Nan heard Jiang Jiuchen's name, a soft smile appeared on his cheeks, and said sideways, "I used to be in another sect, so I don't mind mentioning the name. ... I practiced there for three years, but my growth was slow. The elders of the sect were also dissatisfied with me, and my direct disciples deducted my training materials... Then the sect master appeared, and he brought me here and gave me Cultivation methods and combat training.”

"Most of the brothers and sisters here are like this." He scratched his cheek and said with a smile.

Jiang Jiuchen was silent for a moment. This was how he was recruited by his master.

"If you have anything, you can come to me. I'll live next door to you." Fang Nan brought Jiang Jiuchen to a wooden house that had been built, and then patted his chest.

"Thank you, Brother Fang." After Jiang Jiuchen thanked him, Fang Nan patted him on the shoulder, turned around and returned to his wooden house. Soon after, the breath of cultivation came.

Jiang Jiuchen pushed the door open and found that the decoration in the wooden house was very simple.

A table, a chair, a wooden bookcase, and a wooden bed.

The sunlight shone in through the window, and Jiang Jiuchen's originally dark mind seemed to be purified.

"It's great to be here."

"By the way, I still need to find the master. I can't let the master wait."

Jiang Jiuchen originally wanted to lean on the bed for a while, but he immediately stood up and walked towards the main hall.

. . . . . .

"Lan Qingyue, you lost the bet."

The night looked down at the girl slumped on the carpet. In order for her to obediently not run away, the night naturally restricted her free space.

"A month has passed, and the Fengjian Sect has a new saint. You... seem to have been abandoned." Ye Xi looked at Lan Qingyue, who pursed his lips and said nothing, and there was a nasty curve in the corner of his mouth, " A month ago, you once said that there could not be more than ten disciples in the East Hall, right?"

"I did say it." Lan Qingyue opened her silver eyes with numbness.

"Only I have the method to make you stronger." Ye Xi looked down at Lan Qingyue, "I think you should have been the same this month. So Jian Xin, how is your practice going?"

Lan Qingyue pouted in dissatisfaction, but finally sighed and lowered her head, "I just broke through the first level."

"As expected of a natural sword body. In other words, if it weren't for a natural sword body, the sword heart would have endured the pain of ten thousand swords piercing the heart."

"In terms of strength, your speed in practicing is definitely faster than that of the current saint of Fengjian Sect. In terms of martial arts, I have thousands of techniques here that are suitable for you and can assist you in the cultivation of soul skills. Are you still hesitating? "

"People like me don't like to talk nonsense." Ye Xi glanced at the spring light outside the window, "If you were not born with a sword, you would have been killed by me on the Soul Fighting Stage. However, you now have proved that you the value of."

"Do you have to drag me into the east hall?"

"You seem to have got the order wrong, little girl." Ye Xie snorted coldly, "It's not me begging you, it's you begging me. After a month, compare your cultivation speed with your past cultivation speed. If you are not a fool If so, I believe you will make the right choice.”

"The Wind Sword Sect... is just a joke. They announced to the outside world that you were dead and couldn't wait to help a new saint come to power. Then Situ Yong must be very dissatisfied with you."

Ye Xi raised her finger and added: "The little sisters who were originally of your lineage were suppressed and are now in a state of decline. All of this is the work of the Holy Lady. It seems that your popularity in the Fengjian Sect is not very good. "

"Do you want revenge?"

The faint words in the night were like the whispers of a devil.

Lan Qingyue took a deep breath, closed her silver eyes, and a drop of clear tears gradually flowed out of her eyes.

"I think."