One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Meng Guiwen and Long Shu were not familiar with each other.

It's just that they are both villain cannon fodder, and then she developed a little bit of sympathy for Long Shu.

She would not feel sympathy for the other party just because she saw that the other party was only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

After all, Long Shu's actual identity is a killer who kills without blinking an eye.

As long as the money is in place, he will find a way to kill the other party.

Even if the opponent's cultivation base is higher than his, Long Shu still has a way to kill the opponent.

This alone is enough to make Meng Guiyi stay away.

It's just that when she takes a step, the young man behind her also takes a step.

Meng Guiwen: ...

Was she being targeted by Long Shu?

Although she is indeed an inner disciple of the Taiqing Sect.

But she is not familiar with this kind of trial place at all!

It is useless to follow her!

Meng Guiwen wanted to say something, but suddenly heard someone speaking.

She immediately dodged onto the tree.

Long Shu followed Meng Guiwen and jumped up the tree.

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After a while, a group of teenagers and girls wearing the uniforms of the outer disciples of the Taiqing Sect came over.

They are still discussing this test.

"Is it really possible for us to snatch feathers from inner disciples?"

"That is, some of us inner disciples are only able to draw qi into the body, and the highest is only the fifth level of qi training. How can we get the feathers from the hands of inner disciples?"

"I heard that this feather also fell into the hands of disciples from other sects. If it falls into the hands of those five people, how can we snatch it?"

"That's right, they're all at the Golden Core Stage, and we're only at the Qi Refining Stage, so it's simply impossible."

As they spoke, people began to despair.

Meng Guiwen breathed a sigh of relief after those teenagers walked away.

But when she thought about it, as long as she gave out the feather in her hand, she could leave this place.

What is she hiding from?

So she immediately jumped down from the tree.

Want to stop the group of disciples.

It's just that before she could speak, she was dragged behind the tree with her mouth covered.

After she struggled away, she realized that it was Long Shu who was pulling her.

"Are you trying to cheat?" Long Shu looked at Meng Guiyi seriously.

"No, I didn't intend to cheat." Meng Guiyi was taken aback, she didn't make a foul, so why did she cheat?

Besides, the rules didn't say they couldn't send the feathers voluntarily.

So where did she cheat?

"The regulations say that these disciples should find us, but it doesn't say that we can't take the initiative to show up. You are cheating and want to give the feather in your hand to those disciples casually."

Long Shu spoke seriously.

In the phrase.

Meng Guiwen thought so.

Meng Guiwen, who was said to be in his mind, no longer made excuses.

"Yes, that's what I thought. Is there a problem?" Meng Guiwen was very thorough.

This made Long Shu not know how to answer for a while.

They have heard of Meng Guiwen.

A genius monk who built his foundation at the age of 13.

Even if he is a genius in Tiandaoyuan, he only established his foundation at the age of 14.

And according to their cultivation, it can be speculated that they can enter the Nascent Soul Stage before the age of two hundred.

The last monk who entered the Nascent Soul stage before the age of two hundred was Huaishan from the Taiqing Sect.

And Meng Guiwen, who was directly put to death in front of him, turned out to be Huaishan's disciple.

This made Long Shu find it difficult to understand.

Sword repair is much harder than other monks.

If the talent is really good, then you will choose to ask the Linggong or Tiandaoyuan.

After all, spells can better utilize the talents of monks.

A talent like Meng Guiwen is indeed more suitable for Tiandaoyuan or Wenling Palace.

But I heard that she had already refined Qi Bu Pill.

Maybe going to Furong Valley is also good.

In this Taiqingmen, it is indeed a bit of a waste.

"There is a problem, Junior Sister Meng, not everyone can be an inner disciple, otherwise there would be no such grand opening ceremony. If you gave it to others at will, what should you do to those hard-working disciples?" Long Shu tirelessly preached to Meng. Return to catkin.

Meng Guiwen wanted to vomit blood.

She finally understood that those who were more cultivated than him were killed by Long Shu.

"But luck is also one of the assessments, so it can only show that this person has good luck." Meng Guiyi had already been dragged behind a tree by Long Shu, and she lay down on the spot.

Anyway, she didn't want to hide, nor did she want to work hard.

If someone touches her, she doesn't resist.

Long Shu watched Meng Guiwen lie down, and if she brought another quilt, she could stay here.

He has always been calm and good-natured.

But at this moment, he also wanted to grab Meng Guiying by the collar and ask her why she did this.

"With luck alone, a person can't go far." Long Shu felt that a monk's luck is important, but strength and brains are also indispensable.

"Yeah, yes, yes, I listen to you." Meng Guiwen had already given up arguing with him.

He took out a pillow from the storage bag in his hand, put it under his head, and closed his eyes.

The place is not bad either.

Long Shu saw that Meng Guiwen had actually fallen asleep.

His breathing was a little unsteady.

-

It wasn't just Long Shu who saw that Meng Guiwen had fallen asleep, but everyone who attended the Mountain Ceremony saw it.

Meng Guiwen failed to deliver the feather, so he lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

The other inner disciples were trying to hide their figures as much as possible.

Because they can't do anything to the outer disciples, they can only dodge.

Only when the other party finds a way to touch their body, can the feather in the hand be given to the other party.

It turned out that Meng Guiwen was fine, so she wanted to give it away immediately.

When the elders saw Meng Guiwen's sloppy look, their hair stood on end in anger.

"Elders, don't worry, Gui Ni is indeed a bit lazy, but what she said is not unreasonable, and she also listens to people's persuasion." Huai Shan hurriedly came out to speak good words for Meng Guiwen.

When the elders heard this, even though they were angry, they didn't say anything.

After all, Meng Guiwen was indeed a persuasionist.

But when compared to that Long Shu, Meng Guiwen seemed a bit ashamed.

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Meng Guiwen didn't care about being ashamed at all.

She also knew that those old men must be watching.

But what does that have to do with her?

It was they who pulled themselves into this test.

What happened to yourself?

"Hey, the two of you are so idle, so lazy." A voice rushed into Meng Guiyi's ears.

She really didn't want to open her eyes.

Why do these people come to her side?

"This is the legendary 13-year-old junior junior sister of the Foundation Establishment Stage, right? I've been looking forward to it for a long time." The man put away the fan in his hand and cupped his fists to salute Meng Guiyi who was lying on the ground.

Long Shu glanced at him, but said nothing.

And Meng Guiwen, who was sleeping on the ground, didn't want to open his eyes at all.

Er Zhu Yuxun was left alone by the two of them.

Fortunately, Er Zhu Yuxun was not the kind of person who would be embarrassed.

The two ignored him, and he could get acquainted.

Meng Guiwen was so disturbed by Er Zhu Yuxun's voice that he couldn't sleep at all.

She could only open her eyes and look at Er Zhu Yuxun.

Er Zhu Yuxun was dressed in a turquoise gown, and as an adult, he tied his hair and wore a crown, looking suave, handsome and unrestrained.

Of course, as long as he keeps his mouth shut.

That is the most beautiful man in Zhenfeng Continent.

Meng Guiwen knew that Er Zhu Yuxun died on his mouth.