Son, Put Your Father To The Test

After Qin Chuan returned to the sect, he did not immediately go to Tiankeng to help the old devil restore his cultivation, but continued to read books.

He was going to wait for that kid Shui Qinghan to get a little more from the old devil. After all, he was the brother of his future daughter-in-law.

Fertilizer and water do not leave outsiders' fields.

No matter what the old devil's plan is, at least if he wants to fool people, he also needs to spend money, and Shui Qinghan has indeed gained benefits.

The old devil is fishing.

And Shui Qinghan is eating bait.

As for whether Shui Qinghan will be hooked after eating the bait, it depends on whether this kid is smart enough.

He gave this kid a chance to grow up, but it didn't mean he would **** him.

He wasn't so enthusiastic.

As the saying goes, the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual. If you kill yourself, you can't blame others.

Soon, another month passed.

On this day, a golden invitation came from Fenglei Valley, one of the six major sects of the dynasty.

It is said that the spring thunder fruit tree that has been standing for 3,000 years and bears fruit once a hundred years in Wind and Thunder Valley has matured again. Wind and Thunder Valley invites all the talents of the dynasty to go to Spring Thunder Valley to participate in the Spring Thunder Conference.

This is actually another form of temptation, nothing more than wanting to see the overall strength of the younger generation of the Jiuyang Dynasty.

This invitation, although no one has a limit on the number of people, it stands to reason that any disciple of the Seventh Martial Sect who wants to go can go.

However, only Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou were named, so the Seven Martial Sect was embarrassed to send more disciples there.

The Seven Martial Sect still wants to be embarrassed.

Isn't it just a few spring thunder fruits, what's so rare? I am a dignified Seven Martial Sect, so I don't have the cheek to mix up those few fruits!

So, after discussions with the senior officials of the sect, it was decided to let Qin Chuan lead the team and take Qin Zi and Shui Genou to Fenglei Valley.

As they kept getting along with each other, the elders of the Seven Martial Sects gradually discovered that this elder Qinchuan was a bit strong. Perhaps, even the first elder Jia Tianhe was not necessarily a match for the elder Qinchuan...

In this world, the strong are respected.

Although Qin Chuan didn't do anything deliberately, everyone had a steel scale in their hearts, so this position gradually came up.

The status brought by strength is incomparable to the position.

The sky is clear, and the wind is gentle.

White clouds pile up like cotton.

And among the white clouds, a reckless Dapeng was fluttering its wings. It was flying at a very fast speed. The water hit three thousand miles, and it soared up to ninety thousand miles.

Three figures stood on Dapeng's back.

At the forefront is Qin Chuan. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the front lightly, his white clothes fluttering, and he had an aura of contempt for the world.

Behind him, Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou stood cautiously. Both of them turned their heads and their faces were slightly red.

It was obvious that the two had already had a good impression of each other, and now the two were facing each other, and in front of Qin Chuan, there was an indescribable shyness.

"Spring is here, everything is revived, the air is filled with the smell of hormones, and it's the season of..."

A magnetic old voice resounded in Qin Chuan's mind without warning, causing him to shake his head and smile.

These two little guys are as expected of a natural couple. When fate comes, they can't stop it.

I just don't know if this kid will be a big radish. After all, many real sons are stallions.

Peach blossoms are too lucky.

Can't stop it.

"Look, what is that!"

Suddenly, Qin Zi called out, and Qin Chuan turned his head and looked in the direction Qin Zi pointed.

Seeing this, he was stunned.

I saw a black spot on the ground moving slowly, and when I swept it with my soul power, I could see it more clearly.

It was clearly a giant panda more than two meters tall, carrying a drunk old man with an orange-yellow wine gourd on his back!

The panda staggered and walked slowly, listless, and seemed to fall asleep directly on the ground in the next moment.

And the ruddy-faced, somewhat obese white-haired old man smirked while drinking: "Good wine, good wine..."

Qin Chuan probed with his soul power and found that the old man was ordinary, with no energy fluctuations inside or outside.

But this is often the most terrifying!

"What a big bird..."

The old man seemed to have noticed Qin Chuan's spying, raised his head slightly drunk, muttered, and then continued to drink while holding the gourd.

Qin Chuan felt that it was necessary to go down and have a look.

When I meet this strange guy, I always feel itchy without saying hello. After all...they ride giant pandas!

"Go down."

Qin Chuan said to Dapeng, and the Dapeng immediately circled down and landed in front of the giant panda.

"Crash!"

The wildness caused by the landing of the Dapeng caused the giant panda's long black and white hair to flutter, like the mane of a wild horse.

At this time, it can be clearly seen that this panda has two snow-white eyebrows, fluttering backwards like dragon whiskers, and the two black ears that have nowhere to put are also swaying in the wind.

The wind blew it so much that it couldn't open its eyes, so it shrank its neck and turned its head to the side, so now to say - the wind is too strong!

"Young people, you... hic... is something wrong?"

The fat old man on the panda's back hiccups, with a naive smile on his face, in the same style as his mount.

"The old man's mount is somewhat rare~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't know what kind of beast it is?"

Qin Chuan asked with a smile.

"Oh, this tired and lazy guy is called Gun Gun. It is said that... he is a legendary iron-eating beast." The fat old man laughed at himself.

"Old man is very lucky."

Qin Chuan said with a smile.

"Haha, yes, it took me eight lifetimes of good fortune to get such a perfect mount!!"

The old man seemed to remember something unbearable from the past, nodded bitterly, and smiled more ugly than crying.

Qin Chuan remained calm and continued to ask, "Elder of the Seventh Martial Sect, Qin Chuan, what do you call the old man?"

"I...hehe, unknown person, don't say anything."

The old man laughed at himself, then took a close look at Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou behind Qin Chuan, and said with a smile, "These two dolls are not bad. If you teach them well, they may be good."

"The old man praised it."

Qin Chuan said politely, and then said, "We're going to the Valley of Wind and Thunder to participate in a grand event. Do you want to take a look at the old man?"

"Hahaha, the old guy like me will not be involved in the affairs of your young people. Go slow, we two bereaved dogs, no matter where we go, we will lie down even if we don't move any day. "

"Young man, goodbye, goodbye."

The old man waved his hand at Qin Chuan, and then rode the panda away slowly. The back was a bit funny, but also a bit desolate...

"Father, this old man looks very powerful."

Qin Zi said thoughtfully.

"What if it's great, what if it's not?"

Qin Chuan smiled mysteriously. Although he didn't see any way, he would never show it.

Even if you don't understand, you have to pretend to understand!

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