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    Only Chu Wanning can calmly speak such a shocking sentence of weeping ghosts and gods.  The three apprentices heard it in their ears, and each had a different feeling in their hearts.

    Xue Meng thinks the simplest, there is only one exclamation: Ah!

    Mo Ran was a bit more complicated. He remembered some things in his previous life, pinched his chin and thought about it, thinking that he would never want to see Chu Wanning's third weapon again in his life.

    As for Shi Mei, he tilted his head, with a pair of apricot blossom eyes in Jiangnan Misty Rain, with a faint luster flashing inside, which seemed to be admiration and fascination.

    "Did Tianwen get it from Jin Chengchi?"

    Chu WanNing: "Yeah."

    "The other two"

    Chu Wanning: "One is yes, the other is not. The temper of the weapon is usually not too strong, and it can be controlled. You don't need to worry too much."

    Xue Meng sighed enviously: "I really want to see Master's other two martial arts."

    Chu Wanning said: "Generally, Tianwen is enough to deal with it, and the other two, I would rather they never have a place to use."

    Xue Meng grudgingly hummed, but his eyes still flashed with light. Chu Wanning saw it and knew that his martial arts nature was extremely difficult to restrain. Fortunately, Xue Meng's heart is not bad, as long as he is guided a little, he can  Don't worry too much.

    Mo Ran touched his chin beside him, smiling half-smile.

    Knowing that soldiers are murder weapons, saints use them as a last resort.  Chu Wanning Regardless of past and present lives, the loss is lost on this righteousness.

    It's all written in the book, but this fool wants to take it seriously. He deserves to be so talented and superb in martial arts, but he is still a prisoner and a bone in the grave.

    "Master." Shi Mo's voice interrupted Mo Ran's reverie.

    "I heard that every year there are hundreds of people who go to the Rising Sun Peak to seek martial arts, but only one or two people have the opportunity to melt into the Jincheng Pool, and even the water in the pool has not been seen for several years. The disciple's cultivation base is shallowit isimpossible  You have to meet a good match. Ah Ran and the young master are both leaders in the human world, otherwise I will not go, just stay here and practice more basic spells."

    Chu WanNing: ""

    He didn't speak, his porcelain-like face was covered with a slight mist, as if he was meditating.

    In the previous life, Shi Mo gave up the opportunity to go to Xu Yingfeng because of low self-esteem. When Mo Ran saw this, he immediately smiled and said: "Just try it, if it doesn't work, it will be a tour. You are on the top of life and death all day long  Whatever you do in bed, you should go out to learn more about the world."

    The teacher became more and more anxious: "No, my cultivation base is too weak, there are so many people in Xu Yingfeng, if I meet disciples from other sects and ask me to compete, I will definitely not be able to beat it, and it will only embarrass the master  "

    Chu WanNing raised his eyes and said, "Are you afraid of this?"

    What he asked was very strange, like a question, but also like a rhetorical question.  The other two didn't feel it, but Shi Mo felt a chill in his heart, raised his eyes, and met the sharp eyes of Chu Wanning Shuanghua.

    "Master"

    Chu Wanning's face remained unchanged, and he said: "You major in healing, and you are not good at fighting with others. If someone pesters you, just refuse, it's not shameful."

    Mo Ran also grinned: "Master, don't be afraid, there is me."

    So we packed our bags and the three of us set out on the road.

    This time, I am going to the Upper Cultivation Realm. The journey is long and riding is too tiring.  Chu Wanning still didn't want to fly with the sword, so he traveled leisurely for more than ten days before finally arriving at a town next to Xuying Peak.

    The three disciples have all come out of the carriage, and only Chu Wanning is too lazy to move. He lifted the bamboo curtain of the carriage and said, "Rest here for one night, and walk a little further tomorrow to reach Xuying Peak."

    The city where they rested is called Daicheng.  Although the city is not big, it is very prosperous and prosperous. The women are dressed in Luo Dai Cui, and the men's brocade caps and silk shirts seem to be a bit more luxurious than the most affluent places in the Lower Cultivation World.

    Xue Meng spat: "The gang of dogs in the Shangxiu Realm are really rich and smelly, and there are frozen bones on the road."

    Mo Ran didn't like it either, and it was rare that he didn't refute Xue Meng, but with a sweet smile, mocking the scene in front of him: "Yeah, I'm so jealous, no wonder so many people have to squeeze their heads and come here  Cultivating the world, even if you don't cultivate immortals, being an ordinary person is much easier than living in the world of cultivation."

    Chu Wanning pulled out a silver-gray mask and put it on his face. Then he slowly got off the carriage and looked at the hustle and bustle of the surrounding city, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

    Xue Mengqi said: "Why does Master wear a mask?"

    Chu Wanning said: "This is the boundary of Linyi Confucianism. I am inconvenient to show up."

    Seeing that Xue Meng was still puzzled, Mo Ran sighed: ???A little wild dog who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.  The little wild dog met a man. Although the man was not very kind to him, he was willing to throw some bones for him to eat three meals a day.

    But the little wild dog didn't like this fierce guy, so although he gnawed on the bones every day, he licked his paws and barked at him. He didn't regard this man as his master.

    But for some unknown reason, one day, this man came out with a bowl, but what he contained was not the bones he was familiar with, but millet. A beautiful bird with bright fur slithered down, perched on the man's shoulder,  Her eyes stared at him, and her crystal beak rubbed against his face affectionately.

    The man also turned his eyes sideways, touched the bird's lush wings, and carefully fed him grain.

    He, a wild dog, couldn't help being stunned.

    After all, he originally thought that Chu Wanning would choose himself (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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