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Chapter 103 Deacon Yan's Green Years (Subscribe)

"I solved a serious problem in my heart, and my whole body seemed to be relieved of a heavy burden, and I walked lightly."

After outsourcing the task of Wuqingxian, Bai Jin walked back to the front mountain with a full face, reaching out from the storage ring from time to time, taking out a ball of demon essence and stuffing it into the light blue flame on his shoulder.

Now the Xingluo Xianmen is holding a meeting, and a large number of high-level sects are gathered in the Taiyi Palace. Bai Jin summons the souls and dare not condense into a real body, for fear of being stabbed by a passing high-level and triggering a chain reaction.

Wuqingxian doesn't care what kind of sect he is, and other high-level Xingluo Xianmen don't think so. If Sui Mingxing sees the demon of his dao heart, the golem will be born naturally.
That immortal tree should be able to hang himself, right?

"Um?!"

Bai Jin, who was quietly feeding the soul, suddenly stopped and looked at the bench by the creek. A serious-looking man was sitting on the bench flipping thick pages of a book, with a fishing rod and a bamboo basket beside him.

There was a strange smile on Bai Jin's face, and he waved his hand lightly to let the soul return to his body, restraining his breath, walked towards the bench lightly, raised his hand and patted Old Yan's head heavily on the shoulder: "Deacon Yan is fishing!" ?”

"!"

Deacon Yan, who was looking at the book and thinking about things, was startled by Bai Jin's sudden hand and trembled. He closed the book in his hand and held the corner of the book, as if preparing to fight back.

But after hearing Bai Jin's voice, he silently gave up the counterattack technique, turned around with a stinky face, looked at the playful smile and said, "Nonsense! I will record what you did today in the evaluation book !"

Deacon Yan was really taken aback by Bai Jin, he didn't notice Bai Jin's aura at all, he didn't even feel the movement of him walking and stepping on the lawn, until Bai Jin patted him on the shoulder.

He was terribly frightened by Bai Jin. His current location is the back mountain of Xingluo Xianmen. There are also some weak monsters haunting here on weekdays. He thought he was attacked by some monsters who are good at hiding!
"Deacon Yan, you don't talk about martial ethics!"

Bai Jin straightened his face and said, "I just saw Deacon Yan fishing here, and I was about to come up to respect the teacher. I never thought that Deacon Yan would treat me as if I didn't exist, and concentrate on looking at the book in his hand."

"Humph!"

Deacon Yan snorted coldly, and said, "I'm sorting out the course content for next week, if I don't take it seriously, some of you will leave the school gate sideways!"

"So dangerous? What are we going to learn next week?" Bai Jin asked curiously, "I don't know how to make alchemy, right? Didn't brother Jin practice the alchemy furnace last time and razed the entire alchemy school to the ground? Build it so quickly All right?"

Deacon Yan felt tightness in his chest, took a deep breath and let out the depression in his chest, and said, "Deacon Huang should have told you last week that I will teach you formations after the holidays. Did you skip class and leave early for me again?"

Deacon Yan didn't know about Bai Jin's request for leave. After the resurrection of the demon king who hated the country, he took his annual leave in advance because he was mentally exhausted.

He said that Bai Jin was difficult to lead this class, and there was absolutely no exaggeration involved. There were too many unstable factors in their class.

During the class, probably because of Jin Lin's bad luck and innate talent, a large group of birds and beasts sneaked into the school from the window sill and jumped around, and then Yu Xueqing, who was scared and crying, squatted down from class with her head in her arms and didn't have to go to class.

Either the classroom is flooded by the trickle, with a lot of feces of evil animals drifting with it, or the vicious water spirits come out and wipe out those evil animals, splashing red, yellow and green in the classroom
This is just one of the common cases. Deacon Yan feels that he is going against the sky every time he attends class.

"I haven't been to class recently. Master helped me ask for leave and stayed in Wenyao Peak to make a breakthrough. I just broke through to the Jindan stage last night. I went out for a walk today."

"Gold what? Golden scales or golden core?"

Deacon Yan suddenly turned his head and stared at the wicked student in front of him, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "You took leave to break through to the golden core stage at home???"

"Yes, the elixir master practiced is too nourishing, and the aura accumulated in the body has reached the upper limit, breaking through with a whoosh." Bai Jin replied as if it was a matter of course.

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Deacon Yan almost didn't come up. He looked at the young man in front of him with a dull face, and slowly stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, trying to push back the black history.

Bai Jin's promotion speed was like driving away from the light, and Deacon Yan recalled a shameful incident when he was young.

At that time, he had just graduated from the academy. After half a year of careful teaching by his master, something happened when he was traveling. He met a magic cultivator at the level of a direct disciple of the Hehuan Sect.

They met in the bookstore. The man held a book in one hand and held a fan in the other. He opened the fan, and a hurricane like a typhoon swept across the group. Friends of the Luoxianmen."

Originally, the two sides had no intersection, but Xingluo Xianmen saw the belt card of the Hehuan Sect hanging on the waist of the man, which led to the outbreak of farce. Deacon Yan and his party were cleaned up in an instant along with the guardian.

After Zhizhi knocked people down, he didn't continue to pay attention to or laugh at them, and walked to the front of the bookshelf to choose the books he wanted to buy.

At that time, the young Deacon Yan was still very passionate. Seeing the miserable state of his brothers lying on the ground, he struggled to get up and shouted at Zhizhi: "You bastard, don't look down on others, it's just that you practiced two years earlier than us!"

"I, Yan Qing, am not afraid of your Hehuan Sect!"

Zhiyi was stunned, and without turning his head to look at him, the corner of his mouth curled up into a slight smile and said: "The geniuses in the world have already begun to emerge in their teens, and some have even been famous for two years?"

"Two years has been a long time for those geniuses. Your talents and talents only stop there."

The folding fan opened and closed, and a gust of wind knocked Deacon Yan to the ground. Zhizhi walked past them, leaving a sentence in a light voice: "Two years later? Everyone will die."

Afterwards, Deacon Yan found out that the magic cultivator of the Hehuan Sect was not much older than them, and when it comes to contact with practice, counting the introductory homework period, they should have practiced longer than Zhizhi.

Afterwards, it became a prophecy. Among the group of people who were knocked down by a known move, the furthest practice was only in the Nascent Soul Stage, and Deacon Yan was stuck in the Golden Core Stage for many years before giving up his specialization. , Turned to the academy to concentrate on teaching and educating people.

Don't bully the young and poor?Don't bully the old and the poor?The dead are the greatest?Hahahaha you are all dead.

That was the first time Deacon Yan met the Hehuan Sect, and it was also the one that had the most profound impact. It could even be said to have affected his whole life, and he was almost pissed off by that person.

But not only did he not admit it, that person was right, he didn't say that he was a senior if he practiced for a long time, and the guardian of the Tao had practiced for hundreds of years, so he couldn't stop that person from understating his tricks.

The one who has reached the stage of cultivation is the teacher, and seeing that Bai Jin has already reached the golden elixir stage when he tied his hair, Deacon Yan couldn't help but think that he almost arrived at the golden elixir when he was almost sixty years old.

"Bai Jin."

Deacon Yan's serious and rigid face suddenly showed a stiff smile, and he looked straight at Bai Jin.

"I suddenly thought of one thing. Since you have reached the golden core stage, I will give you a school position."

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Seeing Deacon Yan showing a strange smile with malicious intentions, Bai Jin froze and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I can't take it."

He just came here to frighten Old Yan, not to be frightened.

What does the school look like? You don't have a tree in your heart?I also want to pull me into the sea to accompany you to work hard. If there are no trees, I will return to Wen Yaofeng to dig a few century-old trees for you.

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