All the apprentices are big bosses, only me salted fish

Chapter 80 Dreamland ([-])

Hearing what Yuezheng said, Zhu Junxiao said with emotion: "Eldest Brother, whether in dream or in reality, he is so outstanding."

Yue Zheng sighed: "I really hope that what is in the dream is the reality."

Zhu Junxiao shook his head: "But I showed up too late..."

"In the dream, we actually knew you a long time ago, but you haven't been mentioned yet, so you continue to listen."

Seeing Yuezheng sitting in place, Xiaotuanzi showed no expression on his face, and walked forward a few steps with his hands folded: "I will be able to eat bigu in the future, and you don't have to cook for me. But don't worry, the bowls on this table I will still wash it for you, after all you have practiced for so many years..."

Speaking of this, Xiaotuanzi shook his head, his face was full of regret: "Oh! Good luck tricks people!"

After speaking, he walked up to Yue Zheng, stood on tiptoe and patted Yue Zheng's arm, then turned his head to pack up the dishes.

Yue Zheng, who came to his senses, said, "You brat! How dare you mock me! See if I don't beat you..."

As soon as Yuezheng's fist was thrown out, Yuezhou waved his hand and cast a small spell, adding a layer of protective cover to his whole body: "Sister, you should hurry up and practice! Otherwise, wait until I break through to the Nascent Soul , you are still a little Qi trainer... tsk tsk tsk!"

Seeing Yuezhou's embarrassed expression, Yuezheng's fist hardened again, but unfortunately she couldn't penetrate the protective cover with her cultivation base there.

"Hmph! I don't care about you, you little brat now! I'm going to practice, and when I break through, I will beat you hard!" Yue Zheng dropped these words angrily, turned and went back to the room.

She wants to practice, to surpass this little brat as soon as possible, and to invent more inventions to punish him, if it doesn't work, she will recruit a few more disciples to beat him up!

Soon, Yue Zheng calmed down and concentrated on practicing.

When the door was opened again, it was already the morning of the second day.

Yue Zheng saw a big stone standing in the courtyard at first glance, and Yue Zhou was standing beside the big stone, rubbing the pattern on the big stone.

"What are you doing?" Yue Zheng walked over curiously.

Seeing her coming out, Yue Zhou pointed to the stone and said, "This is a spirit stone for testing spiritual roots. You can use this to check your aptitude when recruiting disciples. Let me demonstrate to you."

As he spoke, Yue Zhou stretched out his hand and dripped a drop of blood on the spirit-testing stone. In an instant, the ordinary spirit-testing stone suddenly became dazzling, and a beam of white light shot straight into the sky, making people's eyes hurt.

Yue Zheng squinted at the beam of light and exclaimed, "What is this? Why is it so dazzling?"

Yue Zhou was obviously also a little confused. Xiaocao only told him that the color represented the spiritual root, and the more colors, the more complex the spiritual root.

He knew that he was an ordinary genius, but he didn't know what kind of spiritual root it would be to show white light!

After a while, the beam of light slowly dissipated, Yue Zheng put down his hand, and asked uncertainly: "According to my years of experience in reading novels, you should be a genius with a single spiritual root...but what kind of spiritual root are you? ah?"

Yue Zhou's small face was full of solemnity, he shook his head, but did not speak. In Xiaocao's explanation, there was no white spiritual root.

"Let me make a blind guess, white...could it be the rare ice spirit root mentioned in the novel?" Yue Zheng clenched her chin and started talking nonsense.

Yuezhou heard the words, but said helplessly: "You should read less nonsense books! Ice and water are of the same family, how can there be such a thing as ice spirit root?"

Yue Zheng pouted, expressing her displeasure at the rejection of her conjecture.

This time Yuezhou didn't want to coax her, but urged her to test it herself.

Yue Zheng is still looking forward to her spiritual root, maybe she is also a special genius?
As soon as Yue Zhou mentioned it, she couldn't wait to scratch her finger and drip a drop of blood on it, then stared at the Lingshi Lingshi expectantly.

The measuring spirit stone slowly glowed again, but this time it was a mixture of blue, green and brown, and the color was much muddier and duller than Yuezhou's beam of light.

Yue Zheng's watery eyes were full of disappointment, and his delicate brows were slightly frowned: "Ah! Does this mean that I am a good-for-nothing?"

Similarly, Yue Zhou also saw the properties of the light beam, and then stepped forward with obvious mockery, and patted her arm: "Oh! Work hard!"

Yue Zheng was very dissatisfied with her spiritual roots, and she was also very dissatisfied with Yue Zhou's attitude.

So she decided to speed up the process of planning, quickly recruit talented disciples, and recruit disciples who can match Yue Zhou to teach him for herself, so that he would not laugh at herself every day.

Hearing this, Zhu Junxiao chuckled again: "Master, didn't you beautify your aptitude in your dream?"

After hearing this, Yue Zheng gave him a slap in the face: "Being a teacher is honesty!"

Seeing Yue Zheng's revived expression, Zhu Junxiao chuckled and said, "That's great, Master, let's have more dreams! It would be even better if I could appear in your dreams sooner."

In the dream, on a sunny day, the main street of Jingyang City was crowded with people.

Quite a few people walked through the crowd, spreading news non-stop: "Boss Yue, who is rumored to have conquered the world with one move, is going to recruit apprentices!"

Soon, the news spread throughout Jingyang City.

As soon as this news came out, it attracted the attention of all martial arts people in Jingyang City.

In an unknown tavern, a group of martial arts figures gathered to discuss this matter.

"Hey! Have you heard? Boss Yue is going to accept apprentices."

"Really? Is it the boss of the month who overwhelmed everyone in the last martial arts conference?"

"Then there are fakes? The Laifu Teahouse has already posted a notice. If you want to sign up, you can go to the Laifu Teahouse in two days."

At this time, a skinny man in brown clothes suddenly "tsked": "You don't really want to sign up, do you? That person doesn't even dare to show his true colors, what can he teach us with just a shadowless hand?"

As soon as this remark came out, several people who were originally excited showed hesitation.

The man who just mentioned this matter heard the words, and put the jug in his hand heavily on the table, with a bad tone: "If you don't go, you won't go, why incite others? Although Boss Yue has never shown his truth in front of others, Rong, but it is true that she is invincible in the martial arts conference."

He had a showdown, he stopped pretending, he was Boss Yue's diehard fan, and whoever said bad things about Boss Yue, he would fight with anyone.

The skinny man was very unconvinced: "No matter how powerful it is, what can I do? I only know one move, and as her disciple, I can only learn this move. I think she probably wants to establish the Shadowless Hand sect!"

The words were full of disdain and banter, which caused many people to laugh out loud.

The diehard fan slapped the table, pointed at the skinny man and wanted to scold him, but he hadn't had much quarrel, his mouth seemed to be sealed, and he couldn't utter a single curse word.

At this time, in the corner of the tavern, a man in white said coldly, but his voice spread all over the tavern: "It's not that she only knows one move, but it only takes one move to hit you."

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the tavern exclaimed. Looking at him, they felt that the words were domineering. This person was probably also an admirer of Boss Yue.

The man in the corner is dressed in white clothes, with black hair like a waterfall, red lips and white teeth. He looks like a handsome young man, with an imposing manner. Occasionally, a wind blows in the hall, raising a few strands of the young boy's hair, making him look even more handsome.

(End of this chapter)