Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Zhu Xi’s eyes swept through Jun Yanzhi, and his words and deeds were the same as usual: “Please.”

Wen Jing looked at Jun Yanzhi and carefully took the admiration in his eyes.

The thoughts of Jun Yanzhi are all in the "Hundred Thousand Souls", and they are not noticed. They faintly sighed with Wen Jing, and their clothes fluttered, and they went with Zhu Xi.

Zhu Xi was dressed in black and looked expressionless. He asked: "Is it true that the disciple of Fang Caihong Xiufeng was difficult for you?"

“Thank you, Master Zhu’s thoughts, I have never been troubled.”

"That's good."

As a disciple of the patriarch, Zhu Xi’s words and deeds can be summed up in the words “Small and cautious”. He is the root of the soil and water, and his qualifications are medium to high. Fortunately, he has received the careful attention of the priests. When he is less than 60 years old, he will enter the middle of the foundation. More than 140 disciples of Yu Rongfeng were taken care of by more than twenty Zhuji disciples. Therefore, Zhu Xi ignored Yu Rongfeng's customs and followed him.

There is such a kind of person in the world, the things in the world are done properly, nuanced, and there are not many words. They never bully people, pull people when they can, never fall into the stone, do not swear, and provoke trouble.

Zhu Xi is such a person.

Although Jun Yanzhi appreciates him, he has no intention of making friends, and he has nothing to do with him. He went to the Qing Dynasty Hall one by one.

There was a voice of discussion in the apse, but it was calm, and the peaks of the people looked at the man from the front hall in unison.

Jun Yanzhi did not panic, his eyes swept over Lu Yunzhuo lying on the ground, and bowed his head: "Huishifeng Junyan waits for the lord to order."

Everyone looked down and saw that the men’s green shirts were whitened, slender and long, and they were covered with blue ribbons and fell to the shoulders. They were extremely elegant in black long hair.

A faint scent of vegetation spreads across the nose, if nothing happens.

Zhu Xi stood quietly behind the seat.

The mountain of Lushan scorned the beard and looked at him for a while, slowly saying: "Go up and absorb the aura in this stone." He said that he took out a light blue stone.

Jun Yanzhi’s slight hesitation seems to have an incomprehensible color, but he did not ask for an exit. He took a step and placed his hand on the stone and closed his eyes.

The aura inside Lingshi immediately poured out and rushed into the body. After a short while, the aura is dived, and the Lingshi becomes dull.

Lushan’s eyes are deep and silent: “What kind of root do you have?”

Jun Yanzhi endured the aura of the body, respectfully said: "Golden wood double root."

The mountain of Lushan was indulged for a long while, and said to the table: "I only measured his Mulingen. Can the Zongzhu be interested in measuring his Jinlingen?"

When the roots are measured, the roots can only detect the roots of the roots, the roots of the single roots are the roots of the gods, the roots of the double roots are the roots of the true spirits, and so on. If you want to measure the degree of richness, you need to lose the top grade.

The top grade Lingshi is expensive and rare. The mountain of the road is measured by a top grade wood stone. The root of the tree is measured. Now if you want to measure his Jinlingen, you will need to consume the top grade.

This kind of measurement method is really not something that most people can measure.

The single roots are rich in roots, and the five spiritual roots are like waste roots. This law has not changed for thousands of years. However, there are some extremely rare cultivators. Although not a single spiritual root, Lingen is also very rich.

It seems that Jun Yanzhi is one of the rare people.

He has been silent for more than ten years. If it is not just a coincidence of Zhao Ningtian, I am afraid that no one can find him so talented.

After thinking for a while, he said to Zhu Xi: "Get a piece of gold stone."

The aura of the Shangpin Lingshi contains more than a hundred times more than the lower stone. If you have a strong root, you can absorb the aura in a very short period of time.

However, after the genius of Jun Yan absorbed the aura of Mu Lingshi, there was a feeling of fullness in Dantian, and immediately said: "The master, the disciple's cultivation is only building the foundation, and can no longer absorb too much aura."

The banquet said: "It's okay."

Zhu Xi immediately took the lead.

After a while, Zhu Xi came back and offered a jade box. The seat puts out the spirit stone in person and goes to the road of Jun Yan: "Try it."

Lingshi is about the size of the palm, and the silver light flows faintly.

Jun Yan's lips, put his hand on the Lingshi: "The sovereign, if the disciples absorb the aura, I am afraid that they will explode and die."

I only looked at him and didn't talk.

The face of Jun Yan is cold, and the spirit is absorbed into the aura. In an instant, Dan Tian is full, and the aura is flooding the whole body. His blue veins are slightly exposed and pale, and he only feels severe pain in every part of his body.

He looked up and took a look at the table, but he saw his eyes as a torch, and did not save, but it was full of inquiry.

Huang Huafeng’s Qin Feng main road: "Xi Zongzhu, this Jun Yanzhi is afraid of being unable to stand it."

The seats were not spoken, and the apse was silent and silent, only the sound of the teeth of Jun Yan’s patience was heard.

"The Sovereign, this monarchy really can't hold it."

The seat still did not answer, Jun Yan's face was indignant, and suddenly released Lingshi: "What is the intention of Xi Zongzhu?" As said, the corner of his mouth overflowed with blood, and blood could not flow. He was pale and fell to the ground, gradually becoming unconscious.

The road to the mountain slowly said: "It is indeed built by the base... you saved him."

Jun Yan is confused, only one hand is placed on his wrist, the aura's own body slowly withdraws, the feeling of fullness and pain gradually disappears, but still groggy.

In the apse, everyone was silent for a long time, Shao Juncai said: "Mu Linggen and Jin Linggen are so rich, not much worse than a single Tianling root. Such qualifications are rare."

The road to the mountain is not a beard.

Lu Changqing said: "So, can he let him try to accept the inheritance?"

The young man lying on the road overlooking the ground stood up and said: "The poor road back to the ancient mirror school, and it will return within two days. The magic repair has recently caused more than 70 people to be insane, and may not be available in a short time. When I was born, I hope that the sects will take care of the 16 disciples of the ancient mirror. They will not be seriously harassed within a month, but they will become more violent, and even self-injury, and eventually die. Now there is this monarchy, or There is salvation, success or failure is here."

Everyone's face was somewhat soothing and they stood up: "There are old roads."

I finally sent the mountain of the road and returned to the apse, but I saw that Wang Yanzhi was already awake. He stood up in his chest and looked at the crowd with a cold face.

Xi put a reddish remedy out of his arms and said, "I will test your repairs with Aura. It is a last resort. Otherwise, if you try it by other methods, I am afraid that you will hurt." It’s even heavier. The magic repair should be in the Yuan Ying period. If we conceal the whole body and hide the magic, we have no way of knowing that we must try it.”

The anger of Jun Yan's face is not diminished: "The lord only measures my cultivation, and does not measure the cultivation of others. What is it?"

The hand of the banquet was shot, and the red medicinal medicine flew in the air and fell into the palm of Jun Yan: "This is the dust dan, which can help you to reconcile the aura. You have two auras of the top stone today, and this As an aid to the medicinal herbs, go back to the day of the interest rate adjustment, and it will be beneficial to repair it. After two days, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

The face of Jun Yan was unwilling, but he did not refute it. He finally took the drug away.

As soon as he went out of the Qing Dynasty, he lowered his head and his mood finally slowed down.

Although I have already expected that people will not easily believe him, I did not expect to test my own cultivation today. Unfortunately, no matter how they measure it, they can’t measure it...

The sky is dark, the red sky is full of heaven, and the monarchy swallows the medicinal herbs, and the wind returns to its place of residence.

Wen Jing has been cooking for dinner, and he is busy asking him what is going on.

Jun Yanzhi will say what happened 1510. He was pale and had blood on his lips. At this moment, he felt a little weaker and heavier.

Wen Jing looked at him like this, could not help but feel distressed: "Sisters hurry to eat, eat and rest for a while."

He ate his dinner and helped him to go to bed.

Jun Yanzhi still looks pale and turns, but he is weak and weak, and he is silent in the arms of Wen Jing.

Wen Jing can not help but wonder. Didn't the sect of Zhai give him a dusty dan? After eating the medicinal herbs and then taking care of it, it will be a big increase tomorrow. It can be said that it is a blessing in disguise.

Such a classic upgrade of the bridge section, the male master was first suspected of suppression, but later became the master of salvation, inheriting the work volume. Just how come to the brothers here, but have been lying down and can't get up?

He didn't dare to talk indiscriminately. After all, this night, he took asleep and made a quilt for him.

The two days passed by quickly, and the daily adjustment of Jun Yan had returned to normal. Another day, the road to the mountain was taken back to the Qing Dynasty by Yu Yanlong.

Once again, Jun Yan was called to the front of the public.

As soon as I entered the apse, I had not had time to give a gift. I only felt that the familiar fragrance was overflowing in the nose.

The road to the mountain slowly said: "Do not ask anything, close your eyes, enter."

Jun Yan is no longer cautious, sitting on the ground. The eyes were originally dark, empty, and there was nothing in the air. However, there was an old man standing in the sea, and the endless grief once again swept away from consciousness and drowned people.

"...is you?" The voice of the old man seemed to come out of his mind.

"Yes, it is me."

"...the repair of the magic repair is not low."

"Innately brought."

The old man was down, his body shape slowly became transparent, and then disappeared, and finally disappeared into consciousness: "It is you, go..."

The gods finally merge into one, and there are thousands of strange symbols in the brain, but they form clear words and pictures, such as the tides flooding into the brain. After a long time, the wisdom between the two is clear.

Jun Yan slowly opened his eyes and stood up and looked at everyone, without saying a word.

Lushan looked at the empty scrolls, which seemed to be regrettable, and seemed to be emotional: "... sure enough, you are the one who is destined."