Chapter 523: Group epiphany

Ever since he followed Chen Xinglie, the latter has almost treated him as a transparent person and ignored him.
If it hadn't been for inquiring about Li Qinglian, the former senior sister in private, he might still think he had offended Chen Xinglie.
I said earlier that he can only stay with Chen Xinglie for a month, and then the latter will decide whether to stay.
This should be an examination. As for the specific rules, nobody knows except Chen Xinglie himself.
At this moment, seeing Chen Xinglie demonstrating swordsmanship to the great elder, Zhou Mo's heart moved, and he began to comprehend.
He is also a disciple of Tu Shanzong. Although he doesn't use much swords, it is Chen Xinglie's swordsmanship in the end. It is good for him.
Anyway, he didn't say that he couldn't learn, so he would just learn it honestly.
The same is true for other people. No one in the audience spoke. Except A Chou, they were all watching this scene quietly, seeming to want to remember it in their hearts.
Even people who often follow Chen Xinglie's side will not often have this opportunity.
The next moment, the big sword was completely drawn out.
Chen Xinglie's expression changed abruptly, he used ten times the strengthening stone.
He reserved a lot of this thing in case of emergency.
There doesn't seem to be any opinion on this system, as if he has been indulged.
As for paying back the money in the future, it will naturally be said later...
Since they are given some benefits, with Chen Xinglie's temperament, it is natural to give them enough.
It depends on how much these people can understand.
He raised his eyes, and his gaze swept from Shang Qingkong, Tongueless, Shi Feiyu and others, and finally fell on Zhou Mo.
Chen Xinglie's eyes narrowed unchecked.
This guy actually realized it?
At this moment, Zhou Mo was sitting on the ground cross-legged, his eyes closed tightly, and an unusual aura flashed across his body from time to time. He should be in a state of epiphany.
Chen Xinglie didn't expect Zhou Mo to realize that with so many people here.
Isn't it that this person is not talented enough?
You know, in the courtyard at this moment, whether it is Shang Qingkong or Tongueless, or Shi Feiyu and Zhao Yumeng, their qualifications are not comparable to Zhou Mo.
Needless to say the former, one is Tushanzong's great elder, the first person of the Dagan dynasty, and his cultivation has already reached its peak.
Her aptitude is certainly not bad.
Tongueless and Shang Qingkong's cultivation base is only one line behind.
Shi Feiyu and Zhao Yumeng are the pinnacles of today's younger generation, and their strengths are strange and unpredictable. I am afraid that only land immortals can firmly suppress them.
But the first to realize it was an ordinary Zhou Mo.
Chen Xinglie felt that he underestimated this persistent guy.
He slowly retracted his gaze and ignored him.
"Huh"
Chen Xinglie slashed out with a sword, and the fierce sword might whizzed out immediately, slashing directly on the barrier of the Nanming Lihuo Array.
If it hadn't been blocked by a large formation, Chen Xinglie himself wouldn't doubt that the sword light of this sword could pierce the sky into a hole.
After all, this was the first time he used the Void Condensation Sword Art after his cultivation was promoted to a land god.
And also added ten times strengthening stone.
The power ratio reached its peak before.
Chen Xinglie stood with his hand holding his hand, and the eyes of the few people in front of him were more or less enlightened.
However, chance is something that some people seem to be born lacking, and some people can't stop it.
On the field, the tongueless eyes showed a color of doubt, obviously not understanding, and failed.
There was ashamed in his eyes.
Although voluntarily following Chen Xinglie, the purpose is not to improve his strength, but if he has the opportunity, he will naturally not let it go as a warrior.
It's just natural talent, good luck makes people.
This can't blame others.
Chen Xinglie saw all this, but he didn't say anything.
In addition to the tongueless, there is another person who has not realized that it is Zhao Yumeng.
Shi Feiyu had already sat cross-legged on the ground, and like Zhou Mo, his whole person had entered a strange state of epiphany.
After all, she uses a knife. Although there is a big difference from a sword, there are similarities and similarities between the two.
If it is mutually confirmed, it is also easy to comprehend something.
As for Zhao Yumeng...
Chen Xinglie's eyes turned to her.
The latter happened to be looking at him too, with a wave of blue eyes that made his heart tremble.
She didn't have the confusion or doubt in the eyes of other people at all, and some were just tender and moving.
Chen Xinglie suddenly had a guess in his heart.
He originally suspected that Zhao Yumeng might not be as simple as he originally thought.
The trace of killing intent he revealed when facing the Lord of Winter was enough to prove that his identity was definitely not simple.
It now seems that it is exactly what he imagined.
In this way, there is no surprise if you don't understand his swordsmanship. Will the warrior understand the stick method from the young gangster who wields the wooden stick to fight?
Of course, this is not to say that Chen Xinglie is far behind Zhao Yumeng, it is just a metaphor.
Chen Xinglie decided not to think about this anymore, isn't his Zhu Er still by his side now?
Chen Xinglie didn't have to doubt that kind of look.
Zhu Er is sincere, as long as it is sincere, that's enough.
He turned his back and walked slowly into his room.
Before leaving, he withdrew from the Nanming Lihuo Array that enveloped the entire manor.
And those who had the epiphany, naturally let them realize it alone in the yard.
The state of enlightenment can be met, and it is most taboo to be disturbed by others. Even a small amount of interference may be abandoned.
But this is not just as simple as withdrawing from the state of enlightenment. On the contrary, when disturbed, the enlightened person is slightly injured and needs to rest for several months. In severe cases, it may directly become stupid or fall. Go crazy.
Chen Xinglie returned to the house, and then Zhao Yumeng gently closed the door.
She leaned against Chen Xinglie's arms, sucking the smell of Chen Xinglie in her nose.
The latter hugged it, and neither of them spoke, but just hugged it so quietly.
No one wants to destroy this hard-won peace.
"Chen Lang."
Zhao Yumeng's lips lightly opened.
"What is Zhuer?"
"Can Chen Lang go to Northern Xinjiang?"
Chen Xinglie was stunned, and immediately felt guilt in his heart.
He nodded and fell silent immediately.
Zhao Yumeng is a very smart woman, she knows how to do the best.
As if he was going to northern Xinjiang, Zhao Yumeng took the initiative to leave Chen Xinglie's side and quietly waited for his return in the Tushan School.
Just because Chen Xinglie must have gone to Beijiang to teach Feiyu.
She didn't want to make it difficult for Chen Xinglie.
The latter would not understand this, so he became more guilty.
"I will stay here for a few more days this time."
Zhao Yumeng gave a soft "um", eyes full of happiness.
"Zhu Er, can you polish the ink for me?"
Chen Xinglie said softly.