Vol 2 Chapter 33: To shut up

Yang Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, Junlang's forehead slightly wrinkled, a gloomy color flashed in his eyes, and a convergent smile faintly said, "Xu Tianxie Taoist, please be careful. [八一? {
On his side, the two Ziwei Zong monks looked somber, rising up to exude a forceful breath, and rang out. The three monks of the Desolation Sect naturally refused to be outdone. Although the two sides did not take action, the air was buzzing because of the momentum of the two sides.
"Haha, Xun Xia made a mistake, do n’t blame my friends." Xingtian Xie's eyes flashed a little thought, and then he hit him on his back, after all, if at this moment it was completely torn apart with Ziwei Zong, there would be no benefit, it would only let other factions The monk fisherman profited, and he would not do such a stupid thing.
Yang Wei murmured in his heart, knowing that at this time, he must not be in a mood, and stretched out his hands, the atmosphere of tit-for-tat between the two sides was slightly relieved.
But even so, the atmosphere in the hall is still deadlocked. If the eyes can kill people, I am afraid that both sides are already physically destroyed and the gods are full of scars. They cannot die anymore.
In such a situation, many monks in the hall were expressionless and wondered what they were thinking.
"Oh, I don't know if all your friends have heard that this time the Holy Land was opened, there was also a gate named Luoyun Valley in North Huazhou." Under the ruined sect, it was the monk Luoshuimen in Nanzhou.
The strength of Luoshuimen is not weak. The real person in charge is to reach the later stage of Jindan, and four masters and uncles are also masters of Jindan. According to rumors, an older monk from Jindan's Great Realm was hiding in the gate and was hitting the Yuanying Avenue in Nanzhou, second only to the existence of the Desolation Sect.
The person talking at this moment is the young leader of Luoshuimen. Jun has no regrets. He is less than 23 years old this year.
"My brother and I heard some news about this." Jun no regrets fell, and a British monk behind him flashed a sense of understanding, and said, "Northern China has a low level of cultivation, and the Holy Land has not been opened for years. The in-state martial arts party invited Yuzhang. However, as far as I know, the strength of this Cloud Valley is not bad. There are two monks of Jindan in the gate. Not long ago, they annihilated a gate equal to its strength. Now it is the overlord of the North China state ’s cultivation world. "
After the two spoke, the atmosphere eased slightly. Xingtian nodded slightly and smiled: "The gentleman said something good, but the reputation of Luoyun Valley in North China was also heard by the master. It is said that there is a gold in this door. Master Dan is called Yao Dao Zi, and the technique of alchemy is extremely clever. At least he is also the master of alchemy in Sanpin. "
"Huh! But the two monks of Jindan, the one who is the highest is just Jindan's mid-term realm. These gates are not worth mentioning in my Quanzhou!" Xing Tian's voice fell, and Yang Wei was behind him. The girl sneered and sneered: "There are no tigers in the mountains, and the beard is called the king. This valley of clouds is just a luck, and it is not qualified to be invited by the holy land to Yuyu!"
Although this woman is pretty, her lips are slightly thin, her chin is sharpened, and she has a mole, which gives her a sense of indifference.
"In the eyes of Li Qingliu's Taoist friends, the strength of the falling cloud valley may not be much." Xing Tianxie flashed a bit of coldness, and touched the chin with a blue beard stubble, he smiled: "But every time the Holy Land opens, Quotas in all states have a quota. According to the practice of previous years, you should have five Ziwei Zong, but this year is one less. Hehe, maybe the missing quota is evenly given to this disciple of Luoyungu. "
"Brother Xing said very well. As far as I know, apart from Quanzhou, there have been no changes in the quotas of all factions. It must be so undoubted."
"Well, Ziwei Zong always has one more place than other schools such as My Destruction Zong, second only to Weizhou Sanqiandaomen and the Supreme Demon Sect, but I don't think this situation will continue to exist in the future." A woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with big eyes, nose bridge, and plump lips lightly opened, is a large crackling, and looks very ancient and strange.
"It's better, because some monks will always consider themselves superior and make me wait to be nauseated."
Monk of the Desolation Monk was more than twenty years old, with an indifferent complexion and big eyes. He frowned and sneered at this moment.
Yang Wei heard his expression look slightly stiff, and his eyes were a little gloomy, and he couldn't help humming.
"Decreasing a quota is also something that Ziwei Zong should be concerned about, and I am afraid it has nothing to do with you. You can manage your own affairs, and this matter is not laborious."
That day, Xing Tian smiled and was not upset. He waved his hand to stop provocation, took a cup of tea and sipped it, and sighed again and again: "Good tea! Really good tea!"
"Brother said yes, it's really good tea." From the side, the quirky young girl grinned, holding up the tea cup pretending to shake her head and talking.
"Northern China is a barren land. The level of cultivation is extremely backward, and the monks coming out of it must be waste." At this time, Li Qingliu flashed a little anger in her eyes, and couldn't help saying coldly. .
"Although I scrambled for a holy place from Quanzhou, I still have the opportunity to enjoy it. If I can't even pass the first test tomorrow, I think he will face him for a holy place in the future."
"Shimei's words are reasonable, and tomorrow's test, the monk in Yunyun Valley must not pass." Behind Li Qingliu, Qinghuo's mouth slightly tilted, showing a bit of coldness, "When this person comes, if I have the opportunity, I will definitely be with him Be affectionate so that he understands how to write the word waste? "
Li Qingliu Wenyan smiled a little on her face, her eyes flickered at the Xingtian, and she scorned: "Small gate in the barren land of North Huazhou, what great role can it play."
"Master Alchemy on Sanpin is extremely rare in my entire Zhao Guoxiu realm. How can it be equipped with Luoyun Valley! I think that 80% of the incident is that they randomly found someone to brag about it. I didn't expect that the smashed Zongbo Yunshang people would also Seriously, it is unbelievable. "
When Xingtian heard his words frowned slightly, his eyes flashed a bit cold, but before he could speak, a cold voice came from the entrance of the main hall.
"To shut up!"
The voice fell, and a young monk in a blue shirt and gloomy appearance appeared at the entrance of the hall. His dark eyes had no affection, and he covered that Li Qingliu.
Being stared at these eyes, Li Qingliu's heart was cold, and a chill rose from her heart instantly, her complexion couldn't help but slightly blue, and her feet receded back and forth.
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