This villain's style is crooked

Lu Cha decisively kicked Wen Yu.

The strength was so strong that he abruptly kicked the unconscious Wen Yu awake.

His peach-blossom eyes are as clear as blue waves, seeming to gather up the vast stars, but at this moment he is looking at Lucha faintly, with a hint of sarcasm:

"It turns out that the master still remembers the disciple."

"?"

Lucha was dumbfounded.

What did she do to the little villain? ? ?

"Tu'er is currently on the first floor of the Qi training period, and has not yet bigu, and needs to eat."

At the end, Wen Yu almost gritted his teeth.

On the back mountain of Chaoyang Peak, there is only a pear grove.

But the pears produced were sour and astringent, not as delicious as the wild fruits in the Forest of Dark Souls, and the quantity was still very small.

He worked hard for five days, but only ate six small pears!

Teeth are sour!

Wen Yu's skinny smile didn't make any sense.

If it wasn't for his lack of strength now, he would definitely pick up the ax and try to see if he could kill Yan Lucha!

Lu Cha also realized this problem belatedly and felt very guilty.

She did, forget about the little villain.Gale novel

Just when Lu Cha was about to find food for Wen Yu, a disciple ran over and bowed his hands:

"The disciple has met the fifth elder."

"Sovereign, please go to the meeting hall now."

Lu Cha blinked: "Do you have food?"

The disciple was taken aback by the question, but obediently took out an oiled paper bag from his wide sleeve: "Return to Fifth Elder, this disciple has two steamed buns packed from the dining hall."

"If the fifth elder needs it, the disciple can give it to you first."

Lu Cha couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

Good enough!

After the disciple left, Lu Cha gave Wen Yu a wrap of oil paper: "If it's not enough to eat, I'll bring you something else when I come back later."

"When you are full, you will have the strength to work."

"I still want a palace for my teacher."

Wen Yu: "...?"

Did Yan Lucha regard him as a wishing tree? !What can she conjure by herself? !

Wen Yu clenched her fists tightly, but on the surface she bit her lips lightly in embarrassment:

"Actually, Tuer's health is not good. He suffered from a serious illness when he was a child, and now he often suffers from chest pains."

"The pain has become more and more frequent in the past few days, and sometimes I even feel out of breath. I'm afraid I can't help Master fulfill his wish..."

The young man wrung his fingers remorsefully, his pupils filled with mist, and looked at Lu Cha cautiously, as if he was afraid that she would get angry.

That nervous but somewhat pitiful little appearance made people want to feel pity and appeasement.

The little villain's acting skills are really good~

A look of evil flashed in Lu Cha's eyes, and the old god folded his hands on the ground:

"My teacher has long seen the old disease in your body, the reason why I asked you to build a house is to exercise your body."

"When you finish building the palace, the disease will be cured."

Wen Yu's temples twitched violently.

However, Lucha patted him on the shoulder lightly, with a serious face: "I believe in you as a teacher, you can definitely persevere!"

Before Wen Yu could speak, Lu Cha flew away.

Seeing the woman's figure receding away, Wen Yu squeezed the oiled paper bag in his hand, his eyes were filled with gloom.

Sure enough, immortal cultivators hate it the most!

Wen Yu got up coldly, but instead of doing any work, he walked down Chaoyang Peak and continued to familiarize himself with the terrain.Know the terrain.

In the past few days, he took advantage of Yan Lucha's retreat to secretly memorize the route of Wan Xuanzong, just to determine the location of the forbidden area.

It is said that Wanxuanzong has a secret treasure called Julingling, which can absorb all the spiritual energy in the world.

Maybe, he can break through the seal in his body without the need for an exquisite heart.

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The meeting hall of the main peak.

The old man sitting in the first place has kind eyes and kind eyes, with a snow-white beard on his chin.

And the purple-clothed woman sitting below him, with a beautiful appearance, but with calculations in her eyes, seemed not easy to get along with. It was the third elder—He Yuyan.

He Yuyan glanced at the first suzerain, and sighed deliberately:

"These five elders are really becoming more and more lawless. The disciple's message is almost a stick of incense, and she hasn't come here yet."

"Maybe it's because she killed so many new disciples, she has no face to see the suzerain."

As soon as He Yuyan finished speaking, a strand of black hair hanging down the right side of her cheek was suddenly cut off by a wind blade.

"Who?!"