A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 320 When the sky falls, Mo Yan’s mouth will hold him up

The Miaoyin Sect itself is a sect that values ​​its disciples, otherwise it would not have allowed Lu He and Jun to return the body of a deceased disciple to his hometown as scheduled.

Lu He's master thought he would collect the bodies of his two apprentices.

The consciousness he left on the two of them could resist attacks in the middle stage of divine transformation.

In this case, unless two apprentices meet a noble person, it will definitely be a narrow escape.

Unexpectedly, he had just finished halfway when he received a message from his young apprentice.

"Master, my senior brother and I didn't die. Xiao Beiwan and Mo Wendao rescued us. Xiao Beiwan also gave me some heavenly magic weapons."

"You don't have to worry about me and senior brother, we are fine! Just go back by yourself."

Lu He's voice was not only cheerful, but also showed off that he had a very good friend.

Naturally, my master knows his disciple’s virtues best.

Secretly complaining in his heart, it is really a fool who has such a good fortune to be able to get along so well with that little genius from the Cangyan Sect.

This is what I think in my heart, but I can't say it out loud.

"Practice hard, don't expect you to be able to help others, just don't let others help you all day long."

"Lu He, your talent is not bad, but you just can't stop using your talk book. If you could focus on practicing by reading your talk book..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The traitor over there started: "Hey...Master...the wind is a bit strong...it's hard to hear..."

Then decisively there was no sound.

Master Lu He:...

Sure enough, sometimes apprentices are just like other people's children. It feels a little bad to look at one's own unlucky child.

You can piss people off anytime and anywhere.

Lu He hung up the message transmission with his master, and under the admiring gaze of his senior brother, he gave Bei Wan an awkward and sweet smile: "Master talks too much."

Jun Ruzhi:...

This is the only thing their sect dares to say about Master and jump on Master's minefield.

Bei Wan didn't think anything was wrong. Her fourth senior brother was more courageous and spent the whole day jumping around in the sect's minefield.

Mo Yan, that kid, used to be very sweet-mouthed when he was trying to make a living outside. He would talk to people and talk to ghosts.

It may also be that I have lived too much such a hypocritical life before.

After entering Cang Yan Sect, especially after Bei Wan came, Mo Yan had really changed a lot.

Now you can say whatever you want, since we are all from the same sect anyway, if it is too hypocritical, the relationship will not be good.

The young man who was complained by his junior sister suddenly shuddered.

Mo Yan raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, feeling a little uncomfortable from the sneeze he didn't make just now.

Liao Jin, who had been following him silently, glanced at him.

The look in his eyes was a bit strange, as if he was looking at a weakling.

Recently, he followed the fourth junior brother out. It was clear that the fourth junior brother was much more powerful than him, but Liao Jin just felt that the fourth junior brother was becoming more and more like a delicate flower.

It's hard for him to describe this feeling because he's not educated. Anyway, the fourth junior brother has become brittle when he's here recently.

The young man who still didn't know that he had become a delicate flower in his senior brother's heart put his hands together and raised his head with an arrogant and fierce look.

"I'm fine, don't look at me like that."

What's that look in Second Senior Brother's eyes? It's very strange.

Liao Jin:......

No, I can’t watch it, this junior brother is even more delicate.

There were some messy footsteps outside, and the young man raised his eyebrows slightly. His legs were still raised calmly and leisurely while sitting on the chair.

When he came, he said that some people would be unable to bear it.

The footsteps stopped, and someone knocked on the heavy carved wooden door from outside.

"Master Imperial Master, Your Majesty invites you to go to the Imperial Study Room to discuss matters."

The attendants raised their voices and shouted in a respectful and humble voice.

The heavy ornately carved wooden door isolates the movement inside the house.

The attendant didn't get a response, but he didn't dare to urge him. He waited a moment and was about to raise his voice and shout a second time.

The carved wooden door was pushed open.

The attendant lowered his eyes knowingly, not daring to look directly at the people in the room.

The rest of his sight could only see a pair of priceless shoes and boots made of fine brocade as the sole and gold thread as the lead.

"Let's go."

The young man's voice was lazy and careless, but it also revealed an unattainable sense of nobility.

The corridor is long and magnificent, with intricate murals and carvings, gold-painted lacquerware made with hundreds of techniques, and flawless white porcelain that is one of a kind in a million.

It can be seen that the owner of this palace is noble, but these things are indeed not up to standard in the eyes of the monks.

But Mo Yan spoke up, naming the precious objects one by one, and at the end he didn't forget to tsk: "He is indeed the master of a country."

When they came, they could see that the people here were not that wealthy.

He who plunders the people's wealth and anointing to decorate his palace beautifully will not be long-term ruler of the country.

"Master Imperial Master, please."

The attendant leading the way stopped and asked the two people behind him to walk into the inner hall on their own.

The young man wore a large black robe, with a hood covering most of his face. He pushed open the door of the inner hall with strong hands and led Liao Jin inside.

The moment Liao Jin stepped into the inner hall, he felt something was wrong.

Before he could react, the door of the inner hall closed tightly on its own, a strong pressure shrouded it, and the entire inner hall fell into endless darkness.

"National Preceptor? Just this kind of stuff?"

Sitting in front of the hall was not the king that Liao Jin had seen before, but a strong demon who was very powerful and not easy to mess with at first glance.

At this time, he was looking at the two of them with mocking eyes.

Liao Jin was silent, just looking at the demon sitting above with a little distress.

The demons still don't know what they are about to face, and they are still putting pressure on them with the coercion of the incarnation of Dzogchen that they are proud of.

After a while, the person on the main seat changed.

The young man in black robe was like an old man, sitting carelessly and horizontally on the rosewood carved eight-treasure wood chair. He raised his left leg and stepped on the chair with one foot. His left arm was naturally resting on the raised knee, and his body was slightly He looked forward, feeling very complacent and arrogant.

He looked at the demon clan in the audience who had been beaten up by Quack and could no longer scream with a bit of contempt, as if looking at a disobedient dog.

Wasn't he quite awesome and domineering just now?

Why are you so cool now?

"Come on, give me another one for your uncle!"

"Hey! Ah!"

Liao Jin stood aside quietly, looking at the demon who was beaten down both mentally and physically by his charming junior brother.

He lowered his head silently.

It's not good to offend anyone, but Mo Yan, who would have his mouth on his lips if the sky fell down.