Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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With a playful smile on the corner of his lips, Xie Zhuo raised his eyes to look at the place full of aura, and saw the rumbling thunder in the sky.

Presumably, this is the thunder disaster when Du Guanjing stepped into the Nascent Soul because of a blessing in disguise.

Xie Zhuo stood up from the lawn, swept the weeds off his body, and flew towards the mountain.

At this moment, the disciples of Wuzong Mountain are also watching Du Guanjing's Thunder Tribulation, accumulating some experience for their future practice.

However, on the way, I don't know who was distracted first and saw Xie Zhuo.

Then, a pair of eyes looked at Xie Zhuo nervously, not knowing what to say.

But Xie Zhuo, who was stared at by these gazes, didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

He even put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "What are you looking at me for? Look at Du Guanjing, I want to see how many thunderstorms he can survive."

The unkind meaning in these words made everyone feel helpless.

For the sake of Fairy Shuiyin, the junior uncle really didn't leave any room for the senior brother, so he uttered wild words in front of the crowd.

But he had never thought that Fairy Water Sound never favored him.

Xie Zhuo ignored the hot eyes behind him, and looked seriously at Du Guanjing's Lei Jie and the man standing upright under Lei Jie.

Even under the rumbling thunder, he did not show the slightest fear, and there was no emotion other than indifference in his eyes.

After the ninety-nine and 81 thunder tribulations, Du Guanjing sat indifferently in mid-air, his breath rising step by step, and soon stabilized to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

With so much accumulation, he actually ignored the early stage of Nascent Soul, and reached the middle stage.

For some reason, the eyes of the disciples turned to Xie Zhuo again.

In the past, the junior uncle Yuanying did not completely conquer the elder brother, but now the elder brother has reached the middle stage of Yuanying, the outcome between these two people is really difficult to judge for a while.

Those eyes gathered together, almost burning Xie Zhuo's back.

In desperation, he turned his head and looked at the quail-like little disciples with a smile: "What? Do you want to tell me something?"

Faced with his half-smiley expression, those disciples shook their heads quickly, none of them dared to say anything.

Little Martial Uncle has always had a bad temper, who would dare to act rebelliously in front of him?

In the distance, Master Jishan and the elders behind him watched Xie Zhuo's every move, with a somewhat helpless expression on their faces.

"Junior brother's brain is flooded!" The grumpy Xingtang elder even spoke bluntly with a dark face.

Because of outsiders and his nephew and nephew, what is it?

Not to mention, the Misty Sound Sect's Water Sound Fairy never paid attention to him from the very beginning!

Helplessness also flashed in Ji Shan's eyes, he took a deep look at Xie Zhuo before turning his head to look at his eldest disciple.

There was a flash of light on Du Guanjing's body, and in a blink of an eye, the tattered clothes that had been torn by the thunder calamity disappeared completely, and he became the indifferent and handsome Wuzongshan senior brother again.

"Master." He bowed his hands to the master who came to care about him, respectful and indifferent.

Relief flashed in Jishan's eyes, and he patted Du Guanjing's arm: "You are fine."

Being able to still maintain himself in that situation, and even go one step further, his disciples are better than imagined.

While speaking, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "Your uncle is just..."

He was a little helpless, he didn't know how to describe Xie Zhuo now, after a long while he said: "Don't care about him like him."