Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

A Mortal Realm post caused a lot of shock in The Mortal Realm, which alarmed Sect cultivators in all states, large and small.

Although there are no fancy decorations and complicated outlines on the golden Zhenma post, you can feel its weight and mysterious power when you hold it in your hand.

What's more, this post is when the guards of the breakthrough layers arrive directly at Sect's ancestral hall in the three watch days, as if entering the land of no one.

Even if this Suppression Fair is not interesting, everyone is curious about who the expert who sent the post is.

With all kinds of speculations, the sects who received the Zhenma stickers sent their disciples to check it out.

Most of the Sects in the Black Tortoise state already know that the Qingshan Sect is a hidden giant wearing the eighth-grade Sect, and Chen Ming's name has long been known among them.

Therefore, most of them are here specifically for this town demon convention. So that when the time comes to resist the demons, they can also act in a unified manner, and will not be alone.

The other batch of Sects from outside the state, for the time being, still don't know what the situation is. First of all, they want to see who can send this post.

Secondly, I want to see what kind of peerless this is. Sect can have such a appeal, and I want to make such a post. Is it possible that I am ignorant and know that there is still such a legacy in this world?

The Sect disciples from outside the state embarked on the road to the Qingshan Sect with their own doubts.

At this point, Chen Ming has almost returned to Sect.

Finally, taking advantage of the few days when the younger brother was away, the meat was opened in Sect, and everyone was eating big fish and meat.

"Master, Master!" A hurried voice came from outside the hall.

"Little brother, he..." Duan Muxiong panted, unable to lift up.

Upon hearing the three words "Little Junior Brother", Qingshan Daoist immediately panicked. Seeing Duan Muxiong panicked, he thought something had happened to Chen Ming.

"Chen Ming, what's wrong with him, say it!" Daoist yelled anxiously.

"I saw Junior Brother, he came back from Houshan." Duan Muxiong continued to pant.

Hearing that the younger brother was safe and sound, no accidents happened, Qingshan Daoist's expression calmed a lot.

"I'm back, I'm back, why are you panicking?" Daoist is obviously used to these days of big fish and meat.

I completely forgot that the Green Mountain Sect wanted to establish a high standard in front of Chen Ming.

Several of his disciples seemed to have slowly realized Duan Muxiong's eagerness, and stopped the dishes one after another, staring at Qingshan Daoist.

Lin Wentian calmly said to the Master again: "Master, the younger brother will be here soon."

Qingshan Daoist noticed something wrong in his tone, Ciao, Chen Ming is about to return, the meat can't be eaten, and the soup can't be drunk.

"Then don't pack it soon! Do you wait for Chen Ming to come back and see it before you pack it up?" Daoist gave an order.

Everyone was in a hurry, but they were complaining in their hearts. This little junior came back too early.

Obviously, so many posts, it took ten and a half months to say it, and they returned so early.

Only Jiang Haoran watched the light clouds roll and relax, strolling leisurely in the courtyard, and silently stuffing the roasted chicken legs into his arms.

"Haoran!" Qingshan Daoist glanced at him.

"Master, this is also a sort of tidying up. And it's not good to waste food." Jiang Haoran smiled hippiely.

Daoist was so distempered by this foodie that he had to turn around and blame the other disciples.

Chen Ming was naturally relaxed after finishing the work. What's more, when he returned to Sect, at the foot of the mountain, one after another had heard people discussing the Suppression Conference.

It seems that Zhen Mo Tie has been safely transmitted to every Sect.

He walked happily to the Great Hall, and saw everyone sitting together, seeming to be discussing something.

"Master! The disciple is back." Chen Ming first met with Qingshan Daoist.

Several seniors greeted the return of the juniors with glistening expressions.

The younger brother was a little flattered, but he didn't expect to return to Sect by himself. All the brothers paid so much attention to it.

A neat forty-five degree smile greeted himself.

"Well, that's good. How did things go?" Qingshan Daoist resumed his posture as an expert in the world, and his tone was calm and indifferent.

"All have been sent to the major Sects."

Then Chen Ming informed everyone of his colleagues about the process of sending the posts, and everyone tried their best to conceal own shock.

Jiang Haoran's open mouth still has chicken meat that he hasn't finished chewing.

I could only feel that Heaven is really unfair sometimes, not to mention giving him such a good talent, but also giving him a good mind.

This really makes us even more useless.

The several seniors who had been hit hard found excuses to leave. It's too stressful to be in the same room with the younger brother.

"Since all the posts have been sent, Xiao Ming, you can take a good rest these days and get ready for the subsequent Suppression Conference."

When Qingshan Daoist showed his overall view, he did not forget to continue to pretend: "Xiao Ming, you go down first, I will also discuss the formation of the formation with your senior brother and fifth senior brother."

"Yes, Master!" It turned out that in Sect these few days, the old Master is still studying the formation map day and night.

I only blame my poor comprehension ability. Now everyone in Sect is hurt, and Cultivation Base is greatly reduced. Only own Realm is the highest, but it can't help the Master. I'm so useless.

In the Great Hall, only Qingshan Daoist, Lin Wentian and Zhuge Xing remained.

"Master, the formation picture can't even be put out by the junior brother, what else are we researching?"

"Study your size, you don't want Chen Ming to know that when he is away these days, everyone is drunk and dreaming, right?" Daoist slapped Zhuge Xing on the head.

In the same Sect, why is the gap so big?

"Wen God, since Chen Ming's Zhenmo Posts have been sent out, people from all schools and factions will come to check it in a few days, but you have to be prepared in advance." Qingshan Daoist expressed deep concern about the conference. After all, apart from Chen Ming, Sect doesn't have much to know.

Lin Wentian knew that it was a chore when he heard it. Although he knew it was useless to shirk, he still waved his head again and again.

The last time I accompanied my junior brother to participate in the sword discussion conference, I was already shocked again and again.

Now the ordinary little Sect of the Qingshan Sect can see to the end at a glance, but can it still be a flower?

"Master, the younger brother is our treasure of the town, as long as we hold him, everything else is a cloud." Lin Wentian tried to simplify things.

"It's natural for the teacher to know it, but I still need you to say it? It's just that when there are more Sects to and from, it is hard to guarantee that gossip will come into your little junior's ears. If you don't take precautions in advance, don't be caught People dug the corner."

Qingshan Daoist, as the leader of a clan, is naturally foresight.

What's more, this is the Black Tortoise state alone, and there are many superb Sects that have been coveted for a long time.

Many Sects from outside the state have arrived this time, so you must prevent it.

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