Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

The Green Mountain Sect hall was very quiet at this moment, even the sound of a breath would appear particularly clear at this moment.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and no one wants to talk about this topic.

Chen Ming also seemed to smell an unusual and solemn aura in the entire Green Mountain Sect, but what he could not expect was that all this would be due to the words of own just now.

He thought that the news he brought back was too heavy, and his colleagues were all obsessed with thinking about how to deal with the demon sect.

Qingshan Daoist knows that this problem will be faced sooner or later, and the sooner the better, the later it is, the more likely it will be to cause Chen Ming's suspicion. So slowly raised his head, faced his disciple, and scanned for a week.

Outside of Chen Ming, no one dared to look at Qingshan Daoist. For fear that own name suddenly floats in the air.

One by one bowed to the sky, frowning, and the entire facial features were about to be squeezed into a ball.

Can't see... Can't see... Can't see... Jiang Haoran's mouth shook, and he kept meditating in his heart.

At this moment, Qingshan Daoist suddenly said: "Xiao Ming, I must send you there this time." Chen Ming seemed to be pleased, and he had never expected that the Master would give such courage to himself.

Before he could say thank you, Daoist added: "You have been to the Demon Realm. You are most familiar with everything about the Demon Clan. Moreover, you are also the place where you meet with other Sect people under the mountain. You are the most suitable for this expedition."

Qingshan Daoist was also afraid that Chen Ming was suspicious, so he explained the reason. Then he shook his robe, pretending to be casual.

Let Chen Ming once again see the confidence and hard-heartedness of Hidden World Sect. In the face of this life and death event, the Master did not panic at all.

"Yes, Master! The disciple will definitely live up to his life!" Chen Ming's expression of excitement was beyond words.

I thought that when I went to the garrison this time to fight against the demons, the Master would definitely send several seniors who were better than him, and he could only do the logistics work in the rear.

Unexpectedly, it was so easy to be selected. The Master's trust in himself must not be let down.

The other disciples breathed a sigh of relief at this time. This was probably their most admirable act of coercion to Qingshan Daoist in this life. The Master is really a strong middle player, so he can say the most against his heart in the calmest tone like this without changing his face.

However, good job! The hearts of all the disciples were slightly relaxed at this moment. At least when the brows are stretched out, they can tell who is who.

Qingshan Daoist saw his incompetent disciples. He didn't want to push the treasure Chen Ming into this eternal battle, but did he have other choices? The few unsuccessful people just waved their hands secretly, but it was not that they didn't see it. Sending these goods is a sure thing.

Just when everyone thought that this matter would stop there, Qingshan Daoist made another big turn: "This time I fight against the devil, Chen Ming will go alone. I am definitely not at ease. I have to find two more people to accompany him. ."

As soon as Daoist said this, the other disciples who had just prepared to celebrate the rebirth of own suddenly collapsed.

There is still a turning point in this matter? And this time it can only be selected from the rest.

Regarding this choice of no retreat, Jiang Haoran first chose to take the initiative to attack. Now is the time to carry forward the spirit of humility and courtesy of the Qingshan School.

"Well, I think Master, your Cultivation Base is the highest, and the Sword Technique is perfect and superb. You can wear Yang with a hundred steps. It is the best choice for you to accompany the junior."

Lin Wentian glanced at Chen Ming contemptuously, he was invincible if he really didn't wanting face.

I have never seen this product boast me so much, and even use so many idioms in one breath, this product is really costly in order to pretend to be compelling.

"There is also the fifth junior brother, you master formation, but the main force of trapping demons, with your formation and the little junior brother Sword Technique, you will definitely kill demons and eliminate demons, and you will be invincible."

This boastful boast made Zhuge Xingwei comfortable, but the chicken soup was poisonous, and labor and management didn't drink it.

At this moment, the entire Green Mountain Sect Hall has developed into a large-scale killing scene, and now everyone is a god in the eyes of the other party.

"Second elder brother...you are definitely the most suitable. Your aura of giving up to me is enough..."

"Brother San, you are definitely the best candidate, your muscles can scare them to death, you..."

The whole scene was bluffing, chaotic, and withdrawing from thinking about this matter. Only Chen Ming was quiet and listened to them braggingly.

Although I am used to seeing fellow seniors and sisters behave in a low-key manner on weekdays, I didn’t expect that all of them would be so hidden. If I hadn’t listened to this conversation between them, I really didn’t know that their strength was better than I thought. Much stronger. And they are all so humble. In contrast, I am really ashamed.

At this time, only Qingshan Daoist not far away, glanced through the thoughts of these little boys. This seems to have become a not wanting face behavior for the exclusive Green Mountain Sect.

He shook his head helplessly, and said something to stop the farce.

"Stop fighting. Although I know that you all want to participate in this battle against demons, there are always some people left to guard the base camp. Opportunities are limited. Lots have been written for you. Life!"

This wave of operations directly filled the whole of the Qingshan Sect. The art of this language can really break the fake into the real, and make the death alive.

This time the audience was silent again, and the overall situation was settled. It only depends on my fate.

The whole lottery process was unusually quiet, but everyone seemed to have chanted French in their hearts and wanted to pray for themselves.

The beating sound of everyone's heart in the Great Hall was very clear.

"Let's open the lottery together, and the one who wrote'The Chosen Son' is the lucky one on this expedition."

Daoist looked as he should.

In the end, it was the fifth brother student who won the honor without any love. He hid his face and wept. Chen Ming thought it was because fate had favored him and wept with joy.

Things can't be changed, and they can only be accepted. But Zhuge Xing, the drag oil bottle, and Chen Ming always felt unsafe, in order to ensure that Chen Ming, the first brother of Qingshan Zong, could return safely.

Qingshan Daoist finally prepared to arrange a person to accompany him. Of course, Lin Wentian knew that it was him who could not escape.

Lin Wentian feels bitter. My big brother doesn't have much power on weekdays. Once the gun is blocked, he must be the first to be pushed up.

"This matter is so set, you are ready to prepare, and set off in three days." Qingshan Daoist said last.

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