system's super sect

After lighting another cigar of life, Wen Ping sat cross-legged by the window on the second floor of Tingyu Pavilion, which was connected to the dormitory area, and began to practice Dragon's Wrath in a meditative state.

When it was about to dawn, there was a different kind of coldness in the deep mountains. Wen Ping went deep into the dense forest again and began to absorb the wood energy in the mountains. Within ten minutes, he changed places and kept tossing until the sun was in the sky.

Return to Yunlan Mountain.

"Sect Master, I heard from Huai Ye that something happened last night?" Yang Lele asked quickly after meeting Wen Ping face to face.

He had actually walked around the main hall several times, even in the corners where mice didn't go. Because Huaiye told him that thirteen people died last night, and there was also a monk at the 13th level of physical training.

But I searched and searched, but couldn't find any trace of blood.

Except for the inexplicable piles of black powder in some places, there are no changes in the Immortal Sect.

It's not like going through a century-old battle at the pinnacle of physical training.

Wen Ping responded: "It's okay, it's just a little incident."

"This is still a small episode!"

Yang Lele was quite surprised by Wen Ping's calmness, but felt relieved when he thought that the Immortal Sect could even use the Pulse Technique.

Wen Ping immediately patted Yang Lele on the shoulder, feeling like an elder brother, "Lele, let's go and have breakfast."

"Sect Master, these are all small things, so what are the big things? By the way, Sect Master, you don't really intend to keep Huaiye in the Immortal Sect, do you?"

"how?"

"I think Senior Demon Chef will be reluctant to part with you."

"How do you know if you're not him? Do you want Huai Ye to go?"

"Of course not, I wish she wouldn't leave. Huaiye has delicious food every day, so there's no need to eat the charcoal-roasted duck neck made by Elder Yun. Sect Master, you don't know, the duck neck is just like black charcoal, take a bite

It really makes me black. If I hadn’t known in advance that it was a duck neck, I probably wouldn’t have been able to figure out what it was without even scratching my head.”

After complaining for a few words, Wen Ping couldn't help laughing as he spoke.

Yun Liao's craftsmanship is indeed something I cannot praise.

After arriving in the kitchen, Yang Lele picked up her chopsticks, sat down at the dining table, and knocked on the bowl. The bamboo chopsticks hit the porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound, but the sound was a bit like a beggar on the street begging.

"Silly Lele, what are you knocking on? Believe it or not, I will catch you in the gravity field today and beat you up."

Yang Lele smiled nonchalantly and said: "Hey, wait until you can dodge five lasers at the same time before you talk to me so loudly. And you are only training at the third level. I will be able to break through the sixth level in a week and torture you with one hand.

All right."

"No, why are you practicing so fast?" When Huaiye heard that Yang Lele was about to reach the sixth level of physical training, he didn't care that Yang Lele had humiliated him with words just now, and walked out with the dishes with a troubled expression.

"I am someone who can dodge five laser beams at the same time. Do you think everyone else has the same difficulty dodging two laser beams as you?"

"You! I won't let you eat."

instigate--

The rice bowls and vegetables in front of Yang Lele were moved away by Huaiye.

"Hey, Huai Ye, I'm your brother. Do you treat your brother like this?"

"Go away, you are just older than me."

…

While the two were bickering, Wen Ping sat aside and couldn't help but sigh, suddenly feeling like he had matured.

I couldn't help but take out a cigar and light it!

Take a deep breath, spit it out slowly, and murmur to yourself, "Oh, being young is good!"

"puff!"

Yun Liao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of water.

Wen Ping immediately turned around and glared at Yun Liao, angrily yelling: "What kind of expression! Haha, bite him!"

Woof woof!

Haha shouted twice at the food on the table.

"Why are you eating this? Bite him. How about I take a sip of my cigar for you?" Wen Ping shook the cigar while holding it in his hand.

A wisp of green smoke flowed along the gap and just arrived at Yang Lele.

Yang Lele sniffed hard twice, her nose trembled, and then looked along the scent, and then saw Wen Ping holding something and putting it into his mouth. He didn't put it into his mouth to chew, but just put it to his mouth without any movement.

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Just when he wanted to ask Wen Ping what it was, Wen Ping suddenly took the thing away from his mouth, and then spit out smoke from his mouth.

When the green smoke passed before his eyes again, Yang Lele became a little curious about the fragrance and the weird things, "Sect Master, what is that in your hand? Is it your weapon? Also, why are you spitting out smoke?"

"This is a cigar, for smoking." Wen Ping took another puff, pretending to be deep, and as he exhaled a puff of smoke, for some reason Yang Lele felt that Wen Ping suddenly became very handsome.

Even more outstanding than Elder Yun's delicacy.

Sect Master Wen, who was obviously a few years older than him, had a different sense of vicissitudes than his age.

Wen Ping continued: "Actually, what I smoke is not cigars, but loneliness. The chaos of the world, passing before my eyes, brings many ordinary things. One person practices, another person travels to the end of the world, and the only thing that accompanies me is loneliness."

After hearing this, Yang Lele's heart trembled, and then asked: "Do you want to be so handsome? Master, you... can I give you a cigar?"

"I should say roots, one and two."

"Well, Sect Master, can you give me one of these cigars?" Yang Lele then lowered her voice, "Sect Master, you were so handsome just now, I want it too. I don't have a girlfriend yet? Please help me.

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"It's no use praising me for being handsome. If you want one, I'll give you one for 50 gold."

"Bought it!"

Wen Ping took out the wooden box from his pocket, took out one of the seven cigars left from yesterday and today and handed it over.

"Light this end with fire. Remember, when you breathe in slowly, you should also be slow when spitting out. When spitting out, your eyes must be looking into the distance."

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang Lele stood up in ecstasy, then rushed into the kitchen, picked up a hot coal with tongs, remembered what Wen Ping told him, lit the cigar, and then rushed directly to Zhao Qing who was putting the dishes on the plate.

"Qing'er, are you lonely?"

Take a puff!

"Ahem!"

Yang Lele's attempt to remain calm and look into the distance instantly failed, and he coughed and ran towards the door.

"Sect master... no... ah..."

"It's an orphan!" Wen Ping couldn't help but sigh.

After Yang Lele said this, she was stunned for a moment and stood motionless by the door, as if she suddenly became a vegetative state.

When Zhao Qing urged him to get out of the way, Yang Lele screamed and jumped up, then laughed and looked at the cigar in his hand.

"Sixth level of body refining!"

Yang Lele shouted angrily, and a wave of air erupted from his whole body, almost overturning the table in front of him.

Zhao Qing, who originally wanted to kick him to stop Yang Lele's nerves, also changed his expression and thought to himself: What's wrong with this guy? He practices the same technique, why did he go from the fifth level of body training in less than half a month?

Breakthrough to the sixth level of body refining?

She didn't notice that Yang Lele ran up to Wen Ping with a cigar, not caring about showing off her breakthrough or showing off her glorious deeds of reaching the sixth level of physical training at the age of 15.

This is a unique thing in Cangwu City!

If word of this spreads, I'm afraid someone from the Samsung Sect will really come to visit me.

The joy on Yang Lele's face was beyond words, and she said to Wen Ping: "Sect Master, your cigar..."