Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The gate of the martial arts field, I do not know when it was opened, an old man in a robe was standing there.

The old man seemed to be about sixty or seventy years old. The white beard did not bring him any sense of old age. The deep eyes seemed to be able to understand everything, calm and wise. He had a pair of swords and eyebrows, and some unhappy eyes. The teenagers outside the door, when his eyes fell on the monsoon smoke, the eyes were slightly surprised.

"Monsoon smoke?" The old man said.

The monsoon smoke looks at the old man in front of him, and the hidden chill in the eyes disappears in an instant without a trace.

Ye Yuan, among the many teachers in the Ji family, the one with the deepest qualifications, Ji Jia, who is most proud of Ji Jia, was cultivated by him since childhood. At the same time, Ye Yuan is also the mentor of monsoon smoke...

It is also the only one in the entire season, the only one who is better off the monsoon smoke.

When the original Lord had just entered the military field, the nature was weak and timid and afraid of life. It was Ye Yuan’s temperament to teach the original main foundation. No matter how dull the original Lord was, he never succumbed to the original Lord. Unfortunately, the original Lord was a piece of dead wood. Ye Yuan spent eight months concentrating on teaching the original master, but the original master could not even beat the children who had just entered the battlefield in January.

The original Lord respected Ye Yuan very much, because his talents were too poor, and he spent so much time on Ye Yuan, which led to embarrassment and self-blame, and even the oppression of other teachers and brothers, which made the original Lord gradually dare not go to the battlefield. It is.

The monsoon smoke looked at Ye Yuan, and the words that came out of my mind were all the memories of the original Lord for Ye Yuan. Ye Yuan was actually not good at the original master, but it was much better than other people.

Light on the thick road of Ye Yuan, the monsoon smoke has a good impression on Ye Yuan.

Her mouth raised a sincere smile, and her hands were folded over her chest, and she bowed to Ye Yuan.

“Student monsoon smoke, I have seen a mentor.”

Ye Yuan looked at the monsoon smoke in front of him, could not help but glimpse, the bright smile, he never saw it on the face of this timid little girl, and a fierce look made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"Are you back?" Ye Yuan returned to God and returned to normalcy.

"Yes." The monsoon smoked smoothly.

Ye Yuan nodded slightly, his eyes once again fell on the students who were in front of the monsoon smoke.

"What are they doing?"

The monsoon smoke is not even red and does not breathe: "The brothers and sisters, they saw me coming back, and I was too happy to do this gift. I said that this ceremony is too big, I can't afford it."

After listening to the monsoon smoke, Ye Yuan also stunned.

I don’t know that the teenagers who were lying on the ground have already greeted the eighteenth generation of the monsoon smoke in their hearts.

Glad you!

Who is going to give you a big gift!

No matter what, the bitter chill did not dissipate, they even wanted to speak, there is no chance, a mouth, all the sound of teeth tremble.

Ye Yuan returned to God, but he didn't care too much. Only when these students lost their way, after all, how the monsoon smoke is also the lady of Jijia, and now inherits her father's annihilation armor, the identity is very different. .

However, when Ye Yuan saw not far away, the boy who fell to the ground and straight, frowned slightly.

The boy, like a savior, couldn’t take care of his pain. He shouted at the scorpion: "Guide! The monsoon smokes her indiscriminately, and the instructor must be the master of me!"