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Lu Xiaoman ended the call and was about to explain the situation to Biyu Zhenren when a sword aura suddenly touched the ban outside the cave mansion, and Mingyi Zhenjun immediately lifted the ban to welcome guests inside.

Mu Yan Zhenjun walked into the hall.

"Yo? Mu Yan? Rare guests! Mingyi Zhenjun laughed, and the Jindan talisman masters stood up and saluted.

"Mingyi, I'll pick up my disciple." Mu Yan Zhenjun nodded lightly.

"Master!" Lu Xiaoman immediately said goodbye to Biyu Zhenren, and then ran to Mu Yan Zhenjun.

"Hehe, it's really the apprentice you accepted." Mingyi Zhenjun looked at Mu Yan Zhenjun curiously, "What's the matter, you need to come and pick up the little apprentice in person?" ”

"Cheng Bi is full of anger waiting to see someone." Mu Yan Zhenjun touched Lu Xiaoman's head and smiled lightly, and the female monks present suddenly felt that their faces were hot, and the same was true for people of some age.

Mingyi Zhenjun shook his head helplessly and amusedly, "Okay, okay, let's go quickly, Chengbi doesn't have much patience." ”

"Farewell."

Lu Xiaoman bowed to the elders of Fu Feng and said goodbye, followed Mu Yan Zhenjun out of Fu Feng and went back to her residence to get the drawings first.

Mingyi Zhenjun waited until the two of them came out of his cave mansion, re-entrenched the prohibition at the gate, and then bent his eyes happily.

"Oops, there's a good thing to overlook."

"Peak Master, what's a good thing?" Someone immediately answered.

"Feiyang, he can't die, at least not in a hundred years."

"Ahh

The elders suddenly remembered Feiyang Zhenjun's old face, and reacted to what Mingyi Zhenjun meant, as the elders of the sect, they knew about the physical condition of the only Yuanzhong Sword Cultivator Feiyang Zhenjun, and only the foundation building and qi cultivation disciples below did not know.

"Yes, Feiyang Zhenjun's injury can finally be stabilized." The elders were all overjoyed, thinking about the interests of the sect, and no one wanted to see Feiyang Zhenjun die early.

Mingyi Zhenjun smiled on his face, his hands were wrapped into his wide sleeves, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned into a sneer, "There is a good show to watch now." ”

"Danfeng?" Biyu Zhenren raised his eyebrows.

"Obviously." Mingyi Zhenjun pulled out his hand again, pinched the teacup in his hand and took a sip, "The little girl has proved that she is worthy of her genius with her unparalleled strength, Danfeng is embarrassed, they just need aura the most." ”

"Self-inflicted." Qinglan pouted disdainfully.

"So, there's a good show." Mingyi Zhenjun put down the teacup and smiled at the elders present, "We don't know anything. ”

The elders held back a smile, nodded their heads one after another, and then continued to discuss the matter, transport back the waste spirit stones, formulate rules for the disciples, discuss trivial matters such as whether the personal disciples and the registered disciples should make a difference.

Mu Yan Zhenjun took Lu Xiaoman to fly back to her small courtyard, and fell directly from the backyard, and when she walked to the front yard, she saw a big orange cat with golden fur enjoying the sun on the tea table in the courtyard, and fell asleep in a ball.

Lu Xiaoman ran back to the house, there was a white-eyed squatting on the table in the hall, the bird's beak pointed at the study, Lu Xiaoman entered the study with a turn of his toes, and the two little black dragons on the desk were disguised as a pair of ink jade pen mountains, and in front of the pen mountain lay a very ordinary style of Na ring.

Grabbing the ring, Lu Xiaoman ran out of the house, and saw Mu Yan Zhenjun standing in front of the tea table watching the big orange cat sleep with interest, the big orange cat coiled into a big hair cushion, and didn't flick his tail, completely ignoring that there was a Yuan Ying Zhenjun here.

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