"Jin Mei Lao'er, what do you mean by this?!" Tianxin Sanren grimaced and slowly got up, "Jin Mei, do you look down on me this old guy? If you are not convinced, you will end up now, and I will loosen your old bones for you!"

"You, you ......" Jin Meisan's face turned red, he was more than three hundred years old and nearly four hundred years old, that is, his cultivation was stagnant, but the monks he met respected him, but he didn't want to be robbed of Tianxin so much today, but he knew that although he was also the eightfold foundation building, but if he competed with the Tianxin Sanren, the eightfold foundation building, he was afraid that he would lose in an instant. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What are you? You old man has always relied on the old man to sell the old ......" Tianxin Sanren had not finished speaking, and suddenly like a hen was choked by the chicken, "Gurgle", and the following words were held in the stomach.

Qu San and Jin Mei both looked at him in surprise, but when they saw him, it was as if he was being pinched by the neck and carried in the air, his face was red, as if he was about to breathe, his hands desperately struggled forward and wrestled, as if he wanted to knock off the invisible big hand that was pinching his neck, but he couldn't touch anything, in front of him was a magical power that he couldn't touch at all.

Qu San and Jin Mei both looked at the Venerable Master Zhitong in surprise, although both of them felt that it was impossible in their hearts, because both of them knew in their hearts that the Venerable Master should not stand out for Jin Mei, but so easily played with the Tianxin Sanren in the palm of his hand, in this hall, who could be besides the Venerable Master?

When the two of them looked at the Venerable Master Zhitong, they found that the Venerable Zhitong's eyes had been opened, and his face was full of surprise, but his gaze fell on Le Chen.

At this time, Le Chen was drinking tea slowly, as if Tianxin Sanren was imprisoned and caught in mid-air, and he had nothing to do with him.

Qu San and Jin Mei were even more surprised when they saw Le Chen's leisurely situation, you must know that being able to teach Tianxin like a baby is already something that only the strongest in the half-step Jindan can do, and those who don't do anything like Le Chen are simply incredible, at least, I am afraid that if the Master of Zhitong wants to do this, it will be very reluctant.

"Insulting my predecessors is a big taboo in my Huaxia, and you are guilty of deceiving your teachers and destroying your ancestors! If I kill you now and go to the East China Sea, who else will fight with me?"

Le Chen took a sip of tea and said slowly.

Tianxin Sanren's flushed face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes showed a look of extreme fear, and he clearly realized that he was now on the verge of death.

"Falling dust, please also look at the poor monk, here, not a place to fight, kill and kill!"

Qu San's face also changed color, and he was shocked in his heart.

Rumors are rumors, although it is rumored that this dusty real man's secret cultivation is even a half-step golden pill, but a Huaxia casual cultivator with a bone age of only nineteen years, no matter how strong it is, how strong can it be?

But now, this falling dust shows real strength, which is to turn the profound Yuan Force into the tangible and intangible, and there is no secret treasure to help.

"Old Jin, what do you say?" Le Chen looked at Jin Mei Sanren, obviously, the face of the Venerable Zhitong was not big enough in his eyes.

"Brother Le......" Jin Mei Sanren shook his head lightly at Le Chen.

Le Chen snorted coldly, and that day the heart was scattered and suddenly fell from mid-air, spurting blood from his mouth after falling heavily on the ground like a sack, and he couldn't move for a while, he looked at Le Chen's gaze, and was extremely frightened.

"As a member of Huaxia, I just want to do my best for Huaxia, I don't provoke people, but if anyone does something glamorous to provoke me, don't blame me for being rude!" Le Chen said coldly, his eyes turning around the Venerable Master Zhitong intentionally or unintentionally.

In the world of monks, the strong are respected, there is no need to say any polite words, a thousand sentences and ten thousand sentences are better to show a little edge, as long as you know what kind of price you may pay if you provoke me.

Le Chen faintly understood that the Venerable Master Zhitong should regard himself as a faction of Brother Jian Boyang Qian, so he was wary of himself, which was nothing, and he didn't want to fight with him for anything, but if he deliberately suppressed himself, he would never endure it.

"The real person in the dust is really magical, I think, the East China Sea and the line, let the real person lead the team. Qu San suddenly said with a smile.

"I agree!" the golden eyebrows twisted their heads.

"Good, good, so good!" the Venerable Master Zhitong smiled together, as if he was extremely relieved to see the appearance of such an amazing and brilliant person of the Huaxia monks.

Jin Mei Sanren said with a smile: "Brother Le, except for the five people and twenty sailors of the scientific expedition team, the rest of the guards are going to be transferred from your third district, in addition, if this trip goes well, you may be able to contact the natives on the East China Sea Continent, but you need to bring a liaison officer who will not frighten the natives and can communicate with them." ”

Le Chen smiled: "Brother Xie Jin's guidance, I'll go and prepare." As he spoke, he arched his hand, and his figure vanished.

The Venerable Master Zhitong's gaze was even more condensed, and then he stretched out and said with a smile: "This son can become a great weapon!"

Qu San was also full of smiles: "Exactly, but I don't think I will have such a character in Huaxia, it's really pitiful." ”

Jin Mei Sanren looked at Tianxin Sanren, who slowly got up and left with shame on his face, but he shook his head, sighed softly, and looked thoughtful.

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On the evening of the same day, a silver-white ship docked at Yunshui Port, and Le Chen didn't need anyone to see him off, and with a flick of his robe sleeves, he fell directly from the camp to the deck of the "Silver Moon" scientific research ship.

Carried by his gust of wind, there were also Lady Blossom and the second squad of the bronze guard platoon, a total of nine guards.

The escort force Le Chen didn't bring much, otherwise he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to take them away when he encountered real danger, and the nine guards only played a role in deterring them under conventional dangers, for example, if the primitive tribes on the East China Sea Continent were very aggressive, these nine bronze warriors would be enough to deter them.

Mrs. Hua Rui, carrying a small satin package on her shoulder, looked like an ancient noble lady fleeing from the door, and Le Chen laughed for a while.

Le Chen now likes the feeling of being with Mrs. Blossom, the journey is long, and it is also very good to have her company, of course, nominally, bringing Mrs. Blossom is "in order to communicate with the barbarian" and needs her to show affinity as a beauty, and Mrs. Blossom thinks so.

Hearing that there are uncivilized barbarians on the desert island of the East China Sea, Mrs. Hua Rui has some virgin heart attacks, and she empathizes, remembering that when she and others just fled to the Penglai realm, they were also regarded as uncivilized ridiculous people, and the situation was extremely miserable, if it were not for Engong, I don't know what kind of miserable life it is, after all, if the prince still exists, she must not leave this world on the death festival, no matter how tragic the fate is, she also has to endure the humiliation and live with a burden, this is her sister's entrustment to hold her hand before she died, and it is also what she consciously takes for granted in her thinking。

Standing on the deck, Le Chen's eyes looked at the east, and it was not a dispute between him and Tianxin to find out under the Nuwa clouds, but in fact, since he planted the thorn seeds last night, he faintly felt that something in the eastern ocean was attracting him and calling him, and this feeling was like the occasional thing involving his own great joy and sorrow when he was a mortal in the past.

Although he didn't know what the future would be, Le Chen felt that Donghai himself was bound to take a look.

At Cailuan, Le Chen had also instructed that if he couldn't come back in a month, he would summon Xiangyun and temporarily agree to the conditions of Longhu Mountain, and everything would be said when he turned around.

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, comrades! )