Chapter 17

Yu Zhujun

I'm angry with my only friend.

At this time, a more hysterical sound of begging for mercy came from the street downstairs. It was like a magic sound. It was hundreds of meters around, and it was hard to hear it.

[miss seven, I'm wrong. I shouldn't slander Mr. Mo Yan. I'm a slave. I'm a slave. He's not!]

Yu Zhujun's originally round eyes became more round, and the end of his eyes picked up slightly, full of interest: "eh? I'm a ziqianmo and I'm a fool. It turns out that she's trying to give you a head start. "

Mo Yan drinking action, is also a stagnant, black pupil deep across a touch of surprise, looking to the direction of purple fields downstairs.

She

Never before.

To put it mildly, ziqianmo used to treat him as a slave.

However, in order to repay the kindness, Mo Yan didn't pay attention to it at all, just let her make heaven and earth.

"Well, it's my fault to blame her. I'm good at it. I'm good at it. I should smoke more if I'm not good at it." Yu Zhujun changed his prejudice and laughed, "brother Mo, I'll punish myself for three cups first."

After three glasses of wine and Gudong gulp down, the bustle on the street is gone.

Ziqianmo has gone with the rabbit cage, leaving only a cold and beautiful figure behind.

Inexplicably, Yu Zhujun's mind came up with a sentence: the solitary light shines on himself, and his liver and gall are covered with ice and snow. It's more appropriate to describe this first beauty in the North orchid kingdom.

"Bamboo, help me to find the best body refining script." Mo Yan said, "it's better to refine the body without tempering the elixir field and condensing the spiritual power."

The topic changes so fast that Yu Zhujun is caught off guard.

"You still need to practice?"

Physical training is something that is needed only in the acquired and congenital conditions.

And Mo Yan, two years ago, has surpassed. Even Yu Zhujun didn't know what realm the real cultivation was now. But according to the old man of his family, the whole Beilan Kingdom, for five thousand years, can't find a second martial arts genius who can surpass Mo Yan.

"It's not for me." Mo Yan replied.

"For whom?" Yu Zhujun just asked export, immediately know the answer, "to the purple field?"

Mo Yan gave a faint "um".

Yu Zhujun melancholy way: "but she is a scrap ah, she has no elixir, the whole imperial city who don't know."

"She's not."

Mo Yan's eyes are firm, "waste material" two words, inexplicably let him tired, retort voice some cold, "she is a genius, real genius."

Five systems are omnipotent.

Super talent!

In addition, he has extraordinary mental power. When he was in Zifu, he controlled zitongyue to surrender to Ren Jing. Just now, he controlled Wu Sheng in the street, so he had to kneel down.

Yu Zhujun felt that his three outlooks were about to disintegrate.

ok

He admitted that today's ziqianmo is not as annoying as it used to be, but it doesn't mean she is a genius.

That's bullshit.

"If all the people like ziqianmo are geniuses, am I not a proud one?"

Mo Yan with a look at the mentally retarded eyes, swept a bad friend: "Oh."

Yu Zhujun

I'm despised. I'm angry.

"Brother Mo, you asked me to bring you the basic analysis of rune, introduction to Fu Shi, Yipin Fu Zhuan Daquan, and Fu pen, Fu paper, Fu mo..."

"Yes, it's all for her." Mo Yan obviously knows what Yu Zhujun wants to ask and admits it directly.