Chapter 873

"It's really rough and thick." Jiang Chan rubbed her wrist and knew she was not the opponent of this guy. But now she has reached the shore. Even if the armored crocodile is amphibious, it can't catch up with itself. There's no way to take her.

After leaving this sentence, Jiang Chan turned and ran. Can't beat her, can't she run? After running like this for more than ten minutes, Jiang Chan completely got rid of the armored crocodile.

Now she is practicing Qi on the 10th floor. This armored crocodile should be a cultivation achievement in the middle of foundation construction. She met it hard. It was the old longevity who hanged. It was too long.

She ran down happily, but she didn't know that someone on the far end saw all this in her eyes.

A white haired old man lay on his side on the flying boat, holding his head in one hand and a wine gourd in his right hand, and took a sip from time to time. The white haired old man could see clearly from Jiang Chan's breaking out of the water to her vertical sword.

"What kind of child is this? I have the cultivation achievement of practicing Qi for ten layers at a young age? Unexpectedly, it condenses the sword idea? It's really the talent of Tianzong."

Mingfeng was interested. He took the wine gourd to his waist at will and followed Jiang Chan in a flying boat. He has no hobbies in his life. He likes to drink two mouthfuls of wine and play with his sword. By the way, he can see the excitement.

Jiang Chan didn't know that someone was watching her all the time. After she got rid of the armored crocodile, she met several spirit beasts she could deal with on the road, and was killed by her.

She wants to keep these to exchange money for spirit stones. Now she is poor and has nothing. The clothes were the same as they were five years ago. Now they are already in tatters.

If her face and hands were not clean, others would think it was a little beggar from somewhere. Jiang Chan is going to blend into the crowd. She is going to inquire about Jianzong.

When she left the cold pool, it was early in the morning. In the evening, Jiang Chan had sold her prey in the city, bought clothes and booked a room. Now she is dressed in a black suit. Looking at the powder carved jade, she is no longer as shabby as in the morning.

Mingfeng has been following behind Jiang Chan and watching the young boy arrange his life in order. The more he looks, the more happy he is. I didn't expect him to be empty under his knees for so many years. Is it to wait for the little doll?

Jiang Chan also inquired with the waiter. Jianzong's stronghold is five cities away from here. Jianzong will recruit new disciples in half a month. If she can catch up, she can still catch up with the examination of Jianzong disciples this year.

After calculating the distance, Jiang Chan immediately planned to start. She is not familiar with the place of life here. It's better to explore the way as soon as possible.

Thinking so, just walked into the room, Jiang Chan's footsteps stopped. Who is the old man sitting in her room? Still holding her dried fish to eat?

She wasn't willing to eat. She just ate a small piece after exercising every day, okay?

When the old man took a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of dried fish, Jiang Chan sighed. She didn't see it, okay?

"The doll is back? The dried fish is doing well." seeing that Jiang Chan stood by the door and didn't come in, Mingfeng waved back to Jiang Chan: "come in and sit down. The dried fish is really delicious."

Well, you can't beat yourself. Run, look at your thin arms and legs, and then look at each other. Jiang Chan raised her feet and stood in front of Mingfeng.

She noticed that the old man's cultivation was unfathomable, and she didn't dare to detect it at will. What if she annoyed the other party?

"Du Xinyi has seen the elder." he saluted Mingfeng with a fist, and Jiang changong said respectfully. Seeing that the old man's mouth was open and a small dried fish went into his stomach, Jiang Chan looked away reluctantly.

"Don't be polite, Xinyi little doll. Are you going to the sword sect? Are you going to worship a teacher?" what kind of person is Mingfeng? Since Jiang Chan came in, her every move was under Mingfeng's divine consciousness.

Seeing him so reluctant, Mingfeng's evil taste came up. One mouthful after another, I was very happy to eat.

"Yes, I want to go to the sword sect to participate in the examination of entry-level disciples. I'm going to start today." Jiang Chan also found Mingfeng's evil taste. She simply stopped looking at him and looked away.

"Cheng, I also want to go to Jianzong. Let's go together." conveniently received the box containing dried fish into his storage bag. Mingfeng stood up and took a sip of wine with a wine gourd: "there are vegetables and wine. It's a fairy like enjoyment."

Jiang Chan's forehead beat. The old master is too familiar. That's her, her! Take it for yourself in front of her. Have you considered her idea?

But his arm can't twist his thigh, so he can only suffer a loss.

Jiang Chan curled her lips, packed her clothes, packed them into a small burden and carried them on her back. Xuanli sword was pinned to her waist and swayed as she walked.

Mingfeng doesn't sit in his own flying boat, holding the wine gourd and ginger cicada together. He glanced at Xuanli sword: "boy, your sword is good. It's formed by the condensation of cold for thousands of years. It can still grow. It's quite good to be a life soul sword in the future."

Jiang Chan smiled: "it's just a chance. The old man has a good eye."

She has been in the city for a few days, and the friars have seen several, but no one can see the mystery of Xuanli at a glance. The old man looked really hidden, but he didn't know why he followed him.

As for his clumsy eyes, Jiang Chan didn't deliberately correct the fact that he didn't see that he was a female doll.

Now the old man looked at himself. Jiang Chan shrugged. She couldn't help it. She didn't notice the malice. Besides, what is she worth plotting now?

Three days later, Jiang Chan kept busy in front of the campfire. There was a grill in front of the campfire. Jiang Chan turned the grill from time to time and brushed the upper layer of seasoning on it.

The grease in the mutton seeps out under the high-temperature roasting, and finally drops into the campfire, bringing bursts of burnt fragrance.

Mingfeng took a sip of wine gourd from time to time. Jiang Chan looked coldly. It's been three days. The wine in his gourd seems to be flowing.

Obviously, this wine gourd is a treasure. Well, it's luxurious enough to use a treasure to hold wine.

"Xinyi little doll, have you roasted the mutton? I've drunk most of the wine and haven't eaten half of the meat."

Holding the wine gourd, Mingfeng crossed his legs and leaned on the tree trunk to urge the ginger cicada. Jiang Chan was not angry and continued her actions slowly. She can also see that this old man is a skinnless and faceless type. The more excited you are, the happier he is.

If you keep him cold, he won't be interesting for a while.