Chapter 297

Zhuo Meier saw that Yang Chen had won so easily. He jumped up and down with joy.

"Brother, you are so handsome. I really want to kiss you." Dromel laughed.

"Go away." Yang Chen glanced at Zhuo Meier contemptuously. Just now he wanted to take him as his bosom friend, but listening to him, Yang Chen seriously doubted that he had a bad purpose for himself.

The young man was trampled on his face by Yang Chen. He was afraid. He spit out those mud in his mouth and begged for mercy: "brother, spare my life. I have no eyes and offended brother."

The world of monasticism is like this. The strong are respected. The most important thing is strength. It is common for people to kill each other, not to mention outsiders?

"Do you deserve to call me big brother?" Before Yang Chen spoke, Zhuo Meier was dissatisfied. He rushed over and kicked the young man on the waist. He said angrily, "what is waste worship? What do you mean, kowtow and cover me? "

The young man endured all this silently. Just now he despised Zhuo Meier and insulted him wantonly. He didn't respond. He thought he was a timid counsellor. How do you know that this guy has such a big temper.

Yang Chen asked, "you beat him so much. Don't you intend to worship under his door?"

"No, thanks. I'll just learn from you, big brother." Zhuo Meier said, "you pass on the Taoist method of controlling trees just now. I'll show it to my father when I go back. It's an explanation."

Yang Chen suddenly speechless: "you don't want to learn, I still want to learn."

Dromedon didn't know how to explain. He said tentatively, "then I'll apologize to him?"

"Fart?" Yang Chen raised his hand and lifted him up. He opened his mouth and asked, "why is your head swollen?"

After hearing this, the young man didn't think Yang Chen would suddenly care about himself. He had a flexible mind since childhood, otherwise he wouldn't worship the immortal door of cloud cave to practice Taoism.

"I accidentally fell." The young man said quickly.

"Well, you're not too stupid." Yang Chen said, "can you take us both to see Master?"

The young man said that you clearly have profound Taoism. Except for the master and the gifted disciple, no one around you has been hurt by your Lightning Taoism. You have this strength and go to worship a ghost teacher.

I think so, but I dare not say it. After all, the other party has the strength to kill himself.

"Of course." The young man said quickly.

"But your master asked you to pick him up." Yang Chen said.

"Shifu only asked me to pick up people without saying a few." The young man explained.

"Well, deceive me from the beginning?" Drommel kicked hard again.

At least the young man is also practicing the aisle method. Zhuo Meier's attack is not useful to the young man. It's nothing to be hammered by him.

"Sorry, I was wrong." The young man was like a pupil who had made a mistake. He stood there obediently and didn't fight back or scold back.

"Well, you fell down. We two kindly helped you up. Now you take us to see Master." Yang Chen said.

"OK." The young man was overjoyed. Yang Chen said that it meant that his life was saved.

Yang Chen released the young man. He turned and read a formula to the air. The white crane fell down. He said to Yang Chen and Zhuo Meier, "go up first."

Yang Chen worried: "the white crane is not very big. Can it carry me and Zhuo Meier?"

"Can carry." The young man said, "these white cranes are all raised by the master. They have received Taoism with the master since childhood. They are different from ordinary white cranes."

Yang Chen immediately jumped up. Zhuo Meier was also eager to try. He quickly stretched out his hand and said, "brother, pull me up."

Yang Chen pulled Zhuo Meier on the back of the white crane. There was no more room.

"It seems that you can't sit down." Yang Chen said.

"It's all right. I'll just fly." The young man said, took out a cloth bag from his arms and poured out several green beans.

"What's that?" Yang Chen asked.

"This is Juqi powder." The young man explained, "my Taoist method is low. I can't fly too far. I can barely support it by constantly knocking Taoist Qi."

Yang Chen thought to herself that she has a profound Taoism. After going there, she must first learn the art of flying well. She can fly anywhere in the future. How much ticket money can she save? It's really beautiful.

"Let's go." Zhuomer said.

The young man patted the white crane, which immediately spread its wings and flew into the air.

Zhuo Meier's face was pale with fear. He quickly hugged Yang Chen and said, "I'm a little afraid of heights. Brother, you protect me."

"It's really useless. Have you practiced in vain after three years of meditation?" Yang Chen asked.

Hearing the speech, Zhuo Meier scratched the back of her head and said with a smile, "I forgot it when I was afraid." Then he sat down cross legged, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had entered a state of calmness.

Yang Chen looked at Zhuo Meier's body motionless and thought that this guy's three years of meditation was really no white practice.

Look at the young man, who is in mid air, kicking like a frog, and his whole face turns red.

"Are you flying?" Yang Chen asked.

"Everyone's flying posture is different." The young man explained.

"Then why is your face so red?" Yang Chen asked again.

"Tired." The young man said with a wry smile that his Taoism was not high. It was so comfortable to sit on the white crane. Now he had to fly back by himself. He was so tired.

Yang Chen was too lazy to take care of this guy and let the white crane drive himself to Yundong's house.

The white crane flew for more than three hours. Yang Chen saw a huge mansion under it. After the white crane swooped down and fell on the ground, Yang Chen patted Zhuo Meier and said, "Hey, here it is."

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Meier did not listen and still meditated on the white crane's back.

Yang Chen jumped down first. Several young men sweeping the floor at the door saw the white crane and knew that the new students had arrived.

Yang Chen doesn't know what the process of apprenticeship is. He can only wait for the young man to arrive and take himself and Zhuo Meier to find Yundong immortal.

This guy can be called a real person. It can be seen that his strength should be above erxu.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the young man in the rear came sweating. After he landed, his face was pale, gasping heavily, and his Taoist robe had been soaked with sweat.

"So tired?" Yang Chen asked curiously.

"You... You... Try..." the young man couldn't even say a word. The distance he flew this time can be called the farthest he flew. It's like a man who hasn't run for a long time. He ran a marathon directly, and the degree of fatigue can be imagined.

"Well, take us to see Master." Yang Chen urged.

"Oh, there are new people here?" At the moment, an arrogant voice came from a distance.