Sword Immortal, she convinces people with reason

Lu Jiu squeezed her neckline, nodded her head repeatedly as evidence, and said, "That's right, that's right, I like it so much, I can't bear to take it off."

In fact, although his tail hair has grown back, the length and color have not returned to the original, and there is a bit of shabbiness.

Talking and laughing didn't really care about the Taoist robes, but seeing Lu Jiu's heartless and happy appearance, he couldn't help thinking about the few top-quality spirit stones that were consumed to activate the formation.

He can't be the only one who bears the loss, can he?
"It's not that I'm stingy," Tan Xiao said solemnly, "The Taoist robe is no worse than a spirit sword. It can be melted and re-smelted. The Taoist robe I sent my disciples to make is extra durable. Wearing it for 80 or [-] years is not a problem. There are only two or three..."

Rao even a demon cultivator with a narrow mind like Lu Jiu could hear the meaning of the words.

"Oh, I see. But I only have a few tubes of mortal medicine in my hand."

As he said that, Lu Jiu reached into his bosom, groped for a moment, and took out three bamboo tubes that were as thick as thumbs.

Pointing to the crooked words on the bamboo tube, he explained one by one: "This tube of spiritual bamboo juice can wash tendons and cut marrow; this tube is bamboo worm powder, which can break bones; this tube is bamboo charcoal powder, which can Pulling out curses to heal poison..."

Before he finished speaking, the three bamboo tubes flew into Tan Xiao's hands and disappeared in a flash.

After Tan Xiao stuffed the bamboo tube into the ring, he raised his head, smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth, and praised: "You Daoist Lu is wearing the Taoist robes of my disciples, so handsome and extraordinary, everyone loves him!"

"Love everyone?" Lu Jiumei thought happily. Doesn't that mean that the head of Feng will also fall in love with him when he sees him?
Hey Hey……

Lin Yige couldn't stand it any longer, and quietly sent a voice transmission to Tanxiao: "Second senior brother, Lu Jiu has only come here for the first day, and the days to come will be long, so why rush to gather wool?"

Looking at her with a puzzled smile, Chuanyin retorted: "You are wrong! As the saying goes, if you don't pluck your wool for a day, you will lose a day of plucking your wool!"

Lin Yige choked when he heard the words, and simply left the two who were smiling like the two idiots, and walked quickly to Ziyang Palace.

……

Wen Caiwei had been waiting at the entrance of Ziyang Hall for a long time, and came forward from a distance, frowned and swept Lin Yige from head to toe, before calling softly "Master".

Lin Yige stood still, glanced at the Earth Flame Mingyi Sword at her waist, and said directly: "Caiwei, arrange for Lu Jiu to stay in Wuying Peak later."

Caiwei took this matter down and said: "There has never been such a precedent in the Guiyi faction. You might as well name Lu Jiu as an elder and invite him to guard the sword mound in Wuying Peak. Master, what do you think?"

The Guiyi faction does not support idlers, let alone idle demons.

Now that Lu Jiu has joined the Guiyi faction, by the way, he can take a look at the sword mound, which can be regarded as the best use of the monster.

"Alright, let's do that!"

Lin Yige had a lot of praise to say to the good student who was considerate in everything, but he heard the voice behind him first.

"What did you say? Immortal Chi Wulan is about to be promoted to Mahayana?" The one who was surprised was undoubtedly Lu Jiu.

"That's right, not only my third junior sister Chi Wulan, but soon my fourth junior brother Yu Wei will also attack Mahayana!"

The talk and jokes are full of pride and showing off, just like Tan Qimin, the head of the Tan family who praises the young crops when he meets everyone.

Lin Yige listened, but suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

After Lu Jiu entered the mountain gate, he had long since lost his vigilance, and it was time for him to talk.

If the second senior brother knew that Du Quegu had joined forces to set up the Immortal Execution Formation, with his temperament, he would either go directly to Wuwu Mountain to confront him and be denied, or destroy the immortal sword and be counterattacked.

This is second.

If the second senior brother made a move, she would have no chance to use Geng Xin to try to get the sword spirits of the three fairy swords into her pocket.

She originally wanted to get the sword spirit of the fairy sword and refine the spirit sword to live in it, so as to fill the sword mound.

Lin Yige thought about it, and turned around to greet the two of them, but Lu Jiu had already said in disbelief: "Then why is Lin Yige worried about the Zhuxian formation? There are almost four Mahayana monks in the Guiyi faction including me. Isn't breaking the Zhuxian formation just a matter of moving your fingers?"

Lin Yige supported his forehead, it's over.

Before the second senior brother asked, Lu Jiu said everything in one go.

Sure enough, the smile on Tanxiao's face dissipated instantly, and he glanced at Lin Yige, then stared at Lu Jiu and asked, "What do you mean by that? Someone wants to set up a Zhuxian formation to deal with my little junior sister?"

"Ah!" Lu Jiu covered her mouth in frustration, secretly glanced at Lin Yige who was staring at her, smiled awkwardly, and said vaguely, "I just said it casually, assuming, assuming... ahaha !"

Talking and laughing no longer pressed Lu Jiu, and looked at Lin Yige, with sharp eyes that seemed to pierce people through.

After a long while, talking and laughing, the corners of the mouth were raised, and he said with a fake smile: "Junior sister, do you want to discuss with me, or directly explain to the senior sister?"

Lin Yige had no choice but to say: "Second Senior Brother, I have made arrangements for this—"

Before she could finish speaking, Tanxiao sneered, and said in an indifferent way: "There are already arrangements... Haha! Just the same as 1000 years ago? Lin Yige, you really haven't changed at all!"

After the words fell, Tan Xiao's figure flashed, and he had reached the top of Jiuchong Cliff.

Where can Lin Yige stop the conversation and laughter of Mahayana cultivation?
Seeing him flash past Jiuchongya, he guessed that the second senior brother was in a hurry to complain to the senior sister.

At most fifteen minutes, the big sister will go out to catch herself.

Lin Yige sighed, and quickly explained to Caiwei: "Caiwei, you first take Senior Lu Jiu to write your name on the book. In addition, Chong Xuanzi took away Zhu Xingyuan, who was seriously injured and fled to Xiongershan Wenshi. The voice has been transmitted to Wen Zongyi thousands of miles away. People from the Nine Sects covet the Huomingyi Sword. Once the sword spirit cultivates a spiritual body, you can't go down the mountain easily—"

Wen Caiwei suddenly opened her eyes wide, bowed her hands and saluted, "Master Master!"

A gust of cool wind blew by, Lin Yige felt it, turned his head quickly, and called out flatteringly: "Elder Sister."

The space around Feng Qing's body became more distorted.

In the blink of an eye, she restrained her aura and coercion, and the distorted space returned to its original state, as if it never existed.

A genius is a genius, even if you try your best to suppress it, you can't stop your cultivation base from rising.

It was only now that Lu Jiu realized that this cold-faced girl who didn't know when to come, Xiu Xiu, was the rumored No. [-] backer in the mountains and seas.

He frantically straightened his robes before bowing and saluting, stammering out the words he had made up a thousand times in his mind: "Little demon Lu Jiu, there is no one above...there is no one who is old and no one is below, work more and eat less... Sincerely rely on Feng Sect!"

Feng lightly swept his light-colored glazed eyes over the two nine-section wolf monsters who were still fighting unconsciously, and soon looked straight at Lin Yige again.

After not hearing a response for a long time, Lu Jiu looked up in confusion.

The wind is as light as a snow and ice beauty standing there, there is no emotion in the eyes, but it seems that a storm is brewing.

Talking and laughing is somewhat PTSD.

Second senior brother's secret technique: making small reports.