Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1242 Zhuo Qianren's Ninth Soul Ring
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Zhuang Mocheng was suddenly overjoyed and asked eagerly, "really?"

Chen Xiaojun glanced at him and said unhappily, "Of course, Mr. Zhuang, do you think it's so easy to be my partner?"

Zhuang Mocheng was silent. Well, what you said makes sense.

He then nodded with satisfaction, a relieved smile on his face: "With your words, I feel relieved."

"Xiaojun, Chang'an College has a long road ahead of it. I am willing to give you all I have to lend a helping hand!"

Chen Xiaojun folded his fan and tapped it lightly on his palm. His tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

This old man was finally captured.

Of the three elders in Chang'an, Wang Wei was straightforward and simple-minded. He could win his favor by just pleasing them.

Although Zhuo Qianren is a twisted and stubborn person, as long as you treat him sincerely, he will change his attitude over time.

But the Zhuang Mocheng in front of him was a meticulous and versatile person, with as many ideas as stars in his mind, and he considered things thoroughly and carefully.

It is really not easy to make him lean towards the Chen family without reservation.

Chen Xiaojun bowed slightly and saluted Zhuang Mocheng: "Mr. Zhuang, you are too kind. You have devoted your whole life to Chang'an College. We will not let you down."

“When you win the Gaoying Competition and your college becomes glorious, that will be the day when we pay our sincerest respects to you!”

At this time, the mountain wind was still howling, blowing the two men's clothes, but it could not blow away the lofty ambitions in their hearts.

Zhuang Mocheng pursed his lips and said, "After Boss Zhuo comes out of seclusion, he will protect you all the way north."

Chen Xiaojun raised his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said slowly: "Master Zhuang, in my opinion, the most important thing at the moment is to think carefully about what kind of soul beast to choose to select the crucial ninth soul ring for Master Zhuo."

As he spoke, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and a cunning light flashed across his eyes.

"Oh?" Zhuang Mocheng couldn't help but be slightly startled, thinking to himself: Judging from the tone of his words, could it be that there is something else behind his words?
Zhuang Mocheng's mind suddenly raced, and he asked tentatively, "Xiao Jun, do you mean the Wind and Thunder Eagle Saint King?"

"Haha, the one who understands me best is Master Zhuang!"

Chen Xiaojun suddenly stopped smiling, "This time, that Saint King was really abominable. He seriously injured many teachers and students in our academy. How can we let this go?"

"As the saying goes, 'It's impolite not to reciprocate', we must make it pay the price!"

Zhuang Mocheng secretly complained in his heart: It sounds very high-sounding, revenge for teachers and classmates, isn't it just revenge for Chen Cong?

This War Eagle Saint King is also unlucky, and his retribution comes quickly.

But then again, many people did die because of it during the attack and defense of the camp.

At this time, Chen Xiaojun walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountains looming in the sea of ​​clouds.

He sneered and said, "Although the bloodline of this Wind and Thunder War Eagle Saint King is not as noble and powerful as that of the Silver Wolf Saint King, its age is much higher, at 9 years. It is indeed a rare choice."

Zhuang Mocheng twisted his beard and pondered, "The soul ring attributes of this Wind and Thunder Eagle Saint King are indeed very compatible with Boss Zhuo."

"But it's not easy to hunt it."

"It is the direct descendant of the Eagle King after all. We have to go deep into the core area of ​​Mount Zhongnan to find its trace."

"There are many dangers all around. If you are not careful, you may end up in an irretrievable situation."

Chen Xiaojun stood up and bowed to the ground, the corner of his robe sweeping out a half crescent on the blue bricks: "As long as Master Zhuo is determined, I will serve you wholeheartedly."

Zhuang Mocheng: (°ー°〃)
He was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond. He just stood there silently, lost in thought.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the tragic scene of the attack and defense of the camp emerged in his mind. Many teachers and students were killed or seriously injured due to the attacks by wolves and eagles.

He clenched his hands unconsciously, and his palms turned rouge red. Although Zhuo Qianren was a twisted person on weekdays, he was loyal and righteous in his heart. It was obvious that he would definitely choose the Fighting Eagle Saint King.

After a long time, Zhuang Mocheng slowly raised his head and asked, "Xiaojun, are you so sure?"

Chen Xiaojun smiled and nodded, then drank up the remaining tea in the teacup. The amber tea flowed down the edge of the white porcelain bowl, leaving a few golden traces.

He gently waved the folding fan in his hand, clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "Mr. Zhuang, I have almost finished my tea. I will not disturb you any more and will take my leave first."

After saying that, he turned around and slowly left.

Zhuang Mocheng looked at Chen Xiaojun's departing back, quietly listening to his footsteps gradually fading away, and couldn't help but sighed: "What a smart mind."

"This guy has a firm grasp of our thoughts and ideas, both in public and in private, without any loopholes. He is amazing!"

"I'm afraid that Chang'an College is going to be stirred up by him."

Amidst the green mountains and clear waters, the future of Chang'an University is like the rising sun, emitting an increasingly dazzling light.

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As soon as Dugu Fu stepped into the courtyard, he fell heavily on the recliner like a puddle of mud. It seemed as if all the strength had been drained out of him, and even moving a finger was difficult for him.

He glanced sideways and saw Chen Xiaojun sitting at the stone table, flipping through his notes with his hands like fluttering butterflies.

He looked so focused that everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Dugu Fu grumbled weakly, "Master, I'm too tired."

Chen Xiaojun didn't even raise his head, but just squeezed out a faint "hmm" from his nose as a response.

Afterwards, Zhu Wuneng rushed in and shouted at the top of his voice: "Master, when will this competition end?"

Chen Xiaojun raised his eyes and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Wuneng made a bitter face and complained: "Thank you very much for encouraging them, young master. Those guys were like crazy, attacking us non-stop. We brothers didn't even have time to breathe."

Yes, it adopts the mode of individual defense battle.

Every time Zhu Wuneng and his friends go on stage to defend the ring, they have to fight at least four or five rounds.

Even if there were other people who also came up to defend the ring, those masters who came from civilian backgrounds would target them and fight them one after another like a round-robin battle.

Although you can get back on stage if you lose, both sides are so angry that if you lose, you will feel so frustrated that you can't even describe how uncomfortable you will feel.

Chen Xiaojun raised his lips slightly and said slowly, "Yes, there are still three days left."

When Zhu Wuneng heard this, he wailed, "What? Three more days?"

Chen Xiaojun raised his eyebrows and said as a matter of course: "Of course, the challenge will last as long as your competition lasts."

Chen Shurui curled his lips, "I said that Sixth Brother is a bastard, he is afraid that he will tire us out."

Chen Bin: “Cruel.”

There was a noisy sound outside.

Chen Xiaojun looked in the direction of his sight and saw Ma Wencai following the crowd, supported by Ma Liang, walking in with a slightly staggering step.

His clothes were tattered, and it was obvious that he had been through a brutal fight. His face was bloodless and had a sickly paleness, and he looked extremely weak.

This is excessive blood loss!

Even with Xiaoyi's medical skills, the patient was treated like this, which shows how serious the original injury was.

(End of this chapter)