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Chapter 441 The Sick Male Protagonist Who Loves Contradicting His Master (13)

Si Jiu took Shen Xinghe directly to his Guanghan Palace.

[Bah, after my personality changes subtly, I will change this crappy name. 】

System: [Very good wow, your account, Mr. Yujing Yuan, that is the moon.Chang'e Fairy Stuffed Duck~]

Duck your second uncle and grandpa.

As soon as he got off the spirit sword and stood still, Shen Xinghe showed a surprised expression, "Master, disciple, disciple...the sword moves have not been practiced yet."

Practice a fart.

Yujing Yuanjun put on a cold and distant tone, "Go and heal your wounds, and practice a thousand times when your wounds are cured."

As she spoke, she threw a jade bottle into Shen Xinghe's arms, and Yu Jian flew away again with a whoosh.

Shen Xinghe held the jade bottle, opened it, and returned the pill.

It is a holy medicine pill that can heal the wounded and restore the soul, and one can be sold for a sky-high price in the market.

He looked at the direction in which Ning Qingmeng disappeared, and he had a guess in his heart—could she have vented her anger by looking for those disciples who attacked him secretly?

Shen Xinghe guessed right.

The wine secretary did go to the disciple's room again.

Shen Xinghe is now her cub, whether it's for his male lead status or for calling him master.

She is sure (?) of this calf.

My cub has suffered so much, been bullied and wronged, as a father, bah, as a master, how could she not get it back for him?

As soon as she landed in the disciple's room, she saw people kneeling on the ground in front of the bamboo house, among whom Qianyan stood out.

Presumably she told everyone about her going to find Shen Xinghe.

Si Jiu snorted coldly, fell to the ground, did not take back his surprise, just held it loosely in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and the sword, which belongs to the top magic weapon, exuded bursts of coercion, which did not need to be released by Si Jiu The spiritual power had already made the group of people in front of them tremble.

"Who made the first move?"

As soon as Sijiu finished speaking, a young man who looked to be in his 20s and was wearing a gray disciple uniform knelt down to the front. He touched his head deeply to the ground and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, it is disciple Wuwu."

Although Si Jiu doesn't really like to bully the weak and bully the weak, but didn't this group of people treat Shen Xinghe just now?
For this kind of person, reasoning may not be effective, and it is better to fight an eye with an eye.

"Where did you hit?"

The disciple shook, "Back...back..."

A wave of spiritual power hit him on the back with ice-coldness and determination.

"Pfft", he spat out a big mouthful of blood.

"Also." The cold voice, without any emotion, made people feel more fearful than angry.

"Shoulder... ah..." Another hit on the shoulder.

He was so painful that he fell to the ground, and then he was hit in the abdomen again.

Indeed, he also kicked Shen Xinghe's stomach several times.

Ning Qingmeng has an ice attribute spiritual root, every attack of her has a freezing effect, that person not only hurts, but also feels cold.

The rest of the people were silent, and the timid ones were so frightened that they fainted.

Some of them have been coming to the Ninth Peak for several years, and the number of times they have seen Yujing Yuanjun is only a handful.

In my impression, she is an unattainable and cold beauty, a genius who is unique among the monks, a proud girl who has been favored by the head of Qingyue Mountain and the masters of several peaks, and never bothers to say a word to ordinary people The moon in the water of nonsense, the fairy in the sky.

Even so, she is still the object of yearning and even admiration in countless people's minds.

Because she is really beautiful.Even if the beauty is so cold and out of reach, it is even more addictive.

However, they had never seen her get angry, and they didn't have the honor to witness her do it.

Now, not only have they witnessed it with their own eyes, but they may even participate in it...

Seeing the miserable condition of that senior, and hearing his muffled groans, which were clearly in pain but did not dare to cry out, they trembled even more.

Yujing Yuanjun stopped.

Yujing Yuanjun's very oppressive and indifferent eyes fell on them, and each of them felt as if they were locked in, looked directly at, and haunted by murderous aura.

Probably dying, they thought.

The senior brother is building a foundation, and he can't even hold it.Among them, there are even those who have just introduced air into their bodies.

"All go to try Sword Cliff, and come back after practicing the number of seven or seven."

After leaving this sentence, Si Jiu took another look at Qian Yan, "You don't have to go, just spend three days thinking in your own room."

Yu Jian left after speaking.

Qianyan sat on the ground wearily, with cold sweat all over his back.

The others all looked like they had survived the catastrophe, but when they thought about how it would not be easy to cultivate at the Sword Trial Cliff...their faces were full of bitterness and regret.

　Wine secretary's work log: How can my son be bullied in vain!

　　ok, good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)