Fantasy: Become A Saint At The Start

Chapter two hundred and ninety-nine play in person

It doesn’t matter what this person does, and what does this mean? It can only mean that thyme’s instinct is like this. Now that he has lost his memory, it has inspired his own instinct. So, it still has something to do with this guy.

Su Ye said innocently, “The old sect master has nothing to do with me. After entering, he lost his memory. Maybe your apprentice is such a person in his heart.” So it became like this after entering. .

Everyone laughed and looked at Thyme with strange eyes. Could it be because cultivation was too difficult, so they suppressed themselves and ended up like this. Fufufu, it seems that the Qingcheng faction is under quite a lot of pressure.

However, she said that Lin Ma Ran had been in illusion for two days, and of course only a few hours had passed outside. This day is the Martial Forest Conference. Lin Maran and Thyme came over early in the morning. She walked forward with no expression on her face. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm. She looked up and saw that it was the boy from yesterday.

She looked at him in confusion. The young man was still wearing the same clothes from two days ago, but the clothes looked like new. He probably brought two sets. “What’s the matter~?” She pulled back to own. Clothes, one step towards retreated, is obviously somewhat disgusting.

Zhao Xiaohai didn’t see Lin Ma Ran’s dislike, he touched the back of his head and smirked, “Miss Lin, can I worship you as my teacher, this time I have come here from the imperial capital to worship you as my teacher!”

Lin Ma Ran didn’t expect this person to directly talk about apprenticeship as soon as he came up, and almost laughed, the face under the hat was already helpless, “I don’t accept apprentices, you’re afraid you’re going to be disappointed, but I see your roots. The bones are good, you can go and ask thyme.” She pointed to the thyme behind, this guy’s eyes widened, girl, even if you don’t want to accept others as apprentices, don’t just throw them to me!

Zhao Xiaohai looked at Thyme, it was strangely good-looking, and it looked better than himself. He pouted, a little envious and jealous, “I’m here to worship you as my teacher.” He was a little reluctant. appearance.

Thyme suddenly felt that this person was too much! He still despised himself, and whether he would accept him as a disciple is not a sure thing. Thyme said coldly, “If you want to be a Master Bailin, of course, you can’t talk about it, you can show your hand to let your Master see how your Talent is, why don’t you win a championship at the Martial Forest conference? ”

The people next to him were also stunned. Originally, they saw Lin Maran coming, followed by thyme. Everyone was surprised. I didn’t expect a young man to come and say that he wanted to take Lin Maran as a teacher, but he was rejected. However, I didn’t expect that Lin Ma Ran refused, and in a blink of an eye, he asked people to worship thyme, but this little boy disliked it.

But what the hell is it to win a championship? Is it possible to become a winner casually? This is the Martial Forest conference, where the masters of all major (okay) schools are here, unless Lin Maran or Thyme personally win the championship Come on!

Behind Zhao Xiaohai was the person who was with him that day, butler Zhao. Hearing this conversation, his scalp was numb. He immediately grabbed Zhao Xiaohai’s arm, and Thyme said to him cautiously, “~Baili Young Master, my son is only good at boxing and kicking, how can he compete on the stage, I am afraid that he is really courting death.”