"Ouch."
The tail bones of the three of them fell, and they groaned in pain. They were inexplicably awed by that Uncle Lin whom they had never seen before.
*
The two Tsing Yi disciples, Xiao Mu and Xiao Ming, are both direct disciples of Li Lingyue.
According to seniority, he is two generations shorter than Lin Qingluo, and one generation shorter than Wang Meng and others.
The two are slightly older, and already have the strength of ten levels of Qi training.
Wang Meng, Feng Yi, and stones are only one level of Qi training. Therefore, the two affectionately called Wang Meng and the others Junior Brother.
Wang Meng, Feng Yi, and Shi Shi also cheerfully called senior brother, and after a while, they became acquainted with the two of them.
Mo Canglan was a little embarrassed. He has practiced since he was a child, and with the support of the big family members of Yaowanggu, who are not stingy with spiritual pills, he has already established a foundation, and he has the cultivation base of the early stage of foundation establishment.
Xiao Mu, Xiao Ming, according to reason, should call him uncle.
However, the seniority is messed up.
The two of them called Shidi for a while, and Uncle Shi for a while, which was too convoluted. As soon as the teenagers made up their minds, they simply called them Junior Brothers.
Mo Canglan was indifferent by nature, and didn't care about these vain rituals. He followed Wang Meng and others to call his senior brother, and he shouted very smoothly, without feeling uncomfortable at all.
Lin Jinlong, Lin Jinpeng, Ye Qingying, and Ye Qinghan were newcomers to the Immortal Sect, yet they had no apprentices yet.
Seeing Wang Meng and the others shouting enthusiastically, they also called senior brother.
Xiao Mu, Xiao Ming, the two senior brothers, there were seven more senior juniors early in the morning, and one younger junior sister who was as beautiful as flowers and jade. They were so happy that they almost flew into the sky, and their mouths almost crooked when they laughed.
*
A sound transmission talisman glowing with silver gray shuttled out of the void, floating in front of Lin Qingluo.
Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered, she pinched the sound transmission talisman and held it to her ear to listen carefully.
After a while, she walked out of the bamboo house slowly, gave Wang Meng a few words in a soft voice, and disappeared in a flash.
Xiao Mu, Xiao Ming, and the two senior brothers had expressions of reverence.
The powerful aura is not weaker than their master in the Jindan stage.
The little uncle is very talented, and it is not comparable to ordinary people.
The only thirteen-year-old Taishang Patriarch's direct disciple is really not to be underestimated.
*
Hidden among the lingering white clouds, the mountain cave on the top of the cliff.
Lin Qingluo came with his sword, passing through a huge raised rock, the space inside formed a world of its own.
In the quiet and elegant bamboo forest courtyard full of aura, the ancestor of Kunlun sat in front of the stone table, looked at his beloved disciple who landed lightly, and smiled while stroking his beard.
"Master, are you looking for me?"
Lin Qingluo retracted her flying sword, sat down in front of the stone table in a very unrestrained manner, picked up the teapot, and poured tea for herself.
Fill it up, raise your teacup, and drink it all in one gulp.
The corners of Kunlun Patriarch's eyes twitched a few times.
Spiritual tea contains abundant spiritual power, which is hard to come by, and the old man is not willing to waste it.
Every time I brewed spiritual tea, I took a small sip to fully absorb the abundant spiritual power contained in the spiritual tea, and then I drank another cup just now.
It's not like this girl, who tastes like plain water, doesn't know how to cherish it at all.
"Hehe, Master's spiritual tea tastes good."
Lin Qingluo drank a cup of tea and savored the taste. Seeing the pained expression on Shizun's face, she couldn't help laughing.
"Knowing it's spiritual tea, it's such a waste."
The Kunlun ancestor blew his beard and stared, pretending to be angry.
"hehe."
Lin Qingluo was amused, and smiled happily: "Master, is there something important for you, old man, to find Qingluo? You don't just want to complain about Qingluo, do you?"
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