Why are the disciples of Qilin Academy so mysterious and hidden so deeply? It is a kind of protection to avoid being assassinated by other sects.
"You have to listen to your master, your master is also doing it for your own good!"
Lu Ming said seriously.
Qiuyue stuck out her tongue and said: "I understand, young master, but now Qiuyue can't stay with the young master and take care of him."
"Then you have to practice hard. When one day you reach the fourth level or above as a great martial artist, the young master will take you to explore the world together."
Lu Ming encouraged.
"Really? Master, you are not allowed to lie."
Qiuyue's eyes were full of expectation.
"Of course it's true. When did the young master lie to you?"
Lu Ming smiled.
Time passed while the two chatted, and more than an hour passed quickly.
"Master, I have to leave. It's time for Master to find me."
Qiuyue said reluctantly.
"Go ahead, with your talent, we will soon be able to conquer the world together."
Lu Ming pinched Qiu Yue's cheek and smiled.
Qiuyue's big eyes flashed with mist, and she suddenly stood up on tiptoes, kissed Lu Ming on the face, then turned around and ran away with a red face, like a frightened rabbit, running very fast, disappearing in the forest in the blink of an eye.
Feeling the faint moisture and fragrance on his face, Lu Ming smiled slightly and whispered: "This girl has become a lot more courageous after not seeing her for a while."
Shaking his head slightly, he turned around and left here.
In the days that follow, continue to practice and hunt monsters.
Martial arts and cultivation are steadily improving.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another month has passed.
The harvest this month has been gratifying.
The Gang Fire Spear Technique finally made another breakthrough and reached the sixth level, the realm of the integration of man and force.
However, the volley step has only reached the peak of the second level and has not yet broken through to the third level.
However, Lu Ming's cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of martial arts, and the next step is to reach the realm of great martial arts.
"It's time to go back."
Counting the time, it has been more than two months since Lu Ming entered the coastal mountains.
The way of cultivation can be relaxed and relaxed, and you cannot practice blindly. Practicing blindly may not necessarily produce good results.
With a movement of his body, Lu Ming headed towards the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
Half a day later, Lu Ming returned to the dormitory.
"Senior Brother Lu Ming, you are finally back. I thought you couldn't catch up?"
As soon as he saw Lu Ming, Pang Shi said hurriedly.
"Can't catch up? Why can't you catch up?"
Lu Ming asked curiously.
"Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong's engagement celebration party!"
Hua Chi walked out of the room, holding an invitation in his hand.
"Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong are engaged?" Lu Ming was slightly stunned.
"Seven days ago, Zhang Muyun came to send you an invitation in person. Unfortunately, you were not here, so he left this invitation with me."
Huachi handed the invitation to Lu Ming.
Lu Ming opened the invitation and saw that the time happened to be today, and the address was at the Jianwu Villa in Xuanjian City.
Lu Ming had heard of Jianwu Villa. It was very famous in Xuanjian City and was known for its elegant environment. Many celebrities would choose Jianwu Villa to hold their happy events.
"Then I rushed at the right time. It's just in time to rush now!"
Lu Ming smiled.
The sun hasn't set yet, so it's not too late to get there.
Zhang Muyun made a very good impression on Lu Ming, and was a good friend. Since the other party was engaged to Zhuo Yirong and came to send him the invitation in person, Lu Ming naturally wanted to go.
"Do you want to go together?"
Lu Ming asked.
"Forget it, the people going this time are all experts, so we won't join in the fun."
Huachi Road.
Lu Ming knew in his heart that Huachi was arrogant, so he said no more, said goodbye, and headed towards Xuanjian City.
...
The Sword Dance Villa in Xuanjian City was extremely lively.
The red lights were shining brightly, and it was a joyous occasion.
Zhang Muyun was extremely talented. Before Lu Ming's rise, he was firmly ranked first on the bronze list. Even Duanmu Yunyang, the new king, was suppressed by him.
Moreover, he is easy-going, tolerant to others, and has the air of a king. He is very popular in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
This time he was engaged to Zhuo Yirong. There were 60 people on the bronze list, and more than 50 people came.
Not only that, there were also some silver-level disciples, elders, deacons, etc., and even several silver-robed elders came.
Including the families of Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong, there were hundreds of people in the Jianwu Villa.
There is a flat open space beside a small lake in Jianwu Villa. In the open space, there are dozens of banquet tables.
At this time, although the banquet has not started yet, people are basically already here.
People who know each other sit at the same table and chat with each other.
At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a guard stumbled in. There was still blood at the corner of his mouth, and a large piece of his face was swollen.
"Zhang Ji, what's going on?"
Beside Zhang Muyun, his father stood up and asked coldly.
This scene naturally caught the attention of other people, and they all looked over in surprise.
"Master, Master, there are people outside the door who came uninvited without invitations. We just asked, and they hurt people. They have already forced their way in. We can't stop them."
The guard shouted loudly.
"What invitation? Where we are going, do we need an invitation?"
A proud and cold voice sounded, and three young men walked over.
"Who are you? Don't you know that today is Senior Brother Zhang's engagement day? How dare you force your way in?"
A disciple of Qinglongyuan stood up and shouted.
His name is Wu Kui, and he ranks forty-three on the bronze list.
"Yo yo yo, what big deal is it for a disciple who is just a bullshit bronze-listed disciple to get engaged? What dare you do?"
A young man holding a sword in his arms sneered.
"Arrogant, let me see what you have got?"
Wu Gui shouted angrily, and with a movement of his body, he pounced on the young man holding the sword like an eagle, and grabbed the young man holding the sword with one claw.
"You have a small skill, but you still dare to do the same thing!"
The young man holding the sword sneered and struck out with his palm.
Whoosh!
The palm of the young man holding the sword was obviously just a flesh palm, but everyone seemed to see a peerless sword coming out of its sheath. The sword light shot up into the sky, and a bright sword light struck Wu Gui's claw.
The next moment, Wuwei screamed and flew back, smashing two tables in succession before he could stand upright, but his body kept shaking, and one of his palms was dripping with blood.
Everyone was taken aback and looked at the young man holding the knife in shock.
He could injure Wu Gui with a single slash from his fleshy palm. This level of combat power was by no means an easy feat.
You must know that Wu Gui is ranked forty-three on the bronze list. To defeat him with one move so easily, at least one of the top twenty geniuses on the bronze list can do it. But these people are very familiar to each other.
Not a disciple of the Four Great Courtyards.
Where did that genius come from?
Zhang Muyun stood up, clasped his fists, and said, "Who are you? Zhang thinks he has never offended you."
"Hey, you are Zhang Muyun, who is ranked second on the bronze list, right?"
One of the young men with a cold face said.
If Lu Ming were here, he would definitely recognize that this cold young man was none other than Jian Wuchen from Qilin Academy.
The other two are both disciples of Qilin Academy.