"Wait, Elder Qiu, don't be anxious first." Before Luo Enen finished speaking, Chang Wanfa had already stepped forward and pulled the swing sword aside.
"Elder Qiu, you have to think clearly. Is it really going to waste all your previous efforts?" Chang Wanfa asked in a low voice.
"This girl is simply too bullying. My swing sword is so old and I have never been so cowardly." The swing sword said in a buzzing voice.
"Then do you think it's better to receive a temporary energy or a lifetime energy?" Chang Wanfa was not angry and said slowly.
The swing sword's expression stagnated and immediately understood the meaning of Chang Wanfa.
If Luo Enen stayed in Nanli Sect, he would not be able to raise his head in his life. If he could leave Nanli Sect, what would he think of even if he was temporarily angry? Thinking of this in his heart, his anger would be
It's much faded.
"But only three or five hundred medium-grade Holy Spirit Stones, thousands of us have gone out, are we still missing these three or five hundred? We can't bear to leave our children and can't trap the wolf." He noticed the change in the expression of the swing sword, and always had all kinds of methods.
He said while the iron was hot.
This is very reasonable. The two thousand middle-grade Holy Spirit Stones have already been released, so why bother to waste your previous efforts just to make a few hundred pieces of stingy?
"But I gave her all the last little money last time, and now I really can't take it out." The Swing Sword was finally moved by him, but he said dejectedly.
Thinking about his dignified elder of the Technological Sect, he even counts on pretending to be a pro-public and private drink, so how could he get out any Holy Spirit Stone?
"Or what, let's borrow some from the disciples." Chang Wanfa said.
Nanli Sect is at least a middle-grade sect. Many disciples come from extraordinary origins, especially those of the inner sect. As long as they are willing to speak, hundreds of middle-grade holy spirit stones can still be collected.
"What, the elder borrowed money from his disciples. Do we still want our old face?" Swing Jian was furious again when he heard this.
"Or else do you have a better way?" Chang Wanfa glanced at the swing sword and said coldly.
The swing sword suddenly fell back, and apart from that, he really couldn't think of any other way.
"Elder Qiu, endure the calm and stable waves for a while, take a step back, the vast sky will be wide." After a moment of silence, Chang Wanfa said with emotion.
"Okay, then we'll go and borrow some from our disciples." The Swing Sword finally made up his mind.
Think about it carefully, it is no big deal to be embarrassed for a moment. As long as Luo Enen can leave Nanli Sect, he will be able to get the face he lost sooner or later. If she is allowed to stay in Nanli Sect and refuse to leave, she will be the only one life.
Don't even think about raising your head.
"This is your own idea, so you can't blame me in the future." Seeing that the swing sword finally let go, Chang Wanfa breathed a sigh of relief and continued.
In fact, as long as he is shameless, he can borrow it himself, but how can he go there alone such a shameful thing? If he wants to go, he has to drag a swing sword together.
I was just afraid that this old guy would regret it in the future and blame him for his own head, so I didn't forget to add this sentence to put aside the relationship.
"I know, I won't blame you." Swing sword said angrily.
The two of them have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, so why didn’t he know Chang Wanfa’s idea? But now they share honor and disgrace. It can be said that they are grasshoppers on the same rope, and he is too lazy to care about so much.
Alas, I feel so sad. I really don’t want to wipe off their old faces.