"Is anyone here? Is this fat chicken cub your spirit beast? He came to me and kept lingering on it. He ate a lot of peach blossom cakes. Now I'm sending it back to you..." The person standing at the door of the yard smiled and laughed.
After saying this, after looking up and seeing the three people in the yard, the smiles on their faces froze.
The city lord, Luo Anling and Yu Xinlan looked at each other, but did not speak for a long time.
As soon as the big yellow chicken in the city lord saw Luo Yunyi, he chirped twice, flapping his wings and was about to fly to Luo Yunyi. As a result, he just flew two steps and fell down like a big stone quickly.
go.
"Be careful!" The city lord took two steps forward, took the big yellow chicken in his arms, and said with lingering fear, "If you can't fly, come down and walk."
"Thank you." Luo Yunyi stepped forward and took the big yellow chicken from the city lord's arms.
"Yun...ah, senior." The city lord wanted to call Yun Yi, but just shouted a word. He realized that it was already different from the past, so he bowed and called him Senior. As the chief disciple of the Tiandao Sect, Luo Yunyi,
Of course, I can afford to say that the senior from any small town lord. But the person in front of me is different, he is his grandfather.
Luo Yunyi held the big yellow chicken and looked at the old man who was more than ten years old in front of him, and his mood was a little complicated. The appearance of the monk was not very easy to change. But these days, the person in front of him was so haggard.
"Grandfather, do you want to come in and have a cup of tea?" Luo Yunyi finally felt unbearable and asked.
"Me, can I?" The city lord looked at Luo Yunyi in a panic.
Before Luo Yunyi could speak, the city lord shook his head again, looked at Luo Anling and Yu Xinlan, and saluted to them: "I'm sorry, although you may not need this apology, I still want to say it.
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After saying this, the city lord turned around and left quickly.
Luo Anling looked at his father's back as he moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it in the end.
Yu Xinlan glanced at Luo Anling and said angrily: "Okay, if you want to talk to him, go. Anyway, my anger has not yet subsided. Maybe I will be willing to pay attention to him if the weather is gone that day. But it won't work now."
"Then I won't go, I'm still angry," said Luo Anling.
Luo Yunyi glanced at his parents and went out with a big yellow chicken in his arms.
My mother said that time is always the best healing medicine.
And the monks lack the least time.
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Six days have passed since the invitation was initiated by the Heavenly Dao Sect, and there are still cultivators coming continuously. However, the Heavenly Dao Sect seems to be an infinite space, and no matter how many people come, they can accommodate them, which makes the monks amazed.
Tiandao Sect announced that the competition will be held in six days. In the next six days, the number of monks coming to Tiandao Sect gradually decreased, and almost all the people who should come have come.
Elders from the four major sects are responsible for the judges of the auditions.
Whoever participates in the competition can sign up. There is no age limit for the cooking cultivator. However, if you participate in the sword and spell competition, all the monks who participate must be under forty, and after entering the competition arena, their cultivation will become consistent.
, Low-level cultivation will improve their strength on the ring, and the same cultivation as high-level cultivators will naturally be invalid after stepping down. In other words, to win, you must rely on your own understanding of spells and swordsmanship, as well as your personal combat plan
.Develop the same strength to the maximum.
This just surprised the monks. The Heavenly Dao Gate could even do such a thing.