Di Shifang would naturally not refuse Lu Jiuque's request, but this did not mean that he would not seek benefits for himself.
"You can give me a sparring session with you, but I'm very strict. You're not allowed to cry then?"
Lu Jiuque was annoyed: "When have I ever cried?" She said this as if she had done such a thing before.
Di Shifang smiled happily, curled his thin and charming lips, and gave birth to all kinds of grace.
"Okay, but I have to charge a guidance fee."
He stretched out his slender fingers and tapped her lips gently. His eyes were deep and he said quietly: "Just use it to pay. I will do my best to teach you..."
Looking at the evil young boy in front of him, Lu Jiuque's little heart beat rapidly...
"Plop, puff, puff..."
Ouch!
It’s really, really exciting!
Big Demon King, you old monster, look at her accepting you—
"good!"
"good!"
…
Lu Jiuque and Di Shifang started a special training on the other side. Since Yin Wuhen on the other side has spoken, he will not take back his words. Although it is just to attract the cunning Lu Jiuque, he is a hard-working Soul Fighting Sect disciple. Except for the newcomers Mei Ke and Yi Li, they were all thrown into the trial tower by Yin Wuhen.
However, some could only linger on the first and second floors of the trial tower, while others were allowed to enter the middle floor. In the end, all his direct disciples, including Han Chengyu, were thrown to the eighth floor by him.
As for whether the poor disciples were alive or dead inside, Yin Wuhen didn't care at all.
In this way, time passed little by little, and gradually arrived at the days before the secret realm was opened.
But on this day, the Fighting Soul Sect suddenly welcomed a guest. This person was none other than the Northern Envoy Meng Tu.
As soon as Mengtu sat down, he immediately drank a few sips of water by himself, then patted his thighs, and while carefully looking at Yin Wuhen with his eyes, he considered and said: "Sect Master Yin, regarding the quota for going to the secret realm this time, maybe There are some changes…”
Yin Wuhen raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "Oh? Is there any accident? But my disciple of the Fighting Soul Sect has indeed won the first place in the competition. You shouldn't want to exploit us to enter the secret realm? Is there a quota?"
Although Yin Wuhen's voice was extremely calm, Meng Tu had been an envoy to the North for so many years, so he naturally knew his partner very well.
The gentler Yin Wuhen's smile is, the more conspiracies he has in his heart!
Afraid that Yin Wuhen would hate him and think that he had done something evil, Mengtu said quickly: "No, no, no... that's not the case! On the contrary, the temple has made a decision and wants to expand every sect. The team going to the secret realm..."
expand? !
Not to cut back, but to expand
The other disciples and elders almost thought that they heard wrongly. Only Yin Wuhen looked a little confused. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Oh? Why did the people in the temple suddenly make such a decision?"
"Alas..." Mengtu sighed deeply, "This is not because of the Four Realms City, because the Four Realms City has been destroyed, and the power of the human race is no longer balanced, especially with the death of Wu Ma Jian, it can be said that the Our strength has been greatly reduced, so in order to cultivate talents as much as possible, the temple has decided to expand the number of people who can enter the secret realm! After all, the more people who enter, the more likely we are to discover talents, right?"