"Master Ninth... Master Ninth..."
The girl's dry voice pulled back Han Chujiu's thoughts.
He looked at Muyan, and immediately showed a smile on his face that he thought was "kind and kind", but was actually cute and soft: "My dear disciple, what's the matter?"
"Master Ninth, have you ever been to the Jiuli Tribe?"
Han Chujiu was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "I have been there, I have been there. However, I have only been there once."
Suddenly, his expression turned serious, and he looked at Muyan seriously, "Are you planning to go to the Jiuli tribe?"
Just as Muyan was about to nod her head, Han Chujiu suddenly raised her voice, "No, absolutely not! With your current cultivation, going to the Jiuli tribe is equivalent to sending you to your death!"
Muyan was stunned: "What kind of place is the Jiuli Tribe? Why is going there equal to death? With Third Senior Brother's attainments in spells, there's no other way?"
Han Chujiu snorted coldly, and cast a sideways glance at Chu Moli, "I admit that this kid has some skills, but the Jiuli tribe is far from as simple as you think. The people in it are not only proficient in spells, but also master formation techniques. , poisoning, medicine, and supernatural powers are all very proficient.”
"Every leader of the Jiuli Tribe has to reach the realm of Immortal Venerable to be eligible to participate in the selection. And there are usually at least seven candidates at a time. Do you know what this is?"
Muyan gasped.
In the entire Continent of Immortal Cultivation, there are only a handful of monks who have reached the realm of Immortal Venerable.
And there are at least seven immortals in the small Jiuli tribe.
Where is this Jiuli tribe
Han Chujiu looked at Chu Moli, and said word by word: "Perhaps you can rival anyone in the Jiuli tribe in terms of attainment in spells alone. But boy, the Jiuli tribe has existed in this world for tens of thousands of years , has been hiding in this corner of the world, developing quietly, has not participated in wars between various ethnic groups, and has not suffered much loss. This is also doomed, the strength and heritage they have accumulated over thousands of years is unimaginable of."
"If you think that you can bring Muyan in and out of the Jiuli Tribe at will with just this little [curse], then that's just too far-fetched."
Chu Moli lowered his eyelids, covering the divine light in his eyes.
Han Chujiu didn't get a response for a long time, so he couldn't help but kicked his wheelchair, "Boy, did you hear that? Before your strength reaches the realm of immortal lords, don't take my good disciple to the Jiuli Tribe."
Muyan couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
During this period of time, she has fully seen Master Xiaojiu's protection.
Whenever there is a mistake, it is definitely not the fault of the precious apprentice, it is the fault of others.
As long as there is a need for persuasion, if Baotuer refuses to listen, he will threaten the relevant personnel.
In short, no one's fault is Baby Tuer's fault, no one can blame Baby Tuer.
"You said ten thousand years ago."
Chu Moli's voice suddenly sounded.
He raised his head to look at Han Chujiu, and said slowly, "When did the Jiuli tribe start to be established, do you know?"
Han Chujiu was stunned: "How would I know this? Why are you asking this?"
Chu Moli lowered his eyes and did not answer.
Han Chujiu waved his hand and said, "Anyway, you are not allowed to go to the Jiuli Tribe without authorization, do you hear that? Hmph, but the Jiuli Tribe is not something you can go to whenever you want."
…
When only Muyan and Chu Moli are left in the room.
Chu Moli asked indifferently: "What are your plans, little junior sister?"