Turning her eyes slightly, Hu Mei'er laughed unconsciously, looked at the evil spirits and asked them: "Four deacons, please don't tease them. Even the inner disciples are at least the cultivation base of Shenzhaojing, let alone the elite. I'm a disciple, but this Junior Brother Zhuo..."
"Why, do you still underestimate our butler Zhuo's failure?" Unable to raise his head, the fierce ghost laughed proudly: "Our butler Zhuo is very human, and we naturally walk a very unusual way. How can we treat it according to common sense? According to me Look, Steward Zhuo is already a talented disciple, and he should directly become the deacon of the sect!"
"No, no, no... How can the deacon of the Zongmen be worthy of the steward Zhuo, it should be the elder of the Zongmen!" At this moment, the witty ghost immediately flattered.
When the coward saw it, he hurriedly mixed in: "Zongmen elder Zhuo steward is also not appropriate. If you want to be a sect, you can serve as a sect!"
"Hey, it's not uncommon for the sect to enshrine the steward Zhuo, just let Na Xie Wuyue abdicate and become the sect master directly!"
The four ghosts of the magic strategy, you said and I said, and they were eagerly fighting, screaming again and again, Hu Meier could not help but twitch her cheeks severely, and she was speechless.
These four deacons had abnormal heads, and she had heard about them a long time ago. When I saw them today, they really deserved their reputations. From the mouths of these four guys, there is no way to detect the background of this kid.
However, seeing these four little ghosts as deacons, they are so respectful to this kid, flattering, and want to come to the clan to be intertwined, they have a deep relationship.
Thinking of this, Hu Mei'er looked at Zhuo Fan deeply, but saw that he was still in the old well, and his face was calm as usual. She did not reveal any mood swings of joy or anger due to the clamor of the four ghosts.
It was like an ancient well without a bottom, and I couldn't find out what he was thinking in his heart...
"Girl, what's your name?" Slowly leaned down, Zhuo Fan looked at the quiet girl and said slightly.
The girl glanced at him sideways, hummed, and said nothing.
At this time, Hu Mei'er smiled again and said: "Junior Brother Zhuo, she is Yue'er, and she has the same cultivation level as you, and she is also a disciple of the sixth layer of the Profound Sky, the outer sect of the sect. If you want to come, you have to go outside before you enter the realm of God's light. The door is over. She will be your senior sister in the future, you have to take care of each other, hehehe..."
"Yue'er?"
Unconsciously raising his brows, Zhuo Fan picked up the weapon she had fallen to the ground, and looked carefully, but saw that it was a machete, a fourth-grade magic treasure, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Your name is Yue'er, so use a full moon scimitar, it matches your name very well!"
Glancing at him again, Yue'er didn't reply!
However, at this moment, Zhuo Fan suddenly picked up the knife and dropped it, holding the scimitar and wiped it hard against her neck.
The pupils couldn't help shrinking, Yue'er was unconsciously shocked and wanted to escape, but he was seriously injured and couldn't move at all. That Hu Mei'er was also taken aback, and she didn't expect that a young disciple who had just started, would dare to attack her fellow students so recklessly, and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
The Moce Four Ghosts all sneered, but they were too lazy to stop what Steward Zhuo wanted to do, and they didn't dare to stop it.
Anyway, an outer disciple would die if he died, so the lord would not mind if he wanted to come. After all, the sect master invited Zhuo Fan to join the sect, and he would not be torn by an outside disciple.
The cold blade light was like a shooting star, and Yue'er's indifferent pupils finally began to panic a little, and the pupils didn't feel a little bigger. However, she still has a cold face, even in the face of death, she will not change her face at all!
squeak!
The cold light instantly stopped at her throat and stopped moving, but she already felt the sharp aura on the blade, as if it had cut off her neck, death was so close to her!
Gurgle!
Swallowing nervously, Yue'er rolled her eyes involuntarily and looked at Zhuo Fan aside. This might be the first time she looked at this man squarely.
But what caught her eyes was a slightly playful smile.
Putting down the scimitar, Zhuo Fan laughed: "Little girl, you made a sneak attack earlier, but it shocked me. This time I also shocked you, we are even, hahaha... "
"Hey, Steward Zhuo, this little Nizi hurt you, how can it be regarded as just a shock?" The fierce ghost pointed to the red on Zhuo Fan's chest, and said without mercy.
Slowly waved his hand, Zhuo Fan didn't comment: "I just started to get started, and I greeted Senior Sister Yue'er. It's no big deal, so you don't want to go to the Sect Master to chew on your tongue. Let's just stop this matter!"
"Yes!"
The Moce four ghosts looked at each other, shrugged helplessly, and bowed their heads and clasped their fists to lead their lives.
At this moment, Hu Meier was even more surprised. The behavior of these four people is no longer as simple as taking care of this kid, it is completely the behavior of their subordinates to pay homage.
Could it be said that this person is an heir of someone in the clan
Thinking of this, Hu Mei'er stared at Zhuo Fan's figure again, unconsciously she said coquettishly: "Yeah, Junior Brother Zhuo is really a large number of grown-ups, it's like a father!"
Have you seen my father
Zhuo Fan smiled secretly, knowing that she was deceiving herself, but shook her head pretendingly and mysteriously, and smiled: "Senior Sister Mei'er, it's really polite. I didn't think of it before, but now that Sister mentioned my father, I suddenly realized that, father. A female disciple in Zeng Tizong was very considerate. Her name is Hu, she should be Senior Sister Mei'er. My father often praises it, and it's great to have Senior Sister Mei'er serving her side!"
Uh…
The Moce Four Ghosts were taken aback, and they looked at Zhuo Fan with a strange expression, suspicious in their hearts.
Does this butler still have a father? How come he has never seen him before? You also know that Hu Meier is a member of the clan
Hu Meier was also taken aback, and said inwardly: "This kid really has a background, but I don't know who to rely on!"
However, she still wanted to explore again, but Zhuo Fan had already seen it well and accepted it, bowed and said with a smile: "It's not early, we should also go to see the Sect Master, let’s say goodbye. And Senior Sister Yue’er, you The knife!"
With that said, Zhuo Fan returned the scimitar to Yue'er. Yue'er glanced at him lightly, and took it coldly!
With a faint smile again, Zhuo Fan left here with the four ghosts, leaving only Hu Meier looking suspiciously at their backs, hesitating in her heart.
"Yue'er, go back to heal by yourself, the senior sister has important things to go ahead!" Without looking at the senior sister again, Hu Meier said coldly, stepped on her foot, and disappeared.
Yue'er nodded slightly, her face was sad, and she sighed long. Like a little girl who has made a mistake, I feel aggrieved...
On the other hand, Zhuo Fan and the Moce Four Ghosts rushed towards the mountains, overwhelmed by various magnificent buildings along the way. The fierce ghost looked at Zhuo Fan with a face full of puzzlement: "Steward Zhuo, that little girl hurt you, you really don't intend to pursue it? Or let us find a chance to kill that girl film?"
"Ha ha ha... Come on, I still like that girl's temperament, just like me before, just entering the magical way, frank but naive!"
Zhuo Fan's eyes flashed, and Zhuo Fan sneered: "The so-called stupid people move their hands, smart people move their mouths. Although it was that month who shot Lao Tzu just now, I don't think she knows anything, she should have been used. On the contrary, it was later. The Hu Mei'er who appeared, cleaned up the mess, inquired about the news, and spied on me. If we let it go, then forget it. If we still don’t let it go, it is estimated that she is going to kill her!"
Zhuo Fan took a deep breath, pondered carefully, and suddenly said, "The Four Ghosts of Moce, did you tell me anything about my coming to Moce Sect? Why is it that I have been targeted before I joined the sect? "
"Uh, this..."
Unconsciously, the four ghosts of Moce looked at each other, and they all shook their heads helplessly, and the evil spirit shrugged and said: "This is normal. The competition of Moce Sect is already fierce, and as a magic door, The competition between the disciples is even more fierce. You know that some of our magical methods are extremely cruel. There are countless people practicing with the blood of other people's souls, but where do you get this material?"
"Going out to attack the disciples of other factions will definitely cause catastrophes, sect wars. In the end, you can only choose a furnace that suits you from the eliminated disciples as the cultivation material for elite disciples. That is to say, here. Eliminated, it means death!"
"Yes, yes, we used to practice combined strikes, and we also practiced with the nine hundred and ninety-nine Dao disciples Yuanshen, so the four people can work together to turn the reality into nothing!" At this time, the witty ghost nodded in a hurry and added. .
Zhuo Fan knew that he knew the cruelty of the magic way better than anyone else. The loser would go to hell forever and lose everything; the winner would reach the peak of life and possess everything!
It seems that the fact that Xie Wuyue personally invited him to join the sect leaked out, and the disciples in the sect were already completely eyeing him!
Just now Hu Mei'er explored his background, clearly thinking about whether it is suitable to get rid of it immediately.
If they have a deep background, they are not good at doing it, but they will definitely think well. On the contrary, if they have no power or influence, they will immediately be dispatched to wipe out the seedlings at the time of the buds!
Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan sneered again and again, and curled his lips in disdain.
A bunch of little things that have just entered the magic way, want to calculate your ancestors, they are still very tender! After seeing Lao Tzu enter the elite disciples, one by one will tidy you up!
"That person was invited by the Sect Master, a new disciple?" In a dense forest of high mountains into the clouds, a tall figure, staring coldly at the progress of the five people below, sneered, "Tianxuan Sixth , Isn't it ordinary. Sect Master would really invite such a person to get started, even at the cost of a Ninth-Rank Spirit Pill?"
Unconsciously sighed, Hu Meier's figure appeared behind him at some point, and she sneered: "This silly boy is very interesting. Just now Yueer injured him, he actually took the initiative to reconcile. And listening to his tone, his father should It's a great figure in the sect. Hehehe... I guess he is a second generation ancestor, innocent and simple, not like a magician cultivator at all!"
"Did you come in by going through the back door? Sect Master is not like such an unprincipled person!"
A frightening light flashed in his eyes, and the man sneered coldly: "Perhaps, his talent is good? It's not unreasonable for the lord to see him. By the way, how is his situation with Yue'er?"
"Second brother, don't worry, this kid is very weak. Although he broke Yue'er's arm, he also got a shot in the chest. It's about half a catty. He is narrowly winning!"
"So that means that his strength is as we have seen, the Profound Sky Sixth Layer, no special means!" The second senior brother touched his chin and murmured: "Then, it depends on what the Sect Master arranges. If he is caught Arranged as an inner disciple, if the suzerain personally teaches him, then his potential must be very good and it is a threat to us and must be removed as soon as possible. If it is normal, it is arranged at the outer door, hehehe... It is probably the household. The suzerain is probably again. With which one of the consecrations, reached an ulterior agreement!"
When Hu Meier heard it, she couldn't help but smile again and again, her branches trembled, and a ridiculous color flashed in her eyes: "I think this little brother is quite innocent. She is stupid than Yue'er. The lord should look down on him. I guess the latter. More likely!"
"I feel so too!" An evil arc crossed the corner of the mouth, and the second senior brother and Hu Mei'er looked at each other and laughed together.
At this time, the five finally reached the gate of the Great Hall of Mo Ce Sect, where the Sect Master and all the elders were worshipped.
Glancing deeply at the closed door, the fierce ghost grinned, and he was about to step forward to report.
But before he could act, there was a soft creak, the door was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with a beard with a beard at the corner of his mouth came out from inside.
When the Moce Four Ghosts saw it, they hurriedly said, "Elder Yao!"
"Yeah!" Nodded slightly, Elder Yao didn't look at them, instead he set his gaze directly on Zhuo Fan's position and said faintly: "You are the new disciple, Zhuo Fan!"
"Exactly!" Zhuo Fan nodded slightly and said respectfully.
"Sect Master has his life, Zhuo Fan is stationed in the handyman's room. Starting today, he will be the handyman disciple of this school, you can take him there!" Elder Yao's words echoed in everyone's ears, but everyone on the scene couldn't help it. shocked…