Sign-in to Become the Strongest Sect Master

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen days passed.

In two days, the Tianluo Conference will be held. According to Yan Chu's plan, he must arrive one day in advance to find Qianji Yuge to arrange the advertisement.

The disciples also ended their devil training on this day.

After thirteen days of training, Shen Wen has been able to swing thirty swords in an instant!

Before the potatoes landed, they would be sliced ​​by him. Each slice could be thin enough to transmit light. After being fried in oil for three minutes, it was crispy and delicious. Sprinkled with a little salt and pepper, it was even more delicious than the potato chips that Yan Chu had eaten in his previous life!

Mu Qingqian made shaved ice and smoothies for Yan Chu, and gradually improved his ability to control ice and snow.

She even created a trick called Frozen Ten Thousand Miles. Once it is used, ice and snow will instantly fall within 100 meters around her feet. These ice and snow can also be transformed into ice cones, with extremely strong attack power.

Li Zeyang continued to release the flames of Yan Chu's oil pan for thirteen days. Every time he cried to Yan Chu, saying that he had not a drop left, Yan Chu could always stimulate his potential.

Thirteen days have passed, and Li Zeyang's flame has become stronger and stronger. Although it is only the flame condensed by the cultivation method, it is more powerful than the natural fire source condensed by many experts in the Void Realm!

Yan Chu was also thinking about whether to open the treasure chest again and create some kind of cold bone fire, such as the fallen heart flame, and give it to Li Zeyang.

All the disciples became Yan Chu's wage earners without knowing it.

But this kind of training is also very effective, and they have all been greatly improved.

And what did Yan Chu get?

In his system space, he got 50,000 packets of crispy and delicious potato chips, 30,000 cups of mango smoothie, and 100,000 packets of popcorn...

When the time comes to Tianshui Prefecture City, Yan Chu is going to sell these things to the audience of the Tianluo Conference, which must be a lot of income...

finally.

It's time to leave.

Yan Chu took Xiao Keqing and twenty-five disciples to stand at the exit of Xumi's world.

In addition to them, Yan Chu took the race class for the first time for safety reasons.

After all, it was the Tianluo Conference. What if the head of some sects saw that he was upset if he won the championship?

Saipan can protect him!

Mo Yanli was also taken by Yan Chu in a special way. Of course, he did not go to the competition, but arranged food, clothing, housing and transportation for Yan Chu.

"Elder Liu, during our absence, the lost city will be handed over to you," Yan Chu urged, "You have to work hard to generate income for the sect!"

"Master, don't worry, this matter is covered by me!"

Yasuo said moved: "The Sect Master entrusted me with such a great responsibility, I was very moved, and thought that the Sect Master and everyone were going to win glory for our Thunder Sect on this trip. As an elder, I couldn't help but want to. Blow the flute off for everyone! Don't be impatient, everyone, I'll take out my flute!"

As soon as they heard that Yasuo wanted to play flute, Yan Chu and others suddenly changed their expressions.

Only Shen Wen was full of anticipation, looking like he was going to learn.

These two masters and apprentices are also considered to be confidants of high mountains and flowing water. When Shen Wen was asked about his talents in the selection of the participating disciples half a month ago, he played a flute to everyone on the spot.

To describe it this way, Yasuo and Shen Wen can blow the flute like a suona.

Not suitable for standing and listening...

"Elder Liu, there is no need to blow the flute. We are still in a hurry, so we will withdraw first!"

After Yan Chu finished speaking, he didn't dare to stay, and quickly took everyone out of the world of Xumi.

Yasuo looked at everyone who disappeared in a blink of an eye, and couldn't help but wonder:

"Everyone has learned the magic of the gods and the sword, and one day is enough to fly to Tianshui Prefecture, why is the head still so anxious?"

...

Xinghua Village is about two thousand miles away from Tianshui Prefecture City.

Fortunately, Yan Chu and all the disciples had already learned the magic of the sword and the sword, and they continued to fly for a day, just in time to arrive at Tianshui Prefecture City at sunset.

Time to talk more, talk less.

So after Yan Chu and the others walked out of the Xinghualin, they said hello to the village chief Li old man, and flew away directly.

Looking at the backs of Yan Chu and others, Old Man Li stroked his beard meaningfully.

"Wife, what do you think of Xiao Chu?"

Old Man Li's house came out of an old woman with a hunchback. Her eyes were so cloudy that she didn't seem to be able to see anything clearly.

But she said: "In just three months, Xiao Chu has changed so much, it's incredible!"

"Do you still remember the Ziwei Emperor Star that suddenly appeared in the sky on the night Xiao Chu came back three months ago?" Old Man Li asked.

"Of course I remember, and I also know that half a month ago, the head of the Ziyun Sword Sect, that little girl Xu Ruoyun, came to Xiao Chu on a special trip."

Although the old woman's eyes were cloudy, she seemed to see better than anyone else.

"interesting!"

The old man Li smiled and ordered a soft China for himself.

When the old woman saw it, she directly knocked out the cigarette in Old Man Li's hand with a crutch: "I know smoking every day, but I don't know what to do!"

"What's wrong with taking two puffs? Can you relieve the stress by smoking a cigarette in a foreign country!"

Old Man Li picked up the cigarette aggrieved, put it in his mouth, and said:

"Who said I didn't do the right thing? When Xu Ruoyun came half a month ago, there were two contemplative spies behind him. Didn't I kill the old man?"