The Qingyun nodded slightly, showing praise.

This made Zhang Mao feel the greatest encouragement, and his eyes swept across the audience, making all the noisy junior brothers shut up and listen quietly to Qingyun's speech.

Well, experienced class teachers like to erect a squad leader like this to help manage students.

"What Yu Xiaohui said just now is also good. If you disciples from my Thatched Hut Sect are too weak, it is really not OK. You can lose face of my Thatched Hut Sect!

So, I need you to become stronger tonight…”

Before Qingyun finished speaking, Yu Xiaohui couldn't help but stumble again and shouted in surprise: "Master, should you let the magic weapon protect you again?"

Such a casual insertion immediately made Zhang Mao dissatisfied again, and another slap suppressed him!

However, Yu Xiaohui didn't care, stuck out his tongue, waiting for Qingyun's answer in anticipation. But he didn't dare to impulse the slut!

Among these disciples, this is the one Yu Xiaohui who is the most reckless!

Qingyun smiled and said, "Of course not. The magic weapon is on the body, and it consumes the qi of the sun's blood. It is naturally impossible to use it if it is absolutely necessary.

What I'll let you do tonight is very simple..."

"You guys come with me!"

Qingyun smiled, with some malicious intentions, and took them to the storage room.

Then he pointed to the mountains of high-energy nutrient solution and smiled faintly: "What you are going to do tonight is very simple. Let's give me twenty bottles each!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples changed their expressions.

Where do they know about this high-energy nutrient solution? There are 5,000 calories in a bottle.

How many twenty bottles are there? One hundred thousand calories of calories.

God, this will die!

Suddenly, Zhang Mao gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Give me all drinks, can Master still harm us?"

No matter what you care about, you can open a bottle of high-energy nutrient solution first and pour it into your stomach.

After all, I had confidence in Qingyun. Although my scalp was numb, I still drank high-energy nutrient solution one by one.

Qingyun showed a satisfied smile. Such loyal disciples were what the Thatched Hut Sect needed.

Even if you know the danger, you will do a single order!

It’s no wonder that Qingyun wants to find such an orphan as his disciple!

Dong Xuan Jing took action to communicate with the thatched hut and cave heaven, and the pure sun shone into the sea of ​​consciousness of the Qingyun.

The purple flashed slightly, splitting out a sun star, and shot into Zhang Mao's sea of ​​consciousness from the middle of Qingyun's eyebrows.

In an instant, the spirit turned into the spleen god was always there, and he was in Zhang Mao's spleen palace, filled with golden light, helping him transport water and valleys.

If you have not practiced to the realm of ghost immortals, your soul cannot leave your body or possess your body and take over your body. You cannot do this!

However, just by practicing the Ghost Immortal, Qingyun could not help all his disciples refine the Water Valley.

This requires a steady stream of lamp oil inspiration!

Only by meeting these two conditions can you achieve such things in front of you!

With the powerful ghost immortal soul and the endless inspiration of lamp oil, the high-energy nutrient solution that Zhang Mao took was quickly transported and his blood began to grow.

Take one bottle after another of high-energy nutrient solution in this way!

Then there were Li Haoran, Yu Xiaohui, Yue Xiao, Bai Qi, Wang Licheng and other disciples.

When the sky was about to light up, Qingyun finally finished refining the last disciple.

He slowly ended his efforts!

I saw all the disciples fall asleep!

"Although we can't let all these disciples step into the innate nature of martial arts at once.

But their blood and energy have also increased a lot...

I believe that when the students from the Nine Divisions go up the mountain, they will be shocked when they see boys like Zhang Mao!"

Thinking of this, Wei Qingyun smiled.

"Helping a disciple refine it costs about five drops of lamp oil to inspire. It took sixty drops to be found in one night!"

Qingyun now has twelve disciples.

Although there are many inspirations to consume 60 drops of lamp oil in one night, it can still bear it for today's Qingyun.

Because Qingyun has accumulated more than a hundred drops of lamp oil, he has an idea.

Not to mention, now his Lujia Xiangtan, four villages, only have more than twenty drops of lamp oil every day.

The Yishen Temple has now stabilized, which is about five drops.

Although there are fewer Qingtian Village, it is just one drop a day.

In other words, the lamp oil inspiration that Qingyun harvests every day is more than thirty.

Spend half of the lamp oil to support the magic soldiers, and half of it will be left every day!

In short, although this cost a lot, it is still within his tolerance.

Of course, it is not enough to just help these disciples refine these water and valley blood qi!

Qingyun took out the cave mirror again, and the pure sun's spiritual light shot into his eyebrows.

Countless combat experiences from Zhang Huolong have been poured into the minds of Zhang Mao and other disciples!

"I heard that this time, the one who led my team to my Thatched Hut Mountain was a master from the Great Compassion Temple..."

Three days passed in a flash. On the morning of the fourth day, the first batch of nine students went up the mountain, with a total of fifty people, all wearing black training uniforms, standing neatly in front of Qingyun.

The team led by a master of Dapesi Temple.

It was actually Xiong Biao, the deputy captain of the operation team of the 9th Department of Jiangcheng!

However, these students did not all come from the Nine Districts of Jiangcheng, but were drawn from all over the country.

Moreover, these fifty people are only the first batch.

"Consultant Xiong Biao led the first-stage students of the Ninth Division to study. There should be fifty people, but in fact there are fifty people. Please give me instructions!"

Xiong Biao said loudly.

Qingyun smiled faintly: "I am not an army here, so there is no need to do this!

Zhang Mao, Li Haoran, each of you brings five students. Teach them to practice Qianyuan Gong well and don’t be lazy!”

Zhang Mao and other disciples were already ready to beat their hands, and now they were all excited when they heard this.

However, these students couldn't help but make a noise. What a joke to let these half-baby teach us?

Among these fifty people, seven or eight were selected by the Nine Departments of Jiangcheng.

They have all suffered from the pain of the Qingyun and know that the power of the Qingyun is. They have also passed on the power of the Qingyun to other students!

Therefore, when they came up the mountain to learn martial arts from Qingyun, the students all expressed their emotions and even had some expectations.

However, instead of teaching them to practice martial arts personally, he sent out those teenage kids, which was unbearable!

For a moment, even though the discipline was strict, it started to make noise.

Qingyun gave Zhang Mao a wink, and Zhang Mao immediately understood, stood up, pointed to a student with the most movement, hooked his fingers, and shouted: "You, come out? I have the will of a fight with me."

If you win, you will do whatever you want! But if you lose, you'd better be obedient to me."
Chapter completed!