"What's important is that we are people in the company and they won't know about it in a short period of time."

"Or already know, but don't think too much?"

Thinking that Xu Si had already reported and written a report to Lao Zhao before, Zhang Chulan's already a little panicked heart gradually calmed down.

“Besides…”

"We are still far from the real immortal cultivation, and even from the realm of my master Zhang Zhiwei. Others don't know that we are cultivating immortals!"

Yes, currently Sister Baoer is practicing Qi third level, and Zhang Chulan is practicing Qi first level, and her strength is average, slightly improved, but not much improvement!

According to Annie, his master Zhang Zhiwei should be in the stage of Great Perfect Qi Practice, that is, the twelfth level of Qi Practice. It was just that the other party didn't know a further way, otherwise it should be almost time to build the foundation.

Of course, that doesn't matter!

What’s important now is: you can be invincible in the world by practicing Qi at the twelve levels. Zhang Chulan couldn’t imagine what kind of scene it would be when they arrived at the foundation-building stage or the “Ying Monster” that Annie said!

If he really practices Qi Great Perfection, it is equivalent to the terrifying combat power of his master Zhang Zhiwei who single-handedly challenged the entire nature and the entire alien world elders, even if the matter of the Immortal Cultivation Sect and the "Qingyuan Sword Technique" are exposed, he will not be timid at all!

"besides!"

“You just used the wrong word, shouldn’t you say ‘you’, but ‘we’?”

"You are now a member of us. Didn't Anne tell us when you came back with us?"

"Say you can become an inner disciple..."

As soon as he said this, Zhang Chulan's face suddenly became stern, and he couldn't help feeling a little jealous and resentful.

"Tsk!"

"We are all just traitors. You guy can actually be an inner disciple. I don't see where your advantage lies?"

"What kind of talent do you have?"

"Why didn't I see it?"

As he said that, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but glance up and down at the sick Wang Ye again.

Although, the inner and outer disciples and the servants are just different in terms of titles. Everyone’s inheritance is complete "Qingyuan Sword Art", and no one has the advantage over each other, but the difference in name must make him feel a little unhappy.

"whispering sound!"

"I'll talk about that later!"

Wang Ye sighed sadly, and then suddenly reached out and touched Zhang Chulan's chest.

“??”

"What are you doing?"

"roll!"

"I won't mess with the foundation!"

Zhang Chulan was alert and hurriedly took a step back and subconsciously covered her chest and warned.

"Stop fucking nonsense!"

"Get a cigarette!"

"I want to be quiet..."

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Chapter completed!