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1475. Asking the teacher to ask the crime 1

Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er were invited by the head of the Ziyun Sect with a grand yet friendly gesture into the Tairan Hall where the Ziyun Sect always entertained distinguished guests.

The two of them originally came to investigate, but in the end they couldn't say anything.

Mo Liancheng had several ideas to embarrass Ziyun Sect, but he couldn't put them into action.

Sighing, no wonder Ziyun Sect can stand like a behemoth for thousands of years.

The sect leader in front of me is definitely an outstanding person.

Yu Fengchu was also accompanying him. This guy was even more powerful, and he talked and laughed naturally. The things that made Qu Taner retreat in fear a few times before seemed like they had never happened at all.

Qu Tan'er felt a little uncomfortable sitting with these people.

So, my eyes fell on the delicious food in front of the table.

Not many people came to see Mo Liancheng, just seven or eight elders, and a few old antiques. During this period, Mo Liancheng actually accompanied them and smiled happily. The most peculiar thing was that Mo Liancheng could talk about anything.

You can also communicate with those who make alchemy without authorization, talk about cultivation with those who want to practice, and those who delve into the prohibitions of formations.

The palace looked peaceful on the outside, but these old antiques were stirred up in their hearts. They felt that the origin of Mo Liancheng was mysterious. Secretly, they also tried to explore the origin of Mo Liancheng, but who is our master? They just said it in a few sentences, and there was no trace of it.

None were disclosed.

Qu Tan'er glanced at the people present casually.

Among a group of young people sitting not far away, she saw the young man in purple robe, and her eyes collided accidentally. The young man in purple robe did not have the calmness and calmness of Yu Fengchu in his eyes.

There is resentment. I am afraid that because of the fear of her in the past, I will be emboldened to return to the sect. Coupled with her and Chengcheng's recent reputation in Ziyun Sect, I am afraid that it will not be very good.

He killed someone and injured many more.

There may have been rumors about the fifth elder's death in the Ziyun Sect.

However, she didn't care. She picked up a cup of tea and suddenly called the purple-robed boy in a teasing tone, "Hey, kid, we meet again."

The purple-robed boy sat up suddenly, stared at Qu Tan'er and shouted, "I am not a child!"

"puff!"

"puff!!……"

The tea in Qu Tan'er's mouth squirted.

Obviously, she was not the only one laughing, there were several people from the Ziyun Sect.

There were still some conversations in the hall, but they all stopped for a moment. Everyone turned their eyes to the purple-robed young man, and saw that his handsome face turned red when he realized something, and he lowered his head in embarrassment and timidity. Everyone present except

Some of the young core disciples and several highly respected elders also sat there.

"Haha!" Suddenly a loud laugh came from Yu Fengchu's voice, "Sorry, sorry, I was joking with Xiaoan just now, but I didn't expect him to take it seriously, haha. Children don't like to be called small.

Yes, Brother Mo and Master Qu don't take it personally." He also stood up and apologized generously to Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er.

Mo Liancheng smiled and said: "It's nothing. Brother Xiao'an is also a temperamental person, straightforward."

"That's right, that's right. Children don't have any ideas. They just say whatever they like." The sect leaders next to him laughed and dismissed it. Then a few people agreed, and the atmosphere quickly turned around again.

But everyone knows that because Yu Fengchu is "acquainted" with Mo Liancheng, he makes an exception to sit with the older generation and stays with Mo Liancheng, while Xiaoan and a group of young people are listening below, even though they are not far apart.
Chapter completed!
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