Chapter 147: The chief will not arrive, the main hall will not open

Long Wushuang raised his sword eyebrows and strode towards the closed main hall gate, and wanted to enter early.

The other fourteen disciples of Tianshu Temple looked at each other and no one spoke, except Manzhu Luer.

"Yijian hasn't come yet, how can you do this? The information on the sect says that all our inner disciples gather together!"

"Hehe, I'm so late, it's not that we don't wait for him, it's because he doesn't come by himself, and he's always on our side no matter where he goes."

The kind-hearted young man sneered sinisterly that he was one of the happiest people for Ye Rong's mistakes.

Among the only 16 disciples of Tianshu Temple, there are quite a few who have celebrated Ye Rong. Not to mention the obvious competitors like Long Wushuang, like a kind young actor, although he has been silent for a while, it does not mean that he has changed his mind and wants to shake hands with him. Whenever he has the chance, he will jump out to attack Ye Rong twice. He will never let this kind of thing go.

In addition, people like the white hair of the world and Jiang Gong Wangyue will not have much better sense of Ye Rong.

The others are at most in a state of watching the show without helping each other, and only one Manzhu Luer can say a few words for him.

"Uncle Long, the disciples of Tianshu Temple are not all together yet?"

The two Taoist boys guarding in front of the main hall were even younger than Long Wushuang, but everyone looked over and saw a series of question marks above their heads. It can be seen that their level is at least twenty levels higher than everyone. It is said that they can learn the art of looking at Qi after level fifty. Not only can the monsters with a level gap of less than level 50, but the NPC level information can be seen, and even players, names, levels and other information can be found, and it is no longer a secret.

"But the time has obviously arrived, and it has been more than one quarter of an hour! Why is it not open yet? It's wasting our time in vain!"

Long Wushuang yelled, but he didn't dare to force forward to intercept the two Taoist boys.

Among the many NPCs in Qingcheng, only those who act as servants and servants are ordinary-level. In addition, even the alchemy boys, fire-making boys, etc. are all elite-level NPCs.

Long Wushuang guessed that with his own strength, even if he had the advantage of seniority, he would not be arrogant in front of the opponent, so he had to be honest.

"The chief uncle of Tianshu Hall will not arrive, and the main palace will not open, so the discussion will not start!"

These two Taoist boys have a firm attitude, no room for turning around, and their tone is different. Although they are both master uncles, they obviously respect Yi Jian Ku Rong more, and they are more like dealing with Long Wushuang.

Long Wushuang was turned away and had to come back in shame.

"Hehe, some people just overestimate their abilities. The chief disciple hasn't arrived. I don't know what to be anxious about."

Manzhu Lu'er ignored Long Wushuang's angry eyes that were about to spit out fire, and said to herself, the chuckling like a wind chime was like a sarcastic knife inserted on Long Wushuang's back.

Yu Shuangxue and his neutral inner disciples all realized something and their eyes were circulating. Judging from the NPC's attitude, Yijian Kurong's status in the sect seems to be higher than they imagined. Is this attitude toward him worth discussing and needs to be made?

Anyway, it was clear that when the sword Kurong would come and go to the main hall to discuss matters, and if he didn't come, he would simply not hold the matters. Everyone was helpless and found a tree-shaded stone chair to make it.

The chief of Tianshu Hall has such special treatment, and he can delay the discussion time alone. These ordinary disciples of Tianshu Hall do not have that identity. If they leave, if the sword comes back, wouldn’t it be that they will be late?

"This bamboo sword is so heartless, my Qiankun bag is going to be filled!"

Ye Rong always thought that his storage space capacity was large and sufficient to use, but after this trip, he found that it was not enough to use it. Recently, I heard that a Kongtong player got a mustard seed ring of up to 9th grade, with a full 800 grid space.

For such a large and perverted jewelry and equipment with storage space attributes, players on the forum can only exclaim that the storage grids of other people's equipment are more than the sum of several ordinary players.

When he entered the ancient tomb on this trip, Ye Rong had gained a lot, including blackberry thorns, thousands of spider silk sacs, dark poisonous white bone arrows, and these second and third-level flying sword magic weapons. In addition, the spoils obtained from the Baiman disciples were mostly above level four, and there were more than ten pieces in total.

Now he got a large handful of bamboo swords from the mechanics, with a total of six thunder bamboo swords, seventeen thunder bamboo swords, and twenty-two thunder bamboo swords from the fourth level. In this case, he couldn't help but envy the 800 mustard-seed rings of Kongtong players.

"If this continues, I will be able to open a bamboo sword store soon!"

Hundreds of institutional people could not resist the violent advancement of six people, especially Ye Rong, who killed nearly one-third of the institutional people.

"What a sixth-level mechanical man, the Waste God Giant! There are only twenty heads missing!"

The Blood Poppy was very excited. These giants of the mechanism were his biggest goal in this trip, and he was successful only after he got it.

These twenty giants of the Waste God were damaged to a certain extent and could not move at all. He just reached out and stroked his hand and easily put them in the Qiankun bag, as well as a bunch of drawings on the stone platform next to him. He also did not spare any blood-colored poppy and collected them all.

Taking advantage of this time, the other five people were observing the entire third floor of the ancient tomb. Could it be that the last third floor is that there are only these mechanisms and the drawings of mechanisms, and there are no other treasures hidden?

"It's really gone. The bamboo swords just now are probably all the treasures in the third floor."

Feng Qingyundan had the fastest speed, flew the entire three floors around, and came back and fell down and said.

Although the other people did not gain as amazing as Ye Rong in a battle with the organs, each of them got a lot of bamboo swords.

Although the attributes are poor, it is not only a loss of price or a good match for using it. Even if it is used to pass the letter with flying swords, it is considered too slow, but at least the level is placed there and it is also a good idea to use it to give it to others.

Moreover, when encountering some special occasions where flying swords are consumed, these useless flying swords that don’t feel sorry for giving up can be useful.

"Damn, what a broken ancient tomb? I thought there must be a level 80 elite monster or a level 60 rare monster on the third floor. Who knows that there are just a group of stupid and stupid mechanics!"

Fang Ge's hands and feet were slower, and the large-scale machine guy who could drop the fifth-level bamboo sword was not captured. He was basically wrapped up by Ye Rong and the long-legged royal sister. Only Feng Qingyundan, who had the fastest speed, finally killed one.

"I've all fallen down before I can do my best!"

"Brother Yijian, I heard that you are the chief disciple of Qingcheng. I recently took on a sect mission and wanted to go to the waters of Dujiangyan. I wonder if it would be convenient. Just kill some aquarium monsters and collect some things, which will never affect the interests of Qingcheng disciples."

Feng Qingyuntan ignored Fang Ge's lust and wanted to return the water-breathing beads to Ye Rong, and made a request by the way.

It was just a small water-repelling bead, so Ye Rong could not come back, so he just gave it to the other party. As for the matter he proposed about the Dujiangyan waters, as long as he said hello in advance, it would not be impossible.

In fact, with the current strength of Qingcheng, it is far from being able to turn the waters of Dujiangyan into its own back garden and prevent players from entering it. What's more, Ye Rong, the chief disciple, has only a few people under him, and it is not far from controlling the entire strength of Qingcheng.

With Feng Qingyun Dan's strength, you can enter freely. Saying hello is to give yourself face.

"Of course, you can just send a letter to me when the time comes. If you have any unclear things, I can also find someone to help you lead the way."

Feng Qingyundan also showed joy on his face and added a friend to Ye Rong. At his speed, he could go to other places unless he went to the gang base of the Shushan Sword Alliance. To obtain Ye Rong's consent, he also intended to bring close relationships with him and be optimistic about the prospects of this chief disciple of Qingcheng. After all, this trip to the ancient tomb also saw his strength, which was indeed convincing.

Ye Rong was about to speak, but he found that he had received another request from a friend. When he looked down, he actually came from a long-legged lady. He quickly clicked to agree.

"If you have time, you can come to Taihu Lake for a trip. I will definitely do my best to the landlord."

The butterfly lightly tapped its head, and its figure turned into tiny bits of smoke and slowly dissipated.

"Poppy, you're done here, I'll take a step first."

The Bloody Poppy had just finished packing up the drawings of the machine, and when she came over, she happened to see the scene of the butterfly leaving, which was a little regretful. However, it was rare for someone to condescend to help him with the ancient tomb, and he would not have any more requests.

"Since there is nothing good, let's go back to Kunlun first. As agreed, the two brothers are still waiting for us. I will give you the promised reward and go to Chang'an to find a restaurant for a few drinks, and then celebrate the celebration."

"Poppy, if there is an urgent matter in my sect, I have to leave first. Just wait for me to contact you to pay for the remuneration. I can't drink with you anymore, sorry."

Ye Rong looked at the time and it was almost half an hour longer than Shen Shi. If he didn't have the main hall of the sect, the discussion was about to end.

"This... you can't do anything about urgent matters, you can only get together next time."

Ye Rong left one by one, nodded to Feng Qingyundan, and then signaled that he would send a letter to contact him. He tore open the Green Leaf Bamboo Talisman and a blue light flashed, which teleported him back to the sect.

"Run! Run! Blessing is the short man Zhu Mei, so he can catch his braid!"

There was no need to control the sword in the sect, so Ye Rong could only run wildly with his legs, and he didn't care about the surprising gazes cast by the players beside him.

The chief of Tianshu Hall and the number one master in Qingcheng, the sword of the sword, are usually very calm and calm. What's going on today? Is there something big in Qingcheng?
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