As the man shouted, the others grabbed two handfuls of eggs and threw them in an orderly manner. The eggs quickly formed a curved and rushing shape like waves. It seemed that when they pounced down in front, the eggs behind suddenly accelerated and flew up after missing the gap. Some splashes in between were thrown away, showing straight or curved trajectories and rapidly attacking.

Bu Jingxian jumped away from the ground, and sure enough, several rows of eggs suddenly flew out from the bottom of the wave shape, like a sudden burst of waves, shot faster than the sporadic eggs like flying splashes. However, they flew out of the cliff from Bu Jingxian's feet, and the sporadic eggs only arrived at this time, with different trajectories, but they calculated the enemy's dodging directions.

Seeing the two straight-flying Bu Jingxian's faces, others fell out of thin air and easily avoided them.

At this time, the wave-shaped wave-shaped made of eggs suddenly fell to a high place and several splashed eggs flew out from the middle of the wave. Bu Jingxian, who was not on the ground, moved upwards and avoided these eggs. When the falling wave-shaped wave-shaped wave-shaped, his swirling body accelerated to fall into the wave-shaped wave-shaped.

The falling waves passed behind him and all fell to the ground.

A group of disciples of the Beiling Sect became more and more interesting to throw, using all the combined shooting techniques they had just learned during the day.

This scene was clearly seen by Ling Luo on the roof inside the wall in the distance. His magic technique could have seen a scene farther away than ordinary people, and several other disciples who had practiced more than four levels of the magic technique also saw it.

One of them was surprised and said, "Second Brother Third, can you rely on the Xu Yufeng Lightning Technique?"

Someone shook his head and denied, "It's not about relying on the void to control the wind. It's like using the superficial internal strength to imitate the method of relying on the imaginary internal strength to generate power, so it's similar. However, the third senior brother has a superficial internal strength, how can he generate such amazing driving force from his meridians?"

Ling Luo shook his head and said he didn't know and had nothing to say.

A delicate junior sister guessed that Ling Luo was concerned and said, "If the eldest brother can't see it, the junior sister is willing to drink the mischief that stops them!"

"Concentrate on practicing."

The girl was still worried when she heard this. She didn't sympathize with Bu Jingxian's experience, nor did she have no compassion, but she had been used to it for a long time. At this moment, she just wanted to help share the burden because she was worried that Ling Luo would be sad. So she refused to give up and said, "I'll go now!"

Ling Luo hurriedly stopped her and warned in a stern tone, "Is the third junior brother very human? Such a trivial matter not worth mentioning. If he really thought he could not bear the humiliation, he had already left or listened to me, but he never mentioned it. The third junior brother has great ambitions and would not be defeated by such a small humiliation. Standing up like this seems to help him, but in fact it is to hurt him. Especially since I and him are confidants, they are equal, and they cannot make decisions to avoid hurting his heart!" Ling Luo said that, then slowly closed his eyes and said softly, "Practice the qigong."

Several disciples of the Divine Arts Sect dared not say anything more, and they all focused on their minds and focused on their practice.

When all the eggs and bones in the basket of the disciples on the cliff were thrown away, they all felt more or less tired. Someone also calculated the number and shouted, "Today I won one hundred and thirty-six! The loser will be a slave and a servant tonight!"

Bu Jingxian is familiar with these people. This group of people always use the number of hits as a bet. The winners in the number range of buyers were initially gambling, but later they might be too boring. Those who lose gambling had to be slaves and servants at night, wash their feet and even sleep, etc., and they all need to be respected. They are extremely unfamiliar, and girls who look like flowers or look like ladies don’t know how much messy things have been done these days.

Bu Jingxian sometimes couldn't help but sigh that these people were spoiled since childhood, and their skin and tender flesh were by no means comparable to ordinary people, so they all looked clean and glamorous. The absurd things they did were very dirty and filthy.

When those people left, he also went to the spring on the mountain. First, he exerted force to shake off the soil covered with his clothes, and the white and yellow egg whites flew away with the mud layer. Then he followed the strict orders of the old man Beiling and rolled in the wet mud beside the spring for several times. When he became a clay man, he walked back to the edge of the cliff.

Originally, Bu Jingxian was on Beiling Mountain, and many of the powerful and powerful children were beautiful. He should have had a first love affair. It was because of this group of people that he had not realized it and found that they were very dirty. How could he be unconsciously moved by beauty?

There seems to be no secular etiquette in this place. It is originally a very despicable thing to do when you are unmarried, but here, even the disciples of the Divine Arts behind Ling Luo have already experienced human affairs.

The years in the mountains are boring, and I have already felt tired of watching the same scenery every day. In the past, Bu Jingxian always focused on practicing martial arts, but since he got engaged to Zheng Linran, he always kept thinking about it from time to time, hoping to meet again next time.

Bu Jingxian suddenly felt that he should prepare gifts for his fiancée when he met next time. But he had no money and had no worries about food and accommodation here. But the old man Beiling would not give money to his disciples. Occasionally, there would be things that require his disciples to go down the mountain, mostly running errands. Those things would be cumbersome, and they would give them enough, as long as they were not extravagant, they would save money. After they came back, the old man Beiling would give some hard work.

But these kinds of errands are often taken away by disciples on the mountainside. The disciples on the top of the mountain are disdainful. Only the disciples on the mountainside will have lost their family fortune or have been exhausted when they come to learn skills. They need to make these things, which is actually quite a small amount of money.

Bu Jingxian was not sure whether his master would agree to him to do it. But he still bit the bullet and asked to see the old man Beiling.

He knelt outside the door of the old man Beiling residence, and asked him to go in.

The old man Beiling still didn't look at him at all. He had no disgust or impatience in his expression, nor did he smile kindly. He was cold and quiet.

He listened to Bu Jingxian's explanation of his purpose and looked up at him. "Why do you make money?"

"Report to Master, my disciple has never been able to respect one or two years after entering the mountain..."

"For love?"

Bu Jingxian regretted not saying such beautiful words. As expected, he could not hide them from his master. Instead, he hated them from the bottom of his heart. He nodded softly and said, "Yes."

The old man Beiling hummed coldly and full of mockery.

"What kind of person is Zheng Linran? What can you give me? What do you think you can buy will win her favor? You have nothing, let alone expect to buy any gifts that make her happy with the rewards of your teacher. There is no need to mention this matter, and there is no need to think about it. Focus on practicing your soul technique. If you don't have anything else, just go on."

“Master…”

"Go down!"

Bu Jingxian left speechlessly, and felt depressed and uncomfortable after leaving the door. Although he had expected that he might be rejected, he still felt heartache for some reason. After such annoyance, he secretly reflected on himself, thinking that although the master said that he refused, it was not unreasonable. What is Bu Jingxian? There is nothing. Zheng Linran and others are used to seeing treasures, and he can't even afford to buy expensive things.

However, when the master said that he had no skills to practice. He could swell and pain in the meridians he had practiced in the soul for more than an hour every day and could not practice them anymore. If he had learned the magic skills or the Wang skills, he would not have such inferiority complex at this moment, and he would have been confident in the future. He would not feel that he was always worthy of Zheng Linran and tried to find ways to grasp the relationship as a support.
Chapter completed!