Contradictions and festivals will appear in any circle, and the circle of practitioners is no exception.

After the meal, we helped Master Yunqing back to the hotel.

Yunxiagu and Qiu Xi stayed in the hotel to rest.

When they got downstairs, the uncle still picked his teeth as if nothing was wrong:

"Return to the Qingcheng faction's senior brother, I'm so drunk that I fell down.

Xiao Qin, Xiao Mo, go back to the shop and drink two kilograms with me!"

Lao Mo shook his head, with a passionate look on his face:

"If I can't get Master, I have to practice.

I want to be there on the day of the alliance meeting.

Killing everyone in the ring has made me the strongest among the younger generation.

Make our sect famous."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the head by his uncle:

"Prestigious, low-key and low-key.

Each faction has a profound foundation.

This generation of disciples has many talented people.

So, don’t think about being in the limelight.”

Being scolded by my uncle like this.

Lao Mo felt aggrieved and remained silent.

I don't have much interest in drinking either.

I found an excuse and went back to the shop.
Chapter completed!