"Master Nine...Master Nine..."

The girl's fucking voice pulled back Han Chujiu's thoughts.

He looked at Mu Yan, and immediately showed a smile on his face that he thought he was "kind and kind" but actually cute and cute: "Good disciple, what's wrong?"

"Master Jiu, have you been to Jiuli Tribe?"

Han Chujiu was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "I have been there, I have been there. However, I have only been there once."

Suddenly, his expression sternly, and he looked at Mu Yan seriously, "Are you planning to go to Jiuli Tribe?"

Mu Yan was about to nod when he heard Han Chujiu suddenly increase his voice, "No, absolutely not! With your current cultivation level, going to the Jiuli Tribe is equivalent to dying!"

Mu Yan was stunned: "What kind of place is Jiuli Tribe? Why is it equivalent to dying after going there? With the third senior brother's attainment in spells, is there no way to do it?"

Han Chujiu snorted coldly and glanced at Chu Moli, "I admit that this kid has some tricks, but the Jiuli tribe is far from as simple as you think. The people inside are not only proficient in spells, but are all very proficient in formations, poisons, medicines, and magical techniques."

"Every leader of the Jiuli tribe must reach the realm of the Immortal Lord to be eligible to participate in the selection. There are usually at least seven candidates at a time. Do you know what this is?

Mu Yan took a breath.

There are only a handful of cultivators on the entire Immortal Cultivation Continent who have reached the realm of Immortal Lord.

And the small Jiuli tribe has at least seven immortal masters.

Where is this Jiuli tribe?

Han Chujiu looked at Chu Moli and said word by word: "Maybe in terms of the attainments in the curse, you can already compete with any person in the Jiuli tribe. But boy, the Jiuli tribe has existed in this world for tens of thousands of years, and has been hiding in the corner of this world, developing silently, not participating in the war between various races, nor has it suffered much loss. This is also destined that the strength and foundation they have accumulated over the past ten thousand years are unimaginable."

"If you think that you can take Mu Yan into and out of the Jiuli Tribe with this little bit of tiny [spell] alone, that would be too whimsical."

Chu Moli lowered his eyes and covered the divine light in his eyes.

Han Chujiu had no response for a long time, so he couldn't help kicking his wheelchair, "Boy, have you heard that? Before your strength has not reached the realm of the Immortal Lord, you are not allowed to take my good disciple to the Jiuli Tribe."

Mu Yan couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

During this period, she had completely seen Master Xiaojiu's protection.

Any mistake is definitely not the fault of the baby disciple, but someone else's fault.

If anyone needs advice and the baby's disciple does not listen, he will threaten the relevant personnel.

In short, no one is wrong, it is not the fault of the baby disciple. No one can blame anyone for criticizing him.

"You said ten thousand years ago."

Chu Moli's voice suddenly rang.

He raised his head and looked at Han Chujiu and said slowly, "Do you know when did the Jiuli tribe start to be established?"

Han Chujiu was stunned: "How could I know this? What are you asking about this?"

Chu Moli lowered his eyes and did not answer.

Han Chujiu waved his hand and said, "Anyway, don't you hear that you are not allowed to go to Jiuli Tribe without permission? Humph, but that Jiuli Tribe is not something you can go as soon as you want."

...

When only Mu Yan and Chu Moli were left in the room.

Chu Moli asked lightly: "What are your plans, junior sister?"
Chapter completed!