The alchemists started to eat, but the words of sarcasque and mockery were extremely noisy.

Ruan Xisha sat on the edge of the cafeteria, but the sounds surrounded her, like sharp swords constantly interspersing on his body.

Ruan Weisha quietly grabbed the food with her hands and chewed and swallowed silently.

For Ruan Weisha, this meal seemed to have been eaten for a long time, but in fact it only took a few minutes.

After eating the food on the table, Ruan Weisha felt that her stomach was full, so she stood up and walked to the edge of the kitchen, washed her hands, wiped her mouth, and rinsed her mouth before she walked out of the cafeteria.

Ruan Xisha's every move was watched by all the alchemists. It was not until Ruan Xisha walked out of the cafeteria that these eyes were taken back.

"Senior Brother Du, you are too spoiled to her. If you ask me to tell me, we can drive him away. I can't even eat such a traitor." A elixir said with an unhappy look on his face.

Turin scratched his head and said in embarrassment: "It's not convenient for me to do it, and you won't take action. She is just a foundation-building monk now. As I am, I can still pinch his neck and throw him out? But you are all waiting to watch the fun. You have to take action when it's time to take action!"

Turin looked at the guys eating around him and was so angry that he learned the lesson.

When the alchemists heard this, they buried their heads in their meals.

They are alchemists, and they are not good-looking when they try to teach a foundation-building monk. Unless this foundation-building monk provokes them, they have a reason to teach a lesson. It is unreasonable to beat a Kunlun Sect disciple for no reason.

Duling humiliated Ruan Weisha and hoped that Ruan Weisha would lose his mind in anger and would act disrespectful to him. Even if he was just disrespectful to his words, Duling had excuses to teach Ruan Weisha a lesson, and at the worst he could throw Ruan Weisha out of the training ground.

It’s a pity that Ruan Xisha looks submissive, and Ruan Xisha is a woman, so Turin is really hard to deal with.

Turin thought for a while and pointed at a Danshen next to him who was eating Haisai.

"You go and see, what did that girl do?"

Danshi, who was having a meal, reluctantly wiped his mouth, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and walked out.

I rushed back quickly after a while: "Senior brother, that little girl ran to the practice room to watch various classics."

Turin frowned when he heard this, put down his chopsticks and walked out.

In Turin's opinion, Ruan Xisha is quite suspicious. Did he betray Shuangtong Gate and still be between the two? What if he was a spy from Shuangtong Gate, wouldn't he look at all the secrets of the Kunlun Sect's martial arts?

The food can be eaten by Ruan Huashi. This is morality. Everyone is nominally a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, so he can't help but eat it for Ruan Huashi.

But the magical powers of martial arts are indeed absolutely not allowed to be directed by Ruan Xisha.

When Turin walked out, the other elixirs also put down their bowls and chopsticks and followed them out.

Ruan Xisha was in the practice room, watching various magical powers and magics one by one.

The most superficial skills are placed here, and there are no real deep magical powers. But for Ruan Huasha now, what she needs most are the furs that lay the foundation. After all, Ruan Huashasha's magical powers have all been destroyed at this time, and she will no longer practice the magical powers of the double-eye gate.

Ruan Xisha searched one by one, looking for the most suitable magical powers for her to practice. When she flipped over to the Dragon Palm on one side, her eyes lit up. This kind of magical power is most suitable for her.

Ruan Xisha was about to open the magical powers of the Dragon Palm, and at this time the voice of Turin sounded from the side.

"Ruan Huashi, put down the classics in your hands!"

The voice of Turin is indescribably serious and solemn, and it sounds like a precipitated smell.

Ruan Xisha did not let go. Ruan Xisha seemed to not take Turin's orders at all and turned the pages of the book of Youlong Palm.

However, Ruan Xisha had not finished reading the text on page 1, but only looked at the picture of the villain above, which is the starting move of the Dragon Palm. The classics in his hand were suddenly taken away by Turin.

With Turin's cultivation level, he would be able to take away anything Ruan Huasha's things, even Ruan Huasha's head was no exception.

Ruan Xisha couldn't help but frowned slightly: "I am a disciple of the Kunlun Sect. There is no reason why you don't allow me to read the classics of the Kunlun Sect. What's more, the ones here are all the lowest-level magical powers and do not involve the true magical powers of the Kunlun Sect."

Tuling gently wiped the scriptures of the Dragon Palm in his hand. It seemed that this scripture had been stained by Ruan Huashi. He said coldly: "Ruan Huashi, you can have a meal here, but there is one thing I want to explain to you. You can't read a word about the scriptures here and the martial arts here. Although the sect has accepted you as a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, I doubt whether you are an undercover spy from the Shuangtong Sect."

For Ruan Huasha, eating is not important. Even if she doesn't eat in the cafeteria, she can still find some wild game in the mountains to fill her stomach, but she really has to read the exercises.

And Ruan has no time to delay washing the yarn.

Ruan Xisha did not ask for the scriptures of the Dragon Palm, but continued to watch it on the bookshelf and searched for his own targets one by one.

When he pulled out a classic again, a strong wind slapped heavily on her left shoulder. Ruan Xisha was like a broken kite, directly slapped out of the training room, passing through the training ground, flying for dozens of meters, and finally fell heavily on the ground at the entrance of the training ground, rolling for more than ten meters before stopping.

At this time, Ruan Huasha looked embarrassed and covered in dirt. The clothes that had just been cleaned last night were broken several times, and they were even more dirty. The meticulous hair Ruan Huasha had combed in the morning also dispersed at this time, with her disheveled hair and a shoe flying there. She was barefoot, and it seemed that there was no more embarrassing presence in the world than Ruan Huasha at this time.

Turin floated out and landed in front of Ruan Xisha. He looked down at Ruan Xisha and said coldly: "I really thought I wouldn't attack women? I really thought I wouldn't attack the foundation-building monk? I can tolerate you when you eat and drink, but you defiled the foundation-laying technique of my Kunlun School, but I can't spare you. Now you get out of here. You can come when you eat, and it's best to disappear immediately after you finish your meal!"

A trace of blood spilled out of Ruan Xisha's mouth, looking at the man with a cold and cold face through his messy hair.

Then Ruan Weisha tied her hair hanging in front of her with her hands behind her head. Her half of her arm could hardly move at this time, so this movement was extremely difficult.

But Ruan Xiusha's face did not see any painful expression.

After tidying up his hair, Ruan Huasha stood up calmly, patted the dust on her body, continued to walk into the training ground, and headed straight to the training room.

Turin stood at the entrance of the practice hall and turned his head to look at Ruan Xisha.

When Ruan Xisha came to the training ground again and was about to pull out the book he wanted to take out from the bookshelf, a palm was printed on her shoulder again, and this palm was heavier than the previous one.

Ruan Huashi flew out of the practice like a ragged cloth, but she still fell at the door of the practice field and fell into a mess.

Previously, a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of Ruan Xisha's mouth. This time, Ruan Xisha had spewed out a large mouthful of blood before she got up. Ruan Xisha's clothes broke several holes this time, revealing the small clothes inside. Some of them were scratched, revealing their white and tender skin.

Ruan Huaisha's same arm was hit twice, and this arm was hanging weakly at this time.

Ruan Weisha could only use one hand to hold her hair back behind her head. Ruan Weisha's movements were orderly and calm, as if the slap in Turin did not hit her.

After packing up her hair, Ruan Huasha wiped the corner of her mouth, stood up with difficulty, and walked towards the practice room again. This time, Ruan Huasha staggered and swayed when she walked. Her body was already relatively thin, and she looked weak at this time.

Turin's eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous aura swelled up on his body.

"Ruan Huasha, don't be ungrateful. If you touch my Kunlun Sect again, my palm will definitely make you rotten. I advise you to leave quickly, so as not to become a real waste who can't even eat."

Ruan Xisha was indifferent to the threats of Turin. She had nothing to do with fear. For a person who had lost everything, no matter how big the changes in the world were, it was nothing great. If she could not read the classics and learn the supernatural powers, she would definitely die in 9 days.

So, no matter what, she has to find her own magical power today. If someone stops her, she will die.

Ruan Xisha walked into the practice room again and reached out to grab the exercises.

Turin appeared beside Ruan Xisha like a ghost: "I will give you one last chance to warn you not to touch my Kunlun Sect's martial arts. When your fingertips touch this book, your arm will disappear forever. If you plan to touch it, your other arm will disappear."

Turin's words were not to scare Ruan Xisha. He had made up his mind that as long as Ruan Xisha touched the skills of the double pupils, he promised to do what he said.

Ruan Xisha was completely indifferent to the threat from Turin, and his hand stretched out without stopping at all and touched the book.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and just as he was about to take action, a voice came from the elixirs.

"Senior Brother Du, Ruan Xisha is my apprentice. Give me a face. Ask her to learn any skills she likes to learn!"

Turin frowned and turned his head to look at the sound.

Ruan Xiusha's expression also changed slightly, and she turned her head and looked at the group of alchemists.

I saw a man wearing purple dragon robe and handsome, smiling out of the crowd.

Who would this person be if he was not Tang Letian?
Chapter completed!