"Shopkeeper! I see you are very interested in that kid!"

The Demon Ancestor stood in the backyard and asked curiously: "Are you not planning to accept him as your disciple?"

Chen Tian seemed not to hear his words, looked up at the horizon, where thunder and lightning flashed, and a rumbling sound was heard.

If there are dark clouds, it can be regarded as a heavy rain.

Chacha, there is a clear sky in front of you!

There was no rainstorm coming!

Chen Tian frowned slightly and muttered: "Why are the monks fighting more and more frequently these two days? It seems that they are all powerful people with great strength, and there are strange noises in the world."

As a secular man, Chen Tian couldn't help but worry about his own situation.

Immediately, he realized that even if he thought about it, it would be useless.

Qingzhou is so big, can he move away?

Just move away, there will be no monks fighting anywhere else.

Let it be natural!

Chen Tian withdrew his gaze, put down his worries, turned to Demon Zu Junkai and asked, "What did you just say?"

“……”

The Demon Zu Junkai was stunned for a moment and glared at the horizon fiercely.

His dark eyes seemed to penetrate thousands of miles away, looking directly at the melee Mu Laosan and others.

Who is watching me?

During the battle, Mu Laosan looked back in shock and felt a little chilling on his back.

Fortunately, this vision disappeared quickly and he was involved in the battle again.

Not only him, Yuming, Qihun and Zhang Ba, all felt this bad gaze and were stunned for a moment.

After glaring at the demon Zu Junkai, he turned around and said, "I just asked the shopkeeper why he didn't accept that boy as his disciple. His talent should be good!"

“The talent is really good.”

Chen Tian sincerely praised, then shook his head and said, "But, I don't care about talent when accepting disciples!"

He never intended to accept disciples.

Even though Zong Mengqiu and Jian Chi were still misunderstood by chance.

What's more, Zhao Tai is still a monk!

Moreover, Chen Tian looked like they were fleeing.

He could have said that he wanted to avoid some enemy, so he came to ask Yuanzhen to hide.

Otherwise, why do you choose to rent a house for secular people?

Be able to keep them!

It's all considered that he's brave enough!

Still accepting apprentices?

I don't have that much ability!

That's right!

The Demon Zu Junkai nodded in approval.

If the seniors take in disciples, they shouldn't have stayed.

I think I want to observe Zhao Tai's character.

Moreover, behind Zhao Tai is the Holy Land of the Soul.

If this is taken away, will it be considered a holy land or a senior when growing up?

Although the ideas of Demon Zu Junkai and Shen Tian are different, the results are not much different.

"You haven't gone to the store to watch, why are you following me?"

At this time, Chen Tian turned around in confusion and said in confusion: "Are you lazy?"

"No! No!"

The Demon Zu Junkai hurriedly walked towards the store and said, "Don't I have a problem with this and want to ask the shopkeeper!"

It sounds very nice.

Chen Tian also felt it was helpful and smiled and waved his hand, "I have solved all the questions for you, hurry up and go to the store!"

"Okay!"

The Demon Zu Junkai turned around and left with a smile.

Before he could take a few steps, Chen Tian reminded: "By the way! Don't go to the next door if you're fine."

He knew that the Demon Zu Junkai occasionally went back to chat with Zhao Qing next door.

But now it is not Zhao Qing, but two monks living inside.

If there is a small problem or a small conflict.

The Demon Zu Junkai is not good-looking inside after death.

"Okay! I'll listen to the shopkeeper."

The Demon Zu Junkai quickly responded and grinned embarrassedly.

Senior, I know that Jian Chi’s injury was caused by me.

I deliberately warned me not to cause trouble for Zhao Tai and the others.

However, I don't plan to find them.

The senior’s worries are unnecessary!

Mo Zu Junkai walked into the shop to look after the door with a relaxed step.

Chen Tian looked at his back and sighed helplessly.

This kid!

If I told him that the monk lived next door.

I'm afraid that my soul will be scared out!

If I knew that except me, the rest of the shop were monks.

I don’t know if he will follow Zong Mengqiu and Jian Chi every day to play two moves.

Alas!

Fucked!

Chen Tian turned around with his hands behind his back, leaving the back of Zong Mengqiu and others.

......Qingzhou border!

The space collapsed, and the terrifying power exploded here.

The disciples brought by Mu Lao San and the ancestor Yuming were divided into several large formations, with a magnificent momentum.

The four or five people in the leaders flashed colorful lights in their hands, and terrifying forces slammed on the surrounding tower ship.

The formation on the surface of the building ship was trembling.

"The God-Destroying Cannon is opened!"

"The formation spirit stone cannot be broken!"

"Senior Brother! I'll go to the God-Destroying Cannon to watch, you'll control the tower ship."

The disciples of the Holy Land of the Soul on the Tower were busy with anxiety.

Countless spirit stones were consumed under the bombardment of disciples brought by Mu Lao San and Yu Ming.

However, they are not without means of counterattack.

On the left and right sides of the building, several muzzles with faint light stretched out.

Behind the God-Destroying Cannon, two monks stood each. They pressed one hand on the cannon, and the true energy in their bodies was instilled in the God-Destroying Cannon.

This power is constantly compressed, compressed, and then compressed in the God-Destroying Cannon.

It seems that it is to compress all the true energy power to a point.

Boom... The dazzling white light exploded from the mouth of the gun.

The terrifying power was stimulating from the God-Destroying Cannon and shot out.

It was hit on Mu Laosan and Yuming's disciples and others who were tying the formation.

Even though they had the power to form a formation, they were still trembling by the bombardment, and the faces of the low-powered cultivators were all pale.
To be continued...