Chapter 317
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Zhen Xiaoxiao was fuming with anger as he held the Elder's Token, which no longer emitted any sound.
He had finally reached the position of an Elder and lived a carefree and comfortable life. Why did he have to fight for the first place in the Elixir Beast Competition?
Why did he have to go to the Spiritual Gate and the East Hall to be a disciple?
He already had the strongest inheritance in Dongling, but he still occupied the peak of the Flying Dragon Temple and acted like a tyrant … Bah! He could take care of his adorable Martial Nephews while practicing the Demonic Blade Inheritance. Wouldn't he be free and happy?
He thought of Young Master Lian's serious face when he appeared at the foot of the Tiger Subduing Hall.
He thought of the scene where he would be caught and sent to the War God Temple to practice day and night if he exposed the Demonic Blade Inheritance …
Zhen Xiaoxiao shook his head desperately.
Practicing was necessary, but it was not a good feeling to be forced to practice.
"Token? I accidentally lost the token! "
"Message? I didn't hear the message at all! "
With a hideous smile, Zhen Xiaoxiao wrapped the Elder's Token with five layers of handkerchief and stuffed it into the deepest part of the Wind Snow Traversing Bag.
What a wave …
Let's go to Huanhuan's house!
Zhen Xiaoxiao rushed out of the woods and saw the familiar courtyard.
No one had taken care of it for a long time, so the courtyard was even more dilapidated. Half of the walls had collapsed, and the weeds in the courtyard were half a meter tall.
But there was a figure sitting at the entrance of the courtyard in this deserted place!
A skinny teenager was sitting silently on the doorstep.
His coarse shirt and grey linen trousers were covered by mud and some suspicious stains, making it impossible to tell their original colors.
There was a sandstone in front of him, and he was sharpening it with a small dagger in his hand.
He was sharpening the dagger very slowly, so the ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing against the coarse stone was a little dull. It sounded in the empty forest, making people feel slightly uncomfortable.
Moreover, he didn't know how long he continued this action, but the dagger was only left with a thin layer, and the hands holding the knife were full of blood scabs due to excessive force. Blood gushed out, covering the old wounds, but he was completely unaware.
The youth's eyes were empty, or rather, all his life and passion were invested in the saber. It was as if as long as he could polish it to the level he wanted, he could cut through all enemies in front of him.
"Hello, this is my courtyard."
Although there was an unfamiliar and hostile person in front of him, since he was already here, there was no reason for Zhen Xiaoxiao not to enter.
Due to the presence of the Sharpening Man, the door was blocked.
Hearing the voice, the skinny young man suddenly raised his head and subconsciously uttered the word "Zi …". However, when his gaze fell on Zhen Xiaoxiao's face, it suddenly spat out a fanatical light!
"Zhen Xiaoxiao! You're finally back! "
"True heroine! True Fairy! You have to avenge me ah ah ah! "
Throwing away the dagger in his hand, the man's eyes instantly burst into tears. He was so excited that his whole body was trembling. With lightning speed, he knelt on the ground and grabbed a corner of Zhen Xiaoxiao's skirt. As if he had grabbed onto a life-saving straw in a desperate situation, he began to wail loudly.
He knows my name!
An acquaintance?
Zhen Xiaoxiao looked down in surprise, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't remember this man with small eyes, a flat nose, and sunken cheeks.
"Brother, may I know your name?" Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyebrows were tightly knitted together in bewilderment.
"Me? My name is Tang Qi! "Pointing at his own nose, the little dry firewood sobbed.
F * ck!
Tang Qi's mountain of flesh?
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