Janan excitedly recounted the information he knew, but Bu Zhaowu was not in such a relaxed mood.
He actually started to feel a little scared.
It's not that he is timid or afraid of his former sect. After all, even if those people really come from that country that has been sealed for a long time, they have nothing to fear now. They are nothing more than a tiger with its teeth pulled out and a pheasant without any feathers.
This is no longer the past. Shenzong has also become a thing of the past, and the one who stands in this world now is their Beiluo Shenzong.
What he was afraid of was fear, and he actually walked here without anyone noticing, and in the end not many people noticed that something was wrong.
If there were no people from the Guangling South Sect to report now, would they wait until they left the secret realm and left completely? They might not even know that they had once shared the same space with the people in the wasteland, let alone that the mysterious realm of killing was actually the same as the forbidden land on the other side. .
He didn't realize that he had completely believed it, and he didn't even need to confirm it one by one. This was a feeling that he had already instinctively recognized in his heart even when he first heard it, and he even had a vague feeling that "it is indeed so."
A question kept rolling in his mind, how did the people from these forbidden areas get here? How did they pass through several layers of seals and prisons to meet the monks from Middle Earth?
Could it be that the sealing formation in the forbidden area has been loosened? What's going on in this secret realm? What does the sudden appearance of "Jixia Immortal Palace" have to do with the changes during this period... Many questions spewed out, filling his mind.
Bu Zhaowu was not a very smart person. On the contrary, he has well-developed limbs and a rough personality. Although he is somewhat quick-witted, it is really difficult for him to deal with this level of brainstorming.
Not to mention distinguishing the thoughts that came up one by one, without waiting for him to sort out his thoughts and process them one by one, they withered like a flash of night-blooming cereus, and disappeared in an instant, and then disappeared little by little.
Oh, what a headache. This is not something he is good at. Really, isn't he the one who led the team here to go through the formalities and pass the qualifications? My biggest wish is just to lie down and pick up leaks... Why do I need to think so profoundly? He simply doesn’t have enough brains!
At this time, Bu Zhaowu hated his brain capacity so much that he couldn't reach it at all, and he had never envied his brothers and sisters who were totally capable of scheming... A good brain is a good thing. At least you can take the initiative when making trouble.
Pity--
After Janan finished speaking, he held his breath and waited for the other party's response. However, the other party's reaction was somewhat beyond his expectation. He was silent for a long time, seeming to have been pondering.
Could it be that after saying so much and wasting so much saliva, this person still didn't listen? Just thinking about this possibility made Janan feel unable to breathe.
Did you listen? Please give me a reaction! Janan couldn't help shouting in her heart, but she didn't dare to show the slightest disrespect or restlessness on her face.
Although the people of Beiluo Shenzong have behaved relatively "friendly" up to now, it only looks like that. Although he is young, he has often encountered a large number of such disciples in these years of training. Each one is more arrogant than the other, and each one is more difficult to deal with. They may fall out at any time.
Therefore, one must not let the other party detect any trace of dissatisfaction in his heart. Otherwise, let alone thinking about building a relationship, it would be light-weight if you don't just get rid of it as trash.
Time passed bit by bit, but Janan, who was obviously in a suitable climate and well-dressed, was sweating all over, and his hair and the back of his neck were almost wet with cold sweat.
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He actually started to feel a little scared.
It's not that he is timid or afraid of his former sect. After all, even if those people really come from that country that has been sealed for a long time, they have nothing to fear now. They are nothing more than a tiger with its teeth pulled out and a pheasant without any feathers.
This is no longer the past. Shenzong has also become a thing of the past, and the one who stands in this world now is their Beiluo Shenzong.
What he was afraid of was fear, and he actually walked here without anyone noticing, and in the end not many people noticed that something was wrong.
If there were no people from the Guangling South Sect to report now, would they wait until they left the secret realm and left completely? They might not even know that they had once shared the same space with the people in the wasteland, let alone that the mysterious realm of killing was actually the same as the forbidden land on the other side. .
He didn't realize that he had completely believed it, and he didn't even need to confirm it one by one. This was a feeling that he had already instinctively recognized in his heart even when he first heard it, and he even had a vague feeling that "it is indeed so."
A question kept rolling in his mind, how did the people from these forbidden areas get here? How did they pass through several layers of seals and prisons to meet the monks from Middle Earth?
Could it be that the sealing formation in the forbidden area has been loosened? What's going on in this secret realm? What does the sudden appearance of "Jixia Immortal Palace" have to do with the changes during this period... Many questions spewed out, filling his mind.
Bu Zhaowu was not a very smart person. On the contrary, he has well-developed limbs and a rough personality. Although he is somewhat quick-witted, it is really difficult for him to deal with this level of brainstorming.
Not to mention distinguishing the thoughts that came up one by one, without waiting for him to sort out his thoughts and process them one by one, they withered like the flashing epiphyllum, and disappeared in an instant, and then disappeared little by little.
Oh, what a headache. This is not something he is good at. Really, isn't he the one who led the team here to go through the formalities and pass the qualifications? My biggest wish is just to lie down and pick up leaks... Why do I need to think so profoundly? He simply doesn’t have enough brains!
At this time, Bu Zhaowu hated his brain capacity so much that he couldn't reach it at all, and he had never envied his brothers and sisters who were so good at fighting each other for a moment... A good brain is a good thing. At least you can take the initiative when doing things.
Pity--
After Janan finished speaking, he held his breath and waited for the other party's response. However, the other party's reaction was somewhat beyond his expectation. He was silent for a long time, seeming to have been pondering.
Could it be that after saying so much and wasting so much saliva, this person still didn't listen? Just thinking about this possibility made Janan feel unable to breathe.
Did you listen? Please give me a reaction! Janan couldn't help shouting in her heart, but she didn't dare to show the slightest disrespect or restlessness on her face.
Although the people of Beiluo Shenzong have behaved relatively "friendly" up to now, it only looks like that. Although he is young, he has often encountered a large number of such disciples in these years of training. Each one is more arrogant than the other, and each one is more difficult to deal with. They may fall out at any time.
