An Muxi panicked for a moment and quickly ran to Chu Ming to pick him up and check his injuries repeatedly.
His face was dirty, his eyes were closed, his breath was dissipated, and his original white clothes became tattered, and he looked injured.
How could it be hurt like this!
An Muxi held Chu Ming tightly in her arms distressedly, looking towards the distance with cold eyes filled with murderous intent.
Who beat my Chu Ming like this? !
There, Yu Hongling was holding a figure with the same panic on his face, which made An Muxi's pupils shrink suddenly after recognizing his identity.
Xu declines?
In the outer sect of Tianyan Sect, An Muxi boasted that her strength in the foundation-building realm was enough to stand out among the others, but there were three other monks who were about to establish the foundation, which slightly caught her attention.
And Xu Shuai, who practices mourning, is one of them!
Compared with the practice of various martial arts and magic weapons, although the monks who cultivate emotions are not good at frontal combat, they can be said to be very difficult to deal with in some aspects due to their own crooked ways.
Was Chu Ming injured by him...
An Muxi clenched her right fist tightly, her lips trembled and she was about to say something, but was stopped by Chu Ming's weak voice.
"Senior sister, I grabbed the hydrangea for you... Unfortunately, there's only half of it..."
What else do you care about hydrangeas at this time?
An Muxi took the half hydrangea handed over from Chu Ming, held his trembling right hand tightly and said with concern on her face.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"My legs hurt..."
After hearing this, An Muxi quickly put her hands on Chu Ming's knees, used her spiritual power and consciousness to move around the legs, and found that there were no external injuries.
Could it be an internal injury?
But that’s not right!
From the feedback brought by spiritual power, we learned that Chu Ming's legs were intact and even stronger than normal people due to exercise, with no signs of injury at all!
"Is your leg really hurt?"
When An Muxi looked at him inquiringly, Chu Ming's eyelids trembled, he slowly opened his eyes and said weakly.
"Maybe it's not the leg that hurts... it's the arm that hurts."
"I also checked the arm, it's intact."
"That's my waist, it hurts!"
"..."
After some pulling, the ice-smart An Muxi seemed to understand something, staring at Chu Ming's face and speaking word by word.
"Chu Ming, don't lie to me, I'm not stupid."
"Senior sister, how could I... Oops!"
Before Chu Ming could finish his words, An Muxi threw him on the spot and left Yuelao Hall angrily, carrying half a hydrangea.
When Chu Ming saw this, he felt that the matter of pretending to be ill could not be hidden, so he immediately chased him out, leaving only the steward of Yuelao Hall standing there alone, the breeze stirred up a burst of dust.
…
"Sister, wait for me!"
Chu Ming hurriedly and slowly caught up with An Muxi, held her right hand from behind and said with a smile.
"Don't be angry, senior sister, I just want to tease you to ease the tense atmosphere."
"Then you can't tease me with being hurt!"
An Muxi shook off Chu Ming's right hand and turned around. Her eyes were red and she was about to cry, looking particularly fragile.
"You don't even know how worried I am about you...I thought you...wuwu"
"Feel sorry"
Seeing An Muxi covering her face with her hands and looking so sad, Chu Ming panicked for a moment and quickly held her tightly in his arms and comforted her softly.
"I'm sorry, I won't do this again"
"Mainly, I don't think the competition of 'Hydrangea Ball' should involve you and Yu Hongling fighting each other, so I just wanted to ask you to stop."
"Because she's annoying!"
An Muxi twitched her red nose, buried her face deeply in Chu Ming's arms and whimpered.
"Every time I do something, she always has a hand in it. She is sarcastic and sarcastic every day, and even talks bad about our master!"
"Then she really deserves a beating!"
Chu Ming touched An Muxi's head and chuckled.
"Since there is no winner this time, I will defeat her for you in the inner sect competition in two months' time!"
"impossible"
An Muxi raised her head and said in a deep voice.
"She has broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm. Coupled with the innate high-grade fire spirit roots and the Nether Flame Art, I may not be able to subdue her in a short time."
"Has the Foundation Establishment Realm been reached?"
Chu Ming couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"So, the Taoist couple have both established foundations?"
"Xu Shuai also built a foundation?"
An Muxi left Chu Ming's arms and frowned.
"In this case, the first place in the inner sect competition may have changes..."
"Isn't it said that the top one thousand people can enter the inner sect?"
Seeing Chu Ming's indifferent smile, An Muxi rolled her eyes at him and snorted softly.
"Do you really not understand or do you pretend not to understand? Although it is said that the first thousand people can enter the inner sect, the treatment is different."
"Among them are ordinary disciples and core disciples, and among the core disciples there are direct disciples favored by the elders of Tianyan Sect."
"According to these statuses, the inner sect enjoys different training resources. The higher the ranking, the easier it is to receive the Tianyan Sect's full training!"
"Yeah"
Chu Ming didn't take it seriously. After all, he had a lazy personality and would be satisfied as long as he joined the inner sect.
As for those resources, he didn't think they would be better than his own simulation system at all.
The most important thing is that all resources must be obtained by strength, and for him who has a plug-in, the best way is to hold on and accumulate as much as possible to become an oriole.
Therefore, Chu Ming was not willing to do it in order to show off in the inner sect competition.
However, An Muxi seemed a little eager to try, as if he was determined to compete for first place.
"Let's go to Longqingquan quickly!"
Seemingly inspired by Yu Hongling's surge in strength, An Muxi dragged Chu Ming away and walked away, her desire to break through getting stronger.
In this way, under his guidance, Chu Ming controlled the Dior Spirit Sword and led the two of them to a cave in the mountain behind the main peak. The three characters "Long Qingquan" were engraved on the bluestone at the top of the cave entrance.
The spring is in the mountains?
Chu Ming was confused, so he woke up the Tianyan Sect steward on duty who was sleeping soundly on the table on the right side of the cave entrance and asked.
"Brother, is this Long Qingquan?"
"Ha...yeah"
The steward yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes with a tired face. However, when he saw An Muxi, his whole body trembled and he instantly became energetic.
"Senior Sister Mu Xi?"
"Um?"
Chu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he blocked the steward's sight very vigilantly. He kept tapping the table with the heart-shaped bronze medal in his hand.
"We should be able to get in with this nameplate, right?"
"!?"
Looking at the bronze medal in Chu Ming's hand, the steward picked it up with disbelief and checked it repeatedly. After a while, he blurted out in horror.
"Are you Senior Sister Mu Xi's Taoist companion?"
"yes"
As soon as Chu Ming finished speaking, the steward slumped down on the chair, looking into the distance and mumbling to himself as if he had lost his soul, his pupils dilated.
"Senior Sister Mu Xi has a Taoist partner? Impossible, impossible... She is a flower of the high mountains who is inexperienced in world affairs. How could she have a Taoist partner..."
"Hello? Brother? Are you okay?"
Chu Ming waved his hand in front of the steward, and when he found that he still looked desperate, he couldn't help but observe three seconds of silence.
Senior sister has another fanboy who has lost his dream...
