Every Day the Protagonist Wants to Capture Me Chapter 15: Man-made financial death
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Lingxu is a ruin left over by the ancient monks after the war. It is an independent space relative to the outside world. There are many dangers, and Huang Quan will be killed if he doesn't pay attention, and his soul will be imprisoned. But the Lingxu flowers and grasses are so numerous that the monks loved and hated the Lingxu and were jealous.
Because the spiritual power fluctuations of the Lingxu are not stable, monks above Jindan period are not allowed to enter, so the Fairy Sword Conference once every ten years is actually to select qualified disciples to enter the Lingxu that opens every ten years.
Lingxu is an important place for the protagonist to upgrade, and it must not be missed. In the original book, the protagonist entered as the first place in the Fairy Sword Conference. Chu Yu naturally did not dare to let the protagonist suffer any kind of injury and affect his performance, ranking second.
Speaking of which, at this time of the original book, the main character is the peak of the early foundation, right? Why did you flee to the late foundation period?
Chu Yu is deeply depressed.
Back to the courtyard, the buttocks are still not hot, and a note of a note suddenly flew from the air. With a wave of his sleeves, Xie Yi reached out his hand lazily and intercepted it. The transmission notes burned automatically, and Lu Qing'an's voice came out clearly:
"It's been three years, and Yuer can find someone to accompany him down the mountain. Be careful, don't be reckless."
Chu Yu heard a faint headache and couldn't help sighing.
Ogres emerge near a city west of Jiao Xia, far from the Tianyuan Mountains. There are still two months before the incubation time, so you need to get ahead of time and be prepared.
Thinking about it, another note came. Xie Yan was smiling with all eyes, holding his chin, staring at Chu Yu in a daze, seeing that he had come again, and took it impatiently.
"Please nephew Chu to lead his disciples, quickly reach Pingyuan Peak."
This is about to go?
Chu Yu was surprised, but fortunately, the things to be prepared were usually prepared. When the sword was about to be worn, Xie Yi glanced at: "Let's go."
Except Xie Yun, he was not going to take anyone from Yuanchenfeng. In the original book, Chu Yu took the three and four younger brothers. Only he came back alive and was seriously injured.
After three years together, Chu Yu was still reluctant to send these young gunners to death.
The disciples of Yuan Chenfeng also heard about the demon bug last month. They saw Chu Yu and Xie Xing being ready to go. They gathered together outside the hospital and stared at Chu Yu with faint tears. Chu Yu glanced at them, pursed his lips, and said indifferently, "These days I leave, don't waste practice. If anyone dares to slack off, throw them into the dense forest for three days."
Listening to this seemingly familiar threat, the disciples, who were originally full of sorrow, couldn't help laughing, and they should all be together.
The third and fourth brothers looked at each other, took a step forward, and proceeded carefully, "Master, I and the fourth brother are also in the foundation period, so you and the second brother are both weak and weak." /
"Stay on the peak and teach the students and brothers." Chu Yu cut off his words, glanced at the small cannon fodder, and took a step ahead of Xu Xunsheng.
Xie Ling also followed the sword, Qing Lingling's eyes turned and smiled: "I thought the big brother would promise them."
Chu Yu gave a haha: "Brother is enough for you."
Speaking, Yu Guang swept the sword under Xie Yi's feet at will. The sword was slender and delicate, shimmering like snow when it was urged. At the age of fifteen years, every disciple disciple can enter the sword hill of Tianyuan Gate to find a sabre. Xie Wei entered the sword hill last year, and this is the superior sword. The fairy sword is nameless, and the owner of the sword needs to be named by himself, but Xie Yan smiled for help from Chu Yu.
Chu Yu was frightened, barely controlled his facial expression, and named after the original book—Broken Snow.
Although Broken Snow Sword is not famous now, this sword will become famous with the protagonist killing the Quartet.
The point is ... the original protagonist used this sword to give the original Chu fish a thousand swords.
A cold numbness climbed up the back, Chu Yu swallowed, and didn't dare look at it again.
A lot of disciples have been standing in the square of Pingyuanfeng. They are all the disciples and other elites of the elders in Dongfu. It is said that there are five or six people per peak. Seeing that Chu Yu only took Xie Yuan, even Song Yuanzhuo was a little bit surprised.
However, after all, he is not his close disciple, and Song Yuanzhuo just glanced at Xie Yun and stopped talking. Chu Yu looked for a place to stand, silently gazed at his colleagues who were going to make a copy together.
He stays in Dongfu all the year round, and rarely shows up. Now, he is not familiar.
Just keep your eyes closed and treat yourself as nothing.
But although Chu Yu doesn't know these fellows, they know him. Several disciples not far away stared at Chu Yu for a moment, looked at each other, and slowly walked in front of Chu Yu: "This is Brother Chu?"
Chu Yu opened his eyes and looked at the young men in yellow clothes lightly.
The colors of the costumes of the peaks are different. The yellow ones ... seem to be ... Which peak is coming?
He has been noble and cool for a long time, and it seems natural. Several disciples stared at each other again, only when he was arrogant and did not want to speak, grinning: "We are disciples under the door of Elder Qingye Fengliu, master Because I have n’t gotten sick, I ca n’t find anyone to take the lead. I do n’t know if Brother Chu is willing ... ”
"No." Xie Yan frowned, and said coldly.
I am afraid that disciple Qingye Feng is not ill, but is afraid to come. The elders didn't say anything, I'm afraid these people didn't make much of it, they just pulled out a few and handed them to death.
Chu Yu glanced casually at these people. There is only one initial foundation period, and the rest are all training periods.
Looking like this, I wanted to find shelter, but in addition to protecting herself, Chu Yu had to protect her unscathed. There was still energy to trouble herself.
Thanks for taking a look at Xie Yi, the child really understands the language.
"You!" was flatly rejected, and the disciples headed by Qingye Feng turned pale and white for a while, and said angrily, "Brother Chu has not spoken yet, what are you talking about!"
Chu Yu said flatly: "No."
To survive, to protect the protagonist, and add a few more people, just to die. Although sympathetic to these people, he is not the Holy Father.
Besides, there are other peaks you can rely on besides Far Dust Peak.
"Chuyu, you ..." The disciple gritted his teeth, and said with an angry voice, "You just can't help but care about fellowship?"
Chu Yu stared blankly at him.
"Ok, ok, Chuyu, you are cruel, we remember!"
Tie Qing, a few disciples of Qingye Feng, left with a face and sleeves, his eyes were full of resentment before he left, and he shouted something while walking. Chuyu could hear clearly, what "dogs see people low" and "iron heart" are endless.
Being silent for a long time, Chu Yu touched his chin, and looked at Xie Yi in wonder: "Master, look at me, is there a halo above my head?"
Xie Xun stared gloomily at the back of the people, heard the words subconsciously looked at Chu Yu's head, and shook his head confusedly.
"Why are they so taken for granted ..." Chu Yu shrugged, and he didn't write the words "I am the Holy Father", "You do n’t want to die, you can go to the head to make it clear, you do n’t have to go." . "
Xie Xie thought about it for a moment, and said, "I heard that this time when I went down to kill the monsters, the disciples who came back were able to get a pill and a Chinese fairy."
Oh, man died for money.
Chu Yu nodded and no longer cared.
After waiting for a while, everyone is here. Roughly, there are more than thirty people. Standing on the high platform, Song Yuanzhuo talked about some trivial things, distributed some elixir and Fuyu to the disciples, and waved his hands to signal the crowd to leave.
Chu Yu, who is so rich and wealthy, doesn't care about this elixir at all, and inadvertently collects it. He then rises with the royal sword of the same gate and heads towards the night city of the destination.
Xie Xun was behind Chu Yu not far away, staring silently at Chu Yu's back, after a while, suddenly called: "brother."
Chu Yu turned his head.
"I'm tired." Xie Yi waited for Chu Yu to turn around, closed his sword, jumped behind Chu Yu and stood still, reached out and hugged Chu Yu's waist, and smiled: "Still standing on the sword of Brother The most secure. "
Did you forget the sword accident caused by the speeding that year? Peace of mind? Peace of mind? !!
Chu Yu gave him a sideways glance, only when the child was lazy, rubbing his hair with his backhand, and concentrated on the sword.
More than 20 of the more than 30 disciples are in the foundation period. In order to keep a low profile, Chu Yu also deliberately suppressed the cultivation to the mid-foundation period, maintaining a less prominent upstream level.
After a while, the distance is not far or near. Except occasionally someone whispers a few words, most people are silent. Suddenly, someone said, "Sisters, brothers and sisters, this trip is dangerous, but if we are united, we may not be afraid of that monster."
Chu Yu turned his head and looked at the handsome young man who speaks like Ruo Guanyu. He looks confident and righteous. It was only in the square that he saw Song Yuanzhuo standing next to Song Yuanzhuo. It should be Song Yuanzhuo's close disciple and the boss of Tianyuanmen in the future.
This person is not described very much in the original book, it seems to be a soy cannon fodder. Fortunately, the original owner has a memory. This person is called Song Jingyi. In the original owner's memory, he is a honey-stomached sword, a large-faced, but narrow-minded villain who had an unpleasant dispute with Chuyu when he started together.
However, in the eyes of other disciples, Song Jingyi is a well-deserved leader. As soon as he spoke, someone immediately returned: "What's your opinion about Brother Song?"
Song Jingyi smiled slightly: "There were thirty-two people on this trip, and some elders had few disciples down the door. They were easy to be defeated one by one. We might as well form a team of four or eight to take care of each other. . "
Well ... it's a good idea to ignore something.
Chu Yu thought about it for a moment, and when no one objected, she had to make a discordant voice: "Sorry, Brother Song, I and my younger brother will not participate."