The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 1104: Audio from the Temple

Lu Jiuque has a request, and Emperor Shifang will naturally not refuse, but this does not mean that he will not seek welfare for himself.

"It is okay if you want me to practice with you, but I am very strict. You are not allowed to cry then?"

Lu Jiuque was annoyed: "When have I ever cried!" It was as if she had done something like this before.

The emperor Shifang smiled happily, thinning the charming lips and hooking them, giving birth to all kinds of grace.

"That's good, but I have to charge a coaching fee."

He stretched out his slender fingers and tapped her lips lightly, his eyes were deep, and he said quietly: "Just use it to pay, I will do my best to teach you..."

Looking at the evil young boy in front of him, Lu Jiuque's little heart beats fast...

"Puff, puff, puff..."

Wow!

It's really, so exciting!

Big Devil, you old evildoer, see if she accepts you--

"Good!"

"Good!"

……

This Lu Jiuque and Di Shifang started a special training. Since Yin Wuhen on the other side has already spoken, he will not take back the foreword. Although it is only to attract Lu Jiuque’s slippery head, it is hard to fight in the end. The disciples of the Soul Sect, except for the newcomers Mei Ke and Yi Li, were all thrown into the trial tower by Yin Wuhen in this way.

Some only wandered on the first and second floors of the trial tower, and some were allowed to enter the middle level. In the end, all the direct disciples plus Han Chengyu were thrown to the eighth floor by him.

As for whether the poor disciples live or die inside, Yin Wuhen doesn't care.

In this way, time passed a little bit, and gradually arrived the days before the secret realm opened.

On this day, the Soul Fighting Sect suddenly welcomed a guest. This person was not someone else, but Mengtu, the envoy of the North.

As soon as Mengtu sat down, he immediately poured a few sips of water on himself, and then he patted his thighs, while carefully looking at Yin Wuhen with his eyes, while considering: "Sect Master Yin, this time I will go to the secret place. One thing, there may be some changes..."

Yin Wuhen raised his eyebrows lightly and said with a smile: "Oh? Is there any accident? But my disciple of the Soul Fighting Sect really won the first place in the Big Competition. You don't want to exploit us. Enter the Secret Realm, right?"

Although Yin Wuhen's voice is extremely calm, Mengtu has been working as an envoy to the North for so many years, and naturally he understands this partner very well.

Once Yin Wuhen's smile is more gentle, it means that there is more conspiracy in his heart!

I was afraid that Yin Wuhenji would hate him, thinking that he was a black hand, Mengtu quickly said: "No, no...This is not the case! On the contrary, the temple has made a decision and wants to let everyone The sects have expanded their teams to the secret realm..."

Expand? !

Not to cut, but to expand?

The other disciples and elders almost thought that they had heard it wrong, only Yin Wuhen's expression was a little inexplicable. He squinted lightly and asked, "Oh? Why did the temple people suddenly make such a decision? "

"Hey..." Meng Tu sighed deeply, "This is not because of the Sijing City, because the Sijing City has been broken, and the power of the human race is no longer balanced, especially the death of Wumajian. Saying that is to make our strength greatly reduced, so in order to cultivate talents as much as possible, the temple decided to expand the number of places to enter the secret realm! After all, the more people enter, the more likely we are to find out that talent is not?"