"I'm here to practice. Those two old men only showed up once a few days and only taught some things I already know. It's a waste of time here."

Xiao Budian spoke up dissatisfiedly. It was so boring to stay in Butian Pavilion these days.

"Don't complain, new disciples start from the bottom, otherwise why do they teach you bone script and treasure skills? Unless your talent is scary enough, you can attract attention."

A 14 or 15-year-old boy said.

"All right!"

Xiaobu nodded, and has been looking at the medicine field these days. When will it be his turn to water it?

Xiao Budian has looked for Yang Yu several times and discussed how to pick those spiritual medicines. However, after talking a few times, he found that the chance was slim, unless Yang Yu entered the spiritual medicine field and collected the spiritual medicines through the system storage space.

The two of them were looking forward to entering the spiritual medicine field every day, but unfortunately they didn't have a single turn.

Finally, Yang Yu couldn't wait any longer, so he stood up, folded his hands together and stepped out of the area where the three thousand disciples lived, his eyes closed, and he was wearing a white robe, with a vague temperament, and he was like a Taoist monk.

After passing through the gate guarded by a disciple, Yang Yu entered the genius camp and looked at the young girls aged 14 and 5, Yang Yu kept his magic number, and his eyes were shining with bright lights at the female disciples.

Men and women in the Great Wilderness both developed very early, and they had grown up at the age of fifteen or sixteen, with a plump figure, just like the graceful female war god of Zhulu Academy, who was only sixteen years old.

In the genius camp, every girl is an elite among the big clan. Each one is white and clean and pretty. It is a good scenery in a plain dress.

"Little monk, where are your eyes looking? How does a little monk look lustful!"

A female disciple finished practicing bone script and said angrily when she saw Yang Yu's appearance.

"This female donor, I am right here. Today I pass by here, and I see my senior sisters as beautiful as a fairy. When practicing bone script, I am attracted, so I stop to appreciate it."

Yang Yu clasped his hands together and said very "politely".

"You are a monk, why do you watch the fairy dancing? Even if you are beautiful, you can't watch it, it's not in accordance with the rules!"

The girl smiled and giggled.

"All fairies are so beautiful. I am willing to break the precepts once." Yang Yu lowered his head slightly and said seriously.

"How come you, a little monk, speaks sweeter than honey? Are you a flower monk?"

Another girl said curiously.

"I just admire the beautiful scenery, not anything else."

Yang Yu curled his lips and said, these girls were obviously happy, why are they still struggling here?

"Little monk, go quickly, otherwise we will ask your master to beat you up and say you have broken your lust!"

A young girl smiled and spoke.

"Yes, yes, leave quickly..."

Several lively girls spoke, thinking it was fun.

"Amitabha, I am gone."

Yang Yu was speechless, called the magic number and turned around and left.

"Hehe, what an interesting little monk..."

The girls looked at Yang Yu's back and kept giggling.

"The women outside are really hard to serve. They are already praised for being happy and are driving me away. Isn't it just a look..."

Yang Yu wandered around and complained, "It's better for Hu Niu and the others."

Yang Yu did not go back to the place where the three thousand disciples lived, but then wandered in the Butian Pavilion to find places where they might gain. However, he did not encounter any opportunity except meeting some disciples and elders.

On the same road, I saw a group of young girls with outstanding temperaments at a party from afar. Several of them were so beautiful that Yang Yu took a look at them a few more times.

For a few days, Yang Yu had been wandering in the Butian Pavilion, watching everywhere. When he visited people one by one, he called a magic number, and then he talked for a while.

In five or six days, except for a few places where the guards were tightly guarded and were not allowed to go, Yang Yu visited every place. Everyone in the Butian Pavilion knew that there was a free and had nothing to do.

Yang Yu has become famous in Butian Pavilion these days, making everyone remember him.

Although it is not because of Yang Yu's strength, at least he is remembered in this way. Yang Yu is also a "famous" character in Butian Pavilion.

Every day, Yang Yu and Xiao Budian did not meet, for fear that they would be discovered by Butian Pavilion and those who were interested, and then they would be caught and patted on their butts.

Until a few days later, Xiaobudian suddenly became quiet and was peaceful every day, which surprised Yang Yu.

For several days, I was honest and honest, especially after night, I never went out. I just sat cross-legged on the roof to suck the essence of the sky, refining the starlight, and going to sleep when I was sleepy.

On the sixth night, Xiao Budian suddenly had a hair that exploded, sat up, and shouted in an instant: "Ghost!"

The gray-haired old man had arrived at some point. He stood in front of his bed, staring at him with empty eyes blankly, with black blood flowing on his head, and the murderous aura of the ancient sword was forcing people.

In the late night, the screams were particularly distant, and the disciples nearby were alarmed. A group of people woke up and sat up quickly.

The sleeping soundly Maoqiu was naturally frightened by this throat, and his fur was exploding all over his body, and he jumped up on the pillow that he had never been lighted since he was confused.

"Bang!"

It hit the old man's head, grabbed the gray hair, and looked at the empty eyes. It screamed immediately, immediately became furious, and climbed up to the top of his head, then fell on his shoulders, and finally rolled his eyes hard and almost fainted.

The air conditioner was whirling all over the body, and he jumped up all of a sudden. He grabbed the hairball's tail, carried it over, then smashed the window and rushed out.

There was a lot of noise here, which alarmed many people, and many houses were lit up:

"What's wrong? Who is screaming? What happened?"

"Who is it? Why is it frightened in the middle of the night and affecting others' rest?!"

Many people rushed out and looked for the source of sound.

"Come here, everyone, I'll introduce you to a new friend."

Little Buddian shouted, trying to calm himself down, wanting to give everyone a "surprise".

The gray-haired old man was silent like a ghost, and had already arrived near him and looked at him in a daze.

If you are really a ghost, three thousand young men gather together and their yang energy is soaring, can't you scare you away?

This is the little one's thought, and of course, it is also based on the idea of ​​having difficulties together, and there are strange "uncles" who come together to "recognize each other".

"Hey, what are you yelling?"

A group of teenagers rushed in, looked at him strangely, and turned a blind eye to the gray-haired old man.

Xiao Budian was stunned and said, "You are so brave, you are not afraid at all?"
Chapter completed!