"Uncle Seventh Division!"

After the middle-aged man arrived at the martial arts training ground, the three of them immediately withdrew the sword formation and went forward to salute.

Guo Dalu also gave a junior gift.

The man in green robe walked to Guo Dalu, looked at him with a faint expression, and said, "Say what he just said again."

Guo Dalu asked: "Which sentence?"

The man in the green robe did not answer, just looked at Guo Dalu. At first, the wind was calm and kind as spring. Suddenly, his eyes glared slightly, and his eyebrows were flying, his eyes were lit up, and his aura was pressing down on his face.

"A grandmaster below the third level?" Guo Dalu made a judgment in his heart, because he felt that the pressure emitted by the other party was not too heavy for him. If he tried his best to resist, there would be no big problem.

Of course, this is only two or three percent of the opponent's ability. If the opponent does his best, he will be pressed down and sit on the ground.

"Cough cough..." Guo Dalu coughed a few times, and looked like he was trying hard to support him. After all, his current situation was that he was "hardly injured in the second uncle's palm."

"That sentence you use Haoran's sword." The man in the green robe reminded.

"Haohaoran Sword House, who else am I?" Guo Dalu answered with a "hard" difficulty.

"That's the sentence."

"Ahem, I said if, if, if, if, I face, when faced with the three masters and sisters, I would hit Haoran's sword... Who else but me, I cut off their sword formation at once...Ahem..."

Guo Dalu couldn't bear it anymore and took two or three steps back, thinking about whether to spit out blood. Suddenly, his vest warmed up, and someone fell behind him and pressed his back with his hands on his back.

"The Seventh Master Uncle arrived at the Bodhi Temple, and Bodhi was in a far-reaching way."

The celestial girl Jiang Boti arrived in time, walked out from behind Guo Dalu, and stood in front of him intentionally or unintentionally.

As soon as Jiang Bodhi arrived, the entire martial arts training ground seemed to be shining brightly.

The pressure imposed by the Seventh Master uncle disappeared.

"Bodhi, did you bring this boy up the mountain?" Uncle Seventh Master nodded first and then asked.

"Yes, he is the future husband chosen by Bodhi." Jiang Bodhi said calmly.

As soon as the words were finished, a series of discussion sounded among the disciples of Tianzong, and their eyes when they looked at Guo Dalu became strange.

"Did you think about Bodhi? Just now, the uncle of the master made a brief test, but he was just a master's qualification and had no special features." The uncle of the seventh master said straightforwardly.

Jiang Boti said: "That's because he was injured by the palm force of the second uncle. Otherwise, he would have made the seventh uncle look at him with admiration."

"Oh, are you saying that your second uncle has tried him?"

Jiang Boti nodded, "He was discovered by the second uncle in the formation in front of the Tianzong Mountain Gate. The second uncle slapped his palm from afar, and the formation was scattered and the injury was scattered."

"It's just a injury? It seems that your second uncle has no strength." The seventh uncle said with a smile.

"The second uncle used eight success powers, but I called him halfway through and took back 30%, but most of the 50% of the fallen were taken over by Mr. Xingtan." Jiang Bodi explained briefly.

"Wen Shaogu..." Uncle Seventh Master's eyes lit up when he heard Mr. Xingtan's name, and then glanced at Guo Dalu again, "That's it, it has nothing to do with him."

"Uncle Seventh Master, you don't know that my future husband is not only proficient in formations, but also knowledgeable about Confucianism, but also masters the art of Qihuang. Not long ago, he just cut his pulse for Bodhi and then explained in one go that Bodhi was a demon five years ago. Such knowledge is really a rare good match." Jiang Bodhi talked jokingly.

Guo Dalu was moved or was just a trance, and he continued emotionally: "Wife, you are also great!"

After a word came out, everyone was shocked!

Jiang Bodi slowly turned his head, his beautiful eyes stared into two fireballs, and she gritted her teeth and scolded: "Guo Dalu, shut up!"

Jiang Boti's unusual anger shocked everyone again. When did the junior sister be so uneasy? When did the noble woman reveal such humanized and down-to-earth emotions?

"Menglang, Menglang..." Guo Dalu quickly raised his hand to apologize, "Because I have always praised myself, and no one else has ever praised me. I just heard you say so much, and I was really moved. I couldn't help but praise you, it was me, Menglang!"

Jiang Bodhi recited the Heart Sutra three times in his mind to calm down, then faced the Seventh Master Uncle and said, "Seventh Master Uncle, Guo Dalu was a casual cultivator, but he still didn't understand the rules of the sect. I will teach him when I look for the school exam, how about the Seventh Master Uncle when he heals?"

The Seventh Master Uncle said with a dark face: "There is no need to ask questions anymore. After his injury is healed, use a Haoran sword to break the Sancai Sword Formation."

After saying that, the seventh uncle waved his sleeves and left.

"Yes." Jiang Bodi bowed to the Seventh Master Uncle.

After everyone left, Jiang Boti looked back at Guo Dalu and asked coldly: "What do you want?"

"I didn't think about anything, they were thinking about what they wanted one by one, right?" Guo Dalu bit back, "I know that I was seriously injured, I still had to compete with me in swords and release the pressure of the king's domineering force. It's amazing."

Jiang Bodi ignored this and said, "Guo Dalu, I warn you that your marriage has spread in the sect, and Mr. Xingtan also knows about this. When I report to Master tonight, I will announce this to the entire Xuan Realm tomorrow. You'd better not play tricks with me, otherwise I will never spare you!"

Guo Dalu accused: "But this kind of loveless marriage will not be happy at all! We are forced to be together like this, but we only get the other person, but we can't get the other person's heart at all!"

Jiang Boti blurted out and retorted: "What do I want to get your heart?"

Then he felt that this sentence was grammatical, so he waved his hand and said, "Get back to heal the wound!"

After leaving the martial arts training ground, Jiang Bodi did not go to the lotus platform to practice, but went straight to Mojie Mountain. She had doubts in her heart and wanted to ask Master for answering it.

Bypass Sanchong Mountain and climb another three thousand three.

Jiang Bodhi was like a white light that flashed among the mountains.

I don’t know how long it took, but she finally arrived at the foot of Mount Mojie, and at this time she was already 3,300 feet high.

"Disciple, pay homage to Master."

Jiang Bodhi bowed to a stone statue on the hillside of Mojie Mountain. The stone statue was the clone of the contemporary sect leader of the Tianzong and the old saint in Xuanjie.

"Get up."

A grand voice came down from the top of the mountain, and the gender of the sound was not heard.

"Thank you Master." Jiang Bodi stood up.

"Leave the stone in your hand." Master's wonderful voice echoed among the mountains.

Jiang Bodi was stunned and spread his hands, "Master?"

Master said nothing, Jiang Bodi pondered for a moment, bent down and picked up a stone, and then threw it down.

"Do you understand?" asked the master.

Jiang Bodi smiled and nodded, "Disciple understands. Master tells the disciple that if he has never picked it up, he will never know how to let go."

"Go." Master said with relief.
Chapter completed!