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"Hello, Senior Sister!" My name is Lei Ming, my master is a novice disciple, I hope you can take care of me in the future. "

Seeing that beautiful figure, Lei Ming waved his hands from far away. He became extremely excited and happily went to her side to introduce himself.

It was only now that Su Qingyu realized that the group of people were all heading straight for him.

Her eyes revealed joy and happiness as she said, "Senior Brother Mo, you're back!"

Speaking up to here, she pinched Lehman's stiff arm in surprise and exclaimed, "Wow! Junior brother, your muscles are so strong. It's just that you're a bit lacking in strength."

Seeing Su Qingyu's surprised look, Lei Ming was initially proud of himself. He even rolled up his sleeves and took a pose that he thought was the most handsome. Unexpectedly, the next sentence instantly returned him to his original form.

The awkwardness appeared on his face, Lei Ming was extremely depressed, so he could only hide behind Mo Beichen.

"Ai, that's why I'm called junior brother. Actually, I want to be senior brother …" Lehman shook his head and sighed bitterly. He felt extremely lonely.

His embarrassed look caused Su Qingyu to giggle, and even Ruan Xiaoyu's mouth revealed a smile.

"You want to be my senior? Alright, as long as your strength surpasses mine one day, I will call you senior brother! "

She cunningly smiled, causing Lehman's eyes to instantly light up with a hint of light. However, it quickly dimmed down.

Although Master said that I will be the man with the strongest Cold Martial Sect, you are the woman with the strongest Cold Martial Sect in the future, not one bit inferior to me. "You are so strong now, how could I catch up to you …"

His words caused Su Qingyu to be startled. He did not understand the meaning behind that sentence, what did it mean to be the woman with the strongest Cold Martial Sect in the future?

Just as she was in a daze, Mo Beichen pushed Ruan Xiaoyu to the front and said: "Come, meet your junior sister. You must take care of her more in the future."

As he curiously sized up Ruan Xiaoyu, Su Qingyu couldn't help but exclaim: "I never thought that there would actually come a day where I become Big Senior."

He grabbed her hand and saw that Ruan Xiaoyu was a little submissive. Ignoring her reaction, he directly dragged her along as he walked: "Come, I'll first bring you around to take a look around, so you can familiarize yourself with your surroundings first."

Seeing their departing figures, Mo Beichen explained, "Yang Li, first bring Lehman to his residence, and then bring him over for a walk."

"Yes, disciple understands."

After receiving his orders, Yang Li immediately brought Lei Ming, who had a look of novelty on his face, to the backyard.

Seeing that Lei Mingfeng had opened his mouth yet again, while Mo Beichen was still penniless, he shook his head. He realised that if he did not take charge, he would not know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt were. Looks like he ought to go to the Pill Hall to gather some medicinal pills.

Although both of them had decent talent, they also needed the assistance of pills. With the help of external forces, their progress would be even faster.

Very quickly, Mo Beichen appeared at the Medicinal Hall.

"Chief Mo, you, you're here again?"

It was still the same disciple from last time. When he saw Mo Beichen's figure, he stammered as he asked.

"What, I can't come?" With a raise of his eyebrows, Mo Beichen's expression turned cold and was somewhat baffled.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. You can come, of course you can come."

When he thought about how he actually dared to speak to Mo Beichen in such a manner, his legs went soft, and cold sweat almost flowed down his body. Fortunately, Mo Beichen didn't seem to be angry, and only then did the disciple heave a sigh of relief.

"Give me a hundred Qi Gathering Pill."

Looking at his terrified look, Mo Beichen was speechless. He was not a man-eating beast after all, was he really that scary?

It was good that Mo Beichen didn't come, but once he opened it, another hundred Qi Gathering Pill s came. This caused the disciple's face to stiffen, and with a smile that was uglier than a cry, he slowly pretended to have enough of them, and reluctantly handed them over to Mo Beichen.

His slow and indecisive manner made Mo Beichen a little impatient, so he asked: "What's your name?"

"Jiao Lu, disciple's name is Jiao Lu."

Hearing Mo Beichen suddenly ask for his name, his face turned pale and he almost cried.

It's over, it's over. I must have still offended this tyrannical boss. Why else would he ask me for my name? Now that I've been targeted by him, will I be crippled? Could he still continue to stay in the Cold Martial Sect?

He did not know that the youth in front of him, whose mind was in a mess and was sweating profusely, was currently guessing and guessing non-stop. Mo Beichen laughed in his heart, "Jiao Lu? I think you should call it anxiety! "You procrastinate, and every time, you make it feel like you're copying your home. Is there really a need to be so carefree?"

After obtaining the pill, under Jiao Lu's terrified gaze, Mo Beichen remained indifferent and left without saying a word.

"He, he actually didn't blame me?"

After a moment of fear, Jiao Lu suddenly giggled. She felt like she had just escaped a calamity. Her luck was simply too good.

"Jiao Lu, I'll remember you." If you dally any longer next time, you know the consequences! "

However, before he could rejoice for long, Mo Beichen's cold voice sounded by his ear, causing the smile on Jiao Lu's face to freeze, as if someone had used a Body Securing Technique on him.

His extreme happiness gave birth to sorrow, causing him to suddenly fall from heaven into hell …

Seeing how poor his Cold Martial Sect was, so much that he could barely afford to take out the most basic Qi Gathering Pill, Mo Beichen felt extremely unhappy in his heart.

Back then, Han Beiwang's words were nice, as long as the sect had something, all their supplies were open. But looking at this situation, it was likely that Cold Martial Sect could not produce anything decent, and this made Mo Beichen feel extremely pained.

"Let's not worry about that too much first. Let's get the Spirit Level Martial Skill first!"

Pills were fine, a mere Qi Gathering Pill was not worth much. In comparison, the Spirit Level Martial Skill was worth a lot more than cities, it could not even be bought with money.

Although the Sect Leader said that someone would bring Mo Beichen there, but since waiting from left to right was not enough for him, he could not be bothered to wait any longer. He might as well go to the Martial Skill Pavilion and select his own.

On the way, he could also see if there were any martial skills suitable for Ruan Xiaoyu and Lehman.

As for Su Qingyu, because she already inherited the techniques from her bloodline, Mo Beichen did not plan to let her learn more. Firstly, he was afraid that she wouldn't bite off more than she could chew. Secondly, she had to use a martial skill from her Cold Martial Sect.

The power of the "Tempest of the Waves" was not ordinary. In Mo Beichen's opinion, it was at least not inferior to the Thunder Fist at the perfect realm.

When Su Qingyu first started training with it, his cultivation had only started at the first level. Even so, the destructive power of the Trembling Waves Technique could not be underestimated.

From this, one could imagine that, in the future, if Su Qingyu were to cultivate it to a profound realm, the power he would be able to unleash would definitely be even more shocking!

Although Mo Beichen had also comprehended a set of Star Rank Martial Skill, he was not satisfied.

He had a faint guess as to the strength of the bloodline, but he had no confidence at all. He could only wait until the right time to verify it.

Prior to this, he had been working hard to raise his strength.

Otherwise, even if he had a high level martial skill, it would be useless if his cultivation could not keep up. After all, high level martial skills often consumed more War Qi s, and some special martial skills had extremely harsh requirements on one's own body.

It's not that you can become a monarch just by obtaining a high level martial skill. There is a limit to how much you can use it.

After clarifying the purpose of this trip, Mo Beichen stopped in front of the old man who guarded the door.