"Okay!"
When Si Luo arrived at Chenyin Peak Square, he saw an unknown general in green clothes leaning against a big tree beside the busy main road, holding a long sword in front of his chest with both hands and a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.
He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking.
Si Luo walked forward slowly, stood in front of Wuming and asked doubtfully:
"Brother, what are you doing? Are you having an epiphany?"
Si Luo found that he was a little bit unable to figure out this senior brother. Ever since he entered the sect, he has been leaning under a big tree where people come and go every day. He never practices cultivation. No one knows what he is doing?
Hearing Si Luo's voice, Wuming slowly opened his eyes, looked at Si Luo and said:
"I'm pretending."
His tone was very calm, but it seemed very real. Si Luo didn't think he was joking at all.
In an instant, Si Luo felt that this nameless senior brother was a weirdo.
Everyone thought that he was behaving like this to understand sword skills and practice, but who would have thought that he did this just to show off?
"Junior sister, who do you think is the most pretentious person in the Miaoyin Sect?"
Wuming asked.
Si Luo was speechless for a while, but after thinking about it, he answered seriously:
"Uh...it's Ning Jie!"
The originally calm expression on Wuming's face suddenly became a little ugly. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and it was obvious that his defenses had been broken.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Si Luo quickly said:
"The Sect Master wants to see you. Goodbye, Senior Brother!"
After saying that, he slipped away!
Wuming took a deep breath and said slowly:
"I will surpass him sooner or later!"
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