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Chapter 0062 Dushan Hibiscus Jade(2/2)

In the end, Qin Shuang picked up a sharp short sword, leaving the rest to Zhou Yunsheng.

As for the short sword, Zhou Yunsheng did not mention any reward.

Both sides were grateful for the conflict that was about to arise, but they were resolved because of Zhao Yan.

In the end, only Lian Zhanlin's affairs were left.

"Master, what do you think?"

When he came to Zhou Yunsheng's tea room, Zhao Yan's first words were to ask Lian Zhanlin outspoken questions.

Lian Zhanlin's face changed and he immediately responded: "My arrival is indeed a bit abrupt, but I think Mr. Zhao should need someone like me here!"

Lian Zhanlin did not directly answer the question, but responded in a vague way.

Zhao Yan wanted to hide some secrets, but Lian Zhanlin could see it, so he said this.

Of course Zhao Yan knew what Lian Zhanlin meant.

In fact, today's arrival of Lian Zhanlin was not Zhao Yan's arrangement, but Lian Zhanlin notified by Huang Jianghai.

Perhaps after that, the two of them still have contact. After Huang Jianghai decided to follow Zhao Yan, he should have also informed Lian Zhanlin. Of course, Lian Zhanlin also had this idea.

"I can indeed give you what you want, but have you figured it out?" Zhao Yan's answer was also very obscure.

Of course he knew what Lian Zhanlin wanted. Lian Zhanlin stayed at the peak of the local martial arts realm for many years, but he could not find any further skills.

And those legendary powerful people in the Tianwu realm were the dragons who saw their heads but not their tails. He searched for them for many years and gained nothing.

What happened in the Joy Club that day made him doubt Zhao Yan's identity. He had a heart to communicate at that time, but it was not done because of Huang Jianghai.

Now, of course, Lian Zhanlin doesn't want to miss it again.

"Mr. Zhao, Lian Zhanlin thought very clearly!" Lian Zhanlin didn't say much, but his answer was firm.

Zhou Yunsheng and Qin Shuang were drinking tea silently, and they didn't dare to interrupt.

Because both of them are in very serious condition.

After hearing Lian Zhanlin's answer, Zhao Yan lowered his head and thought for a while.

"Close your eyes and relax your brain!" Zhao Yan raised his head and said solemnly to Lian Zhanlin.

Even Zhanlin didn't know what Zhao Yan was going to do, but he still closed his eyes when he heard him.

Zhao Yan stretched out his finger, and pointed at Lian Zhanlin's eyebrows, and information entered Lian Zhanlin's brain.

Lian Zhanlin did not open his eyes immediately, but his body began to tremble.

After a moment, Lian Zhanlin, whose eyes opened, was excited and was about to kneel down and become a disciple: "Master is here..."

"Stop and stop..." Zhao Yan quickly stopped and said, "I can pass on your skills, but I am not going to accept disciples. I will call me sir in the future!"

Zhao Yanxin thought, if he doesn’t even accept a beauties like Qu Shengnan, will he accept you as a big man?

Even Zhanlin was very embarrassed. It seemed that he looked down on him.

"Yes, although the sir doesn't want to accept me as his disciple, he has passed on my skills and is already my actual master. I will treat you like a master!" Lian Zhanlin responded sincerely.

"Then it's up to you!"

The other four people stood there holding teacups and looked at them, and were shocked.

They seemed to have seen the most incredible things in the world.

Why do you pass the power by pointing your finger?

Isn’t this a means that only gods have?

"Sir!" Qin Shuang shuddered all over her body, and then shouted: "You should accept me as your disciple!"

Qin Shuang said that he wanted scholar Lian Zhanlin to become a disciple.
Chapter completed!
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