Chapter 1387 The apprentice doesn’t know how to drink

Su Jiu raised his eyebrows lightly and said simply and harmlessly: "May I ask, are you looking for trouble?"

Although it is a search for trouble, no one can admit that it is pointed out so clearly!

Lao Du pushed the sword down to the table again, and said in anger: "Boy, you look very good at faces. Don't you know the rules of our Lingbao Pavilion?"

"The rules of Lingbao Pavilion..."

Su Jiu supported his chin and stroked his lower lip with his fingertips, making a thoughtful look.

Lao Du sneered coldly and raised the sword in his hand, "That's-"

"...Is it because I was holding a sword and hitting the car?"

Su Jiu's lazy voice interrupted his words.

The thick joke was intentional at first glance.

Lao Du's face froze, feeling that he had been fooled, and he held the hilt of the sword tightly and wanted to sweep the tea set on the table.

However, he paused, his body leaned forward slightly, his face turned red, and he did not wave the long sword in his hand.

"What's the situation? Why don't you move?"

"What's not moving? I've always been red from the face. He can't seem to be able to pick up his sword!"

"How is that possible? He just raised his sword...Damn--Look at that kid's hand!"

A sudden scream of exclamation.

Everyone looked at the boy suddenly.

He put his chin on his hands and lowered his eyelids, looking extremely lazy, while his other hand, which was casually placed on the table, was casually clamping the blade of the old sword.

"No, no, right? This is too exaggerated!"

"It's no exaggeration. His strength test shattered the test stone."

"Tsk, brag! I think it's the old man who is scrupulous and intrigue..."

Plop!

A dull sound.

Lao Du turned over the sword and threw it to the ground.

The hilt of the sword took off from his hand, and the sword still stood in the air with an oblique tilt.

“…”

There was a sudden silence around him.

"I don't know what the rules of Lingbao Pavilion are, but..." The young man Yu Guang swept lightly, his tone in a faint tone: "But my rule is, don't mess with me, otherwise it will be useless for me to come. For the sake of your fellow disciple, I'll spare you once."

He threw his hand and the sword swung violently, shooting towards Lao Du who was sitting on the ground.

Lao Du's eyes opened slightly and he quickly retreated.

The sword pierced into the ground, right between his legs.

If he had been half a step slower just now, the guy would have gone.

Lao Du's face turned red and he glared at Su Jiu angrily: "You...you...you wait for me!"

He threw down a harsh words, picked up his sword and stood up.

Just as he turned around and wanted to leave, someone suddenly tripped under his feet. He was swaying to hold the table next to him, but he was pushed down by someone's elbow.

Crazy-

He fell to the dining table next to him, and was covered in residue and leftovers. He was greeted by the disciples on the table.

Guidao took back his arm as if nothing had happened, took the food, and walked to the opposite side of Su Jiu to sit down.

"Hehe, Xiaojiu, your meat!"

"Thanks."

Su Jiu picked up the chopsticks and seemed to have nothing happened. He should eat and drink.

Guidao almost smiled at the back of his head: "Come on, today I am very happy. We are both master and apprentice and each one has a pot of wine!"

Su Jiu picked up the wine pot, but paused.

She suppressed the urge to raise her head and drink, and poured a glass of wine in restraint, sipped in a small sip.

The sarcastic hissing.

It seems that this apprentice is a person who can't drink.

He shook his head and opened his conversation: "Have you ever been in contact with refining weapons before? Do you want to learn the direction? Large weapons, small weapons... or..."

Su Jiu asked bluntly: "Can you repair weapons?"

Guidao bit the chopsticks and nodded: "Of course, it depends on whether the weapon has spiritual energy. If there is no spiritual energy, it will be a waste of energy to practice it."

After he said that, he asked again, "What? Do you have weapons to repair?"

Su Jiu didn't say anything, but took out a small piece of fragment from his arms: "This."

He whispered a piece of meat, took it while eating, gently twisted his fingertips, and then said in surprise: "What weapon can break the Jiuyou Blood Silk?"

"A handful of whisk is very aggressive."

"whisk……"

The foolish way caressed his chin: "It is probably a top-grade spiritual weapon."

Su Jiu did not comment.

The monster seemed to remember something, narrowing his eyes: "You are an alchemist, and your talent is very good... You shouldn't come here just to repair weapons, right?"

Su Jiu: "..." It was sloppy.

Of course she couldn't admit it, so she reached out to take the fragments back and put them in her arms: "I'm just testing you."
Chapter completed!