Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

After that, the old Ta didn't seem ready to stay, so he turned around and left.

However, cloud dance could not help but provoke eyebrows.

A favor to the Clouds?

The old man, who looks like he's eighty or ninety years old, is probably at least a hundred or even older.

What does he owe the Clouds?

Even if it's a love affair, it's the last generation. Is it wrong for him to say this to her?

However, it was clear that the old man had turned around and left, which was not what he was going to say.

Half a buzz!

The cloud dance gathered spiritual strength, but the eyebrows calmed down.

Because of the sudden appearance of the old tower, the probe before the cloud dance was interrupted, but now the probe, obviously nothing.

But the cloud dance found that the sense of emptiness that began in this space disappeared sometime.

I don't think so. Did the old Ta just do something?

Just as the clouds were dancing, a mechanical sound came from the sky.

“The time has come, minus five percent! ”

- What? - What?

That's after a while?

The cloud dance couldn't help but frown. Why does she feel like she's only been in here for about 10 minutes? Why is it only a matter of time?

Looking at another light flowing through the token, the cloud dance tightened her eyebrows and her stomach became confused.

Isn't this place going faster than it is out there?

However, when the cloud dance could not detect anything, it chose to leave temporarily until tomorrow.

She thinks it must have been the old man who did something...

However, after the cloud dance left the seventh floor.

The old man who had just left the gray robe tower slowly came out of the stone wall at the end of the stairs.

Such a weird scene, naturally in the presence of no one.

Old Ta's wise eyes stained with a deep and unpredictable color and looked up at the stairwell where the clouds danced away.

“Well deserved is the descendant of the cloudy sky, not only knows masquerade, but talent is still so counterproductive. ”

The muttering of himself slowly came out of his mouth, but at this time his voice was not as old as it had just been.

If the cloud dance hears or sees this scene, it will surely surprise you.

In the clouds?

Wasn't it in the first place, in the confinement of the Yunjia, in the mouth of the Red Fire Dragon hated to bite teeth, the Yunjia ancestors, who set up the summoner of the millennium contract for the Red Fire Dragon?

It's just that the clouds have been around for hundreds of years.

But listen to the old tone of this tower. It seems to be very familiar with the cloudy sky, even know it very well.

So it can be deduced that this old Ta, I'm afraid, is a centuries-old Shri monster.

And he could see through the masquerade of cloud dance.

Of course, at this time, the cloud dance certainly doesn't know.

After Old Ta muttered, he retracted his gaze and slowly walked towards a groove point opposite him.

His body was still just like that, and he was able to cross the wall automatically.

Entered another space behind the wall.

That space is completely different from the outside environment, it's like a bedroom space.

Under soft candlelight, that's a very comfortable temperature.

And in the middle of that space, there's a whirlpool of white fog surrounding the bed, a shadow that's slowly starting to fall asleep.

Just after the shadow of the bed had slept well and relaxed, the white mist spread from inside to outside.

It was as if he was exhaling as he breathed.

However, all that is unknown is that it is the white fog that created the existence of this so-called cultivation tower...

Looking at the sleeping figure, Ta Lao's wise eyes gradually emerged a hint of drowning glow.

It feels like watching a child you love.

For centuries, he woke up at night and fell asleep during the day, a day that was boring and boring, but he was still growing up day after day.

I just don't know how much time I have left.

Hey...

Sigh, silence...

After leaving the seventh floor, the cloud dance also stayed on the sixth floor for a full afternoon.

Time is really just a blink away.

The cloud dance didn't stop until, it seemed, a lot of learners started entering the tower.

All morning to noon, Dantian, which had been vacant because it had just broken through Wusheng, actually felt half saturated in one morning.

This is horrible for the Wushu power class.

If saturated, it can move from the beginning to the middle.

At this rate, it takes almost a few days to reach the peak bottleneck.

No wonder the entire college wants to come in and practise in this cultivation tower. It's really a half-work, even faster than the cold ice jade in her chaos palace.

“No, I heard that last night's senior student Wang Xin's two younger brothers were beaten up, especially the fat man Wang, not only was cut off with fat oil, but also lost sight of the intermediate challenge zone in the challenge zone. ”

“The royal brothers have always been superior, and now it's quite heartbreaking to be stripped. ”

“What do you know? That Wang Xin went on an outing. If he comes back after a while, he'll probably have another good show to watch. ”

“Did you hear about last night? I was in the Advanced Challenge Zone, and I heard the movement in the Intermediate Challenge Zone, but I just didn't go to see it. I didn't think anyone was making a scene, but I missed the show. ”

“I had a disciple I knew, he was there, he said not to mention how wonderful the scene was...”

“Not only that, but I heard him say that last night he took a sigh of relief from the two royal brothers, but he was the same man, and he was a freshman. ”

“The old royal family, not only was beaten to death in the casino, but the whole player lost all points. Did you see that this afternoon, a big wave of people rushed to the bun...”

“Haha, I also said how one doesn't eat meat, but he loves to eat buns. Turns out they were all lost last night...”

“ …… ”

Just as soon as the cloud dance reached the fifth floor, we saw that there were about seven or eight learners, and they sat together and talked haha and laughed.

Until, inadvertently, when the cloud dance came from the sixth floor, the laughter went quiet one by one.

One gaze, staring at the cloud dance, staring at the badge on her chest.

First grade?

She's a freshman? She just... came from the sixth floor.

She's on the sixth floor? Shit, the sixth floor needs to be deducted by about 5%. How can a freshman be so...

Is that right?