Yun chujiu turned to look at Murong Hanlie and said with a smile, “Hello, senior Murong. Since you are the senior uncle of the sect master, your spiritual power must be very powerful, right?”
Murong Hanlie had not said anything yet, wen Qianchuan snorted coldly, “What an ignorant junior! My Master’s spiritual power is naturally the number one in the immortal Yuan continent. You, a handyman who burns a fire, actually want to become the sect master. You really overestimate yourself!”
The smile on Yun Chujiu’s face became even brighter. “From what you said, you are senior Murong’s disciple? Then your spiritual power isn’t bad either?”
“Of course!”Wen Qianchuan said arrogantly.
“TSK TSK, then this junior doesn’t understand! Since you and senior Murong’s spiritual power are both so high, why didn’t I see you helping out when the human race and the Nightmare Race fought previously.
