Create A Cultivation Technique At The Beginning

Jiang Chen coughed a few times and then asked: "By the way, little brother, you haven't answered my question just yet. When is the next entrance exam for Nanfeng College?"

"Oh, it's like this. Although there is still an entrance test, there is no specific time. As long as five people gather together, they can take the entrance test."

Jiang Chen was surprised when he heard this, and blurted out what he was thinking: "This is too casual! Has Nanfeng Academy really fallen to this?"

The younger brother shook his head and said: "Although the talents are withering, Nanfeng Academy's selection of students is still limited. Although many monks have been invited to come in the past five years, no one has entered. So the younger brother can only stay here. I wish Renkeguan can successfully enter Nanfeng College."

Jiang Chen wanted to ask more questions, but Mo Ting, the cup inside, loudly shouted to the waiter to serve tea, so Jiang Chen had no choice but to let the apologetic waiter leave.

"Um"

Jiang Chen quietly picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with the Nanfeng Academy that Sun Wujin had highly recommended.

While Jiang Chen was thinking, a group of men and horses wearing uniforms angrily passed by Jiang Chen's wooden table and rushed directly to the inner hall of the tea shed. Looking at the knocked down bench, Jiang Chen couldn't help but frown. At this time, there was a sudden sound of tables, chairs and benches being smashed in the inner hall, followed by Bei Moting's shout.

"Come together, I'm not afraid!"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but put down his teacup, raised his head and looked inside curiously!

Hearing Bei Mo Ting's shouts in the hall, Jiang Chen couldn't help but raise his head and look inside, only to see that inside Bei Mo Ting was already fighting with the group of people who had just knocked down Jiang Chen's bench. Many Independent Cultivators were afraid of harming the pond fish, so they jumped over the fence and jumped out.

"Oh, it's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and people from the Chen family dare to provoke them. They really don't know whether to live or die!"

"Don't talk nonsense. I heard that that person is the young master of the Nanzhong Wuxian Linhai Mercenary Group. He should have some background!"

"I see Xuan!"

After everyone exited the inner hall, they did not leave the tea shed, but stood outside and watched. Jiang Chen listened to the discussions of the people around him and quietly looked at the scene in the inner hall.

In the inner hall, there were as many as five monks dressed in the military uniforms of the Chen family. Most of them were at the peak of Baopu's cultivation. Their majestic golden swords reflected dazzling light in the sun.

The leader's cultivation level was in the Taoist stage, with his hands clasped across his chest, a pair of nonchalant eyes looking at the besieged Bei Moting casually, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

Jiang Chen could clearly see that the man who was watching the battle with a cold eye kicked over the bench next to Jiang Chen's table, causing the Longjing tea in Jiang Chen's cup to overturn.

In the field, a six-foot-long earth-yellow round stick in Bei Moting's hand was seen flipping up and down, making a whirring sound as it broke through the air.

"Huh? It doesn't seem like an ordinary stick!"

The round stick clashed with the Chen Family Martial Warrior's golden sword, and a clanking sound was made. It was a sound that could only be made by the collision of metal and metal.

In the small inner hall, Beimo stopped one against five. Although he was weak on the left and right, his momentum was like a rainbow. The bursts of violent shouting made it impossible for the Chen Family Martial Warrior, who had already gained the upper hand, to capture him in one fell swoop.

"Yeah. I finally showed my real skills!"

Jiang Chen looked at Bei Moting, who was red all over his body, and flicked the round stick in his hand away from the two Martial Warriors who were already bullying him. He immediately spent all his strength on the round stick.

Suddenly the yellow light of the round stick burst out, and the soil under Bei Mo Ting's feet twisted. The dust suddenly flew up and caused the tea shed to topple over. Everyone around him screamed in surprise.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, he saw the cup standing proudly in the mud flow, his tattered clothes rustling in the wind. On the other hand, the five people who had previously besieged Cup Mo Ting were already stuck in the mud flow. They kept struggling but got deeper and deeper. In the blink of an eye, the mud flow reached the thighs of the five people.

Facing the panicked five people, Bei Moting once again leaned on his stick and let out a laugh.

"Young people are beyond my reach!"

Bei Moting's arrogance caused everyone at the scene to cheer and applaud. I guess the Chen family is not well-received here. (bjah) But Jiang Chen could clearly see that Bei Moting, who was in the center of the mudflow, had run out of energy, otherwise the five people who were besieging him at the moment would have been buried in the mudflow.

The leader of the Martial Warrior team on the side had already understood Bei Moting's situation. He slowly lowered his arms around him, and then flew across the mud flow towards Bei Moting, who was shaking a bit.

"It's over!"

As Jiang Chen expected, Bei Moting didn't have enough energy to face the sudden and fierce attack from the leader of Chen's Martial Warrior, and could only barely hold the round stick horizontally. The leader of the Chen family could only hear the words "useless", and Bei Moting was immediately kicked away.

The flying body broke the broken fence, but Bei Moting's momentum remained unabated and flew two feet away and landed next to Jiang Chen. He also smashed the bench that the leader of the Chen family had kicked over earlier. A mess. Jiang Chen's boots were also dirty with mud.

The onlookers who were watching the excitement were also frightened and fled away! Only Jiang Chen, who was still drinking tea, was left at the scene!

"Oh my, the bench next to my table has been in trouble, but it is quiet now!"

Hearing this, Mo Ting, the cup under Jiang Chen's feet, immediately smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist, but I didn't mean to do it. I'll make it up to you later!"

"Humph, you have no chance!"

Bei Moting was shot away, and the five people who had been trapped by the mudflow immediately escaped and rushed up with the leader. I saw the leader of the Chen family raised his right hand, and a white light suddenly shot out from the pocket in the waist space and directed towards Cup Mo Ding on the ground.

"Um?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but frowned when he saw the white light coming, because the white light hit Jiang Chen's table first, and the table immediately fell into pieces, and the teapot on the table also shattered on the ground. Cup Moting, who was on the ground, had already taken precautions. He picked up the round stick and knocked the white light aside. Only then did Jiang Chen see clearly that the white light turned out to be a long, flat, pure white knife.

One of the Martial Warriors smiled cruelly and wanted to step forward to kill him. Bei Moting lay on the ground and leaned back quickly. Just when Bei Moting thought he would definitely die, the Martial Warrior suddenly let out a wail, and his body still fell two feet away. at.

"who?"

The leader of the team, the old god, was there and thought that Bei Moting had no resistance. Unexpectedly, the scene suddenly changed. He suddenly stared at Jiang Chen who was quietly sipping tea. Jiang Chen took a sip of tea and said, "You just kicked over the bench on my table, smashed the bench and my table. Do you think this is appropriate?"

The leader of the Chen family snorted coldly and said, "Another outstanding bird, where did it come from?"

Jiang Chen glanced at Bei Moting, who had already stood up, and said, "He came from near Nanzhong Wuxian Forest!"

As soon as these words came out, the Chen family Martial Warrior was slightly surprised, but the team leader snorted again and said coldly: "So you are in the same group, so there is no need to say more! Come on!"

A group of Martial Warriors immediately sharpened their knives and came to kill again. The golden knives flew in the air and made Jiang Chen's eyes uncomfortable in the sunlight. .