Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

The sword cultivator of Supreme Sword Sect has always been upright.

Advertise yourself by acting upright and sitting upright.

Now hearing that there is a guy hiding his head and showing his tail among them, the subconscious reaction is to look around.

After looking at it, it was discovered that among them, there really was a guy who was hiding his head and showing his tail.

Wrap yourself up like a rice dumpling, not even daring to show your face, what exactly does this mean?

Zhao Zhijing soon sensed the strange gazes around him, and just as he was about to explain, a cold shout rang out.

"Don't look at that shrouded body, it's you."

? ? ?

Zhao Zhijing froze for a moment, is there anything wrong with my appearance?

"Junior Brother Gan, I really didn't hide my head and show my tail, I just disfigured my face. If I show my face, I'm afraid it will affect everyone's mood."

"Bold!"

Among the cultivators around, someone immediately shouted angrily.

"A scumbag who hides his head and shows his tail dares to call Senior Brother Qian Junior Brother, where do you put us?"

These words immediately got everyone's response.

"That's right, don't you take a pee to take care of yourself, and treat yourself as a character?"

"Hmph! I, Mr. Wang, have cut their roots, and I am not afraid of Losing face. You have made it clear that you are not sincere!" said a young man with pale complexion and vain footsteps.

When the rest of the cultivators saw him, a few words popped up in their minds—the leader of the wounded foursome.

They looked at this fellow student in awe and gave him a thumbs up.

That look seemed to say, senior brother, you are the real fierce person.

Everyone in Yuzhuyuan did not expect that these inner disciples would share their hatred with them.

Gan Zhenduo looked at Zhao Zhijing with a playful face, it was the first time he felt this feeling of being supported by everyone.

The little bastard named Zhao has plenty of time, so let's play slowly.

If I don't take a good breath for my Daxun today, I won't do it.

Zhao Zhijing was stupid, he never expected that things would develop to this point.

Looking at the surrounding Inner Sects with unkind eyes, he had an urge to go into a rage.

But with a grin, the severe pain on his face made him give up this plan.

"Junior Brother Gan, no, Senior Brother Gan, we are all disciples of the Shu Mountain lineage, so you can give Junior Brother a face."

"Ha ha."

Gan Zhenduo chuckled: "You said that you are a disciple of Shushan, you are from the Shushan lineage, and I still said that I am your father?"

"Will you call me Papa?"

"Besides, who can prove that you are a Shushan disciple, don't ask the Outer Sect disciple to make up the number."

The other classmates also nodded, and they also disdain this guy who looks like a rice dumpling.

Even the wounded four-member group can be aboveboard, what do you mean.

Besides, we're not just here to take out Devilish Qi's, but to see who's more unlucky.

If you do this, it will make everyone feel unbalanced.

Make things difficult!

This guy is deliberately making things difficult for me.

Zhao Zhijing clenched his fists subconsciously. He has grown so big, except for the occasional disadvantage when he meets Zhao Zhixun.

He has always been the one who gives others a face, but today he was made things difficult in front of so many people.

He felt like he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Brother Gan, to be honest, I am the descendant of the Seventh Elder—Zhao Zhijing."

"Oh."

Gan Zhenduo replied calmly, as if he understood, but also as if he didn't understand.

This made Zhao Zhijing a little crazy, what the hell is this guy doing?

Suddenly, among the crowd, a cultivator said:

"I remembered, Zhao Zhijing was the guy who fought Uncle Qin for the material for the fryer.

You snatched Uncle Qin's belongings, and Uncle Qin didn't care about you as much, so how dare you come to ask Uncle Qin now? "

Hearing these words, Zhao Zhijing was stunned, how could anyone still remember this.

Besides, I didn't even know that Qin Zhenchuan was sitting in that box.

Other people also began to sneer: "So it's this guy, no wonder he wants to hide his head and show his tail."

"Isn't he trying to cover up what he did?"

"That's right, she doesn't look like a man at all."

Gan Zhenduo didn't expect that the group of Inner Sect brothers would stun Zhao Zhijing until he couldn't speak.

Seeing the anger flashing in the other party's eyes, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Humph!"

Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly, shook his sleeves angrily, turned and left.

Staying here for a while longer would be a torment for him.

He didn't take a few steps, and there was a sneering voice from the crowd: "It's boring to walk away, it's boring."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter.

Hahaha……

Everyone's laughter was magical, and Gan Zhenduo and others were also infected, and couldn't help laughing.

Especially seeing Zhao Zhijing's Losing face in front of so many people, they were so happy.

Hearing the piercing laughter, Zhao Zhijing subconsciously quickened his own pace.

People here, just wait for me, one day, I will definitely... I will definitely come back!

Gan Zhenduo saw that Zhao Zhijing's back completely disappeared, and he returned to his usual appearance.

"Brothers, the eyes-obscuring person has left, we still follow the old rules."

"It's easy to say."

Everyone didn't take what happened just now to their hearts, they just regarded it as a fun after dinner.

Gan Zhenduo said to Bodhi cupped hands: "Master is in trouble."

"Um."

Bodhi responded, and then spoke out the scriptures of exorcism.

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Zhao Zhijing's other courtyard was in a mess, and he smashed everything in the courtyard to pieces as soon as he came back.

Use this to vent your dissatisfaction in your heart.

"Damn it!"

"Damn Gan Zhenduo, I have written down this account!"

None of the Outer Sect disciples on the side dared to speak.

They are well aware of this person's temper, and if they go up to persuade him at this time, they may end up being beaten up.

There was only one inner disciple, who whispered, "Brother Jing, why don't we go find Seventh Elder."

"Humph!"

Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly: "Do you want the family to label me useless?"

That inner disciple didn't dare to speak anymore, even though he joined the Inner Sect.

But his identity was far from Zhao Zhijing's.

The other party is a direct descendant of the Zhao family, and the Zhao family is just an inner disciple who is not favored by others.

Zhao Zhijing kept pacing in the courtyard, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. This anger made his whole body ache, as if being eaten by tens of thousands of ants.

"hiss……"

He gasped, clenched his hands into fists, and said unwillingly, "Prepare me a gift and go visit Zhao Zhixun!"

The inner disciple kindly reminded: "Brother Jing, didn't you say that..."

"Humph!"

Zhao Zhijing stopped him with a cold snort, and murmured: "When the Overlord also hibernates, this setback will definitely not affect my Dao heart, but will arouse my fighting spirit."

He was born with a heart of a hero, and those who do big things don't care about small things.

Seeing him like this, not only were the people not disappointed, but felt that Senior Brother Zhao was back, and that he was not overwhelmed by the little Heavenly Devil's aura.

After a while, everyone walked towards Zhao Zhixun's other courtyard.

It was different from the hustle and bustle of the past.

It was extremely quiet in Zhao Zhixun's courtyard this day.

If it weren't for the familiar sound of reading in the courtyard, they would never have thought that someone was inside.

Zhao Zhijing murmured, "Could it be that my cousin is really out of his mind?"

He gave his followers a look.

The latter immediately understood, and shouted into the yard:

"Brother Jing is here to pay a special visit."

"Enter."

A majestic, but somewhat domineering voice came from the courtyard.

If Zhao Zhijing didn't know his cousin's voice like the back of his hand, he might still feel that he came to the wrong place.

After a group of people entered the yard, they heard a creak.

The door opened, and Zhao Zhixun, who was dressed in a luxurious attire and exuded an aura of superiority in his gestures, came out slowly with a book in his hand.

He didn't speak, but the aura of aloofness on his body made many people present dare not look directly at him.

"you've changed."

Zhao Zhijing subconsciously said three words.

Zhao Zhixun took back the book in his hand: "That's right, I've changed, I don't know why Cousin Jing wants me?"

His tone is very flat, but it gives people a condescending feeling.

This made Zhao Zhijing a little puzzled for a while, what happened to this guy in just a few days?

He was puzzled, but still bit the bullet and said, "I've come to ask you for something."