Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

However, their worries are a bit redundant, and Chen Ming is now thinking about how to slap the blood evil sect in the face, so as to let out a bad breath.

"Cang Xuan, come here!" Qingshan Daoist beckoned, and Chen Ming immediately walked over and knelt down to worship.

He raised his throat and shouted loudly: "Apprentice, see the master!"

How is it, angry, envious, jealous? Your blood evil sect doesn't want me, you can't afford to climb the current me!

Chen Ming suddenly had a feeling of 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

It hasn't been thirty years, and emmmm is only three days.

But still very cool!

He didn't see that the disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect looked at Chen Ming with a mentally retarded look.

Cut, rubbish without roots, no savvy, can only get together with the rubbish mountain gate like Qingshan Sect.

Thank you for being so happy, I really don’t know, where are you happy!

Qingshan Daoist was very happy in his heart. Chen Ming called his master loudly. How could he not know the intention?

"Well, get up!" Qingshan Daoist shouted calmly on the surface.

"Hey, it's a long time to learn, hurry up! The old man is not free, it's time consuming here!" Blood Fiend Elder was a little impatient, and wasted a lot of time.

[Ding, the mission is released, defeat the disciple of the blood evil sect who came to provoked! 】

The voice of the system rang in Chen Ming's mind.

Even if there is no system, Chen Ming intends to take action. This is a good opportunity for performance. How could he miss it?

"Master, let me play!" Chen Ming volunteered.

Qingshan Daoist lightly nodded his head, and said calmly: "Well, just go. If your senior brother and sister are playing, it is inevitable that someone will say that we are bullying the small."

You take the initiative to invite you, it's very much to my heart, yes! good!

With the permission of Qingshan Daoist, Chen Ming slowly walked to the middle, full of energy, holding a small wooden sword, and pointing at the blood evil sect.

Qing Shan Daoist stared at the small wooden sword in Chen Ming's hand!

Um?

Small wooden sword?

Is this still playing like this? All they took were mysterious iron swords, your little wooden sword went up, are you sure it's not a joke?

Qing Shan Daoist turned his head and glanced at the big apprentice Lin Wentian, his eyes seemed to be asking: What's the matter with the small wooden sword in Cang Xuan's hand? If someone wants to go to war, you won't find him an iron sword?

Lin Wentian was also very aggrieved. There is no extra weapon in the Qingshan Sect, only a profound iron sword, which he often wears.

"Cang Xuan, although it is a competition, you should not take it lightly. You take your big brother's sword." Qingshan Daoist shouted to the energetic Chen Ming in front.

Does the master care about me? So moved!

"You don't need the master, just these trash snacks, you don't need the big brother's sword!" Chen Ming turned around and said with a smile.

He has absolute self-confidence and can crush the blood evil sect.

After all, what I worshipped was the Hidden World Sect. If even the little blood evil sect cannot be crushed, that much Losing face!

"Huh, arrogant boy, who are you going?" Elder the blood evil snorted and looked at the disciples.

"I'm going!" A young man carrying a long sword walked out.

"Trash, you only deserve to stay in the trash mountain! The Blood Sect didn't want you at the beginning, and now you don't have the qualifications to challenge the Blood Sect!" The young man looked at Chen Ming and mocked.

Is this how villain died of talking?

Chen Ming has read countless novels and knows clearly that as soon as those villains come up, they like to talk a lot.

However, in order to be polite and stand, Chen Ming replied politely: "I am Cang Xuan, the worst disciple of the Qingshan Sect, please advise!"

When Chen Ming named the worst disciple, all of the Qingshan Sect blushed.

Entering the eighth level of Qi training in a day, is this still bad?

Everyone looked at Jiang Haoran, all that the cargo was too much to pretend to be too much, and the ‘Chao Jin Lian Qi Mu into the Foundation Building’ exaggerated too much.

Jiang Haoran was embarrassed for a while, avoiding their eyes and cheering for Chen Ming.

"Little brother, come on!"

"Well, I will!" Chen Ming nodded seriously.

"Remember, the one who defeated you is called Chang Tai!" The disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect declared himself a name.

The two sides entered the arena, and after the courtesy, the fight started directly.

"Take my sword, Guanlan's great sea!" Chang Tai suddenly attacked and killed with a sword.

Chen Ming single-handed Yujian, the small wooden sword flew away in the air, and the Yujian stabbed at the moment Chang Tai rushed.

call out……

The wooden sword stroked the Shattering Void at the extreme speed. Before Chang Tai could see clearly, the wooden sword was already close.

Mrs. Chang was too late to take the sword and evade, and was stabbed with a wooden sword and flew more than ten meters away.

boom!

The wooden sword entered the flesh for three points, and often fell to the ground too hard.

Fortunately, the stabbing on the left shoulder did not hurt his life.

hiss!

hiss!

hiss!

All of the Blood Fiend Sect, as well as all of the Qingshan Sect, sucked three air-conditioners in succession.

This, this... is too fierce!

Everyone in the Qingshan Sect knows that the cultivation time of Chen Ming is only three days. Sword practice time, but two days.

In these short three days, he defeated the ninth-tier Changtai of the Blood Fiend Sect in one move.

Cultivation is less than three days, far surpassing the disciples of other people's cultivation for three years.

Who dares to believe this?

Blood Fiend When Elder thought of Chen Ming going up, he said, "I am the weakest disciple of the Qingshan Sect", and his face felt hot and painful.

The weakest disciple, defeat the strongest disciple of your blood evil sect.

Face slap, this is definitely face slap! Hit him in the face of the blood evil sect!

"So weak!" Chen Ming said lightly.

He thought that the disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect was very strong, but with a light blow, he flew upside down, too weak.

As soon as these words came out, the blood evil Elder wanted to choke Chen Ming to death.

A slap is not enough, we have to continue!

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