Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

Cheng Xuan didn't put everyone in his eyes, so naturally he didn't see other people's contemptuous eyes.

This year's youth prosperity has been much flattering, with groups of three to five discussing the upcoming competition, and no one is bragging, and no one is chanting poems.

Cheng Xuan and Chang Daoming walked into a pavilion. After drinking a glass of wine, Cheng Xuan began to write poetry:

"The autumn wind enters the border town, warming the chrysanthemums to bloom.

Accompanied by Phoenix City, the mountain city is in sight. "

After reading a poem, Cheng Xuan deliberately operated the Cultivation Base to amplify his own voice. Although the voice was flat, everyone could hear it.

Everyone:...

When Cheng Xuan saw that everyone was shocked by himself, he couldn't help but was overjoyed, and a smile appeared on his face.

Sure enough, no matter where the genius goes, it is the focus of the audience. Hey, so talented, I can't help it.

Cheng Xuan, Cheng Xuan, you are so talented.

Everyone was not shocked because they read the poems so well, but they were thinking, what kind of stuff are they reading?

Bang bang bang...

"Okay, I didn't expect that Junior Brother would have such talent."

Chang Daoming applauded and admired, he really feels that his younger brother is talented and capable.

Everyone couldn't help it anymore, and couldn't help but complain.

"I'll go, just imitate the younger brother, what kind of shit poem is this?"

"Yes, you are boasting, do you think you are Granny Wang? These days, in order to be famous, you really don't have a face."

"Hey, fortunately, you still dare to write poetry here. I really don't know where you have the courage. I don't have the courage in Chunhua Pavilion."

...

More and more people complained, this time Cheng Xuan heard it.

When Cheng Xuan heard that everyone was scolding him, saying that he was imitating the younger brother, he couldn't help getting angry.

"enough!"

An angry shout, like a sound wave, suppressed the people who were making complaints.

Cheng Xuan's veins rose violently, his eyes were like torches, staring at everyone.

Ever since he was a child, he has been admired by others. He Cheng has been so insulted?

It's fine to say that his poems are not good, and that he imitated the younger brother?

Who is the junior brother? Cheng Xuan really didn't know.

Ye Fan, who had just entered, looked at the quietness in the back garden, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Lao Mu, isn't this a youth event? Why is it so quiet?" Ye Fan asked in a low voice.

"Xiao Fan, look at it." Mu Lao Divine Sense in the ring said through voice transmission.

After everyone calmed down, Cheng Xuan said coldly: "You said I imitated the younger brother, I would like to know, who is the so-called younger brother?"

After Cheng Xuan finished speaking, his eyes swept to everyone.

Everyone was surprised by Cheng Xuan's gaze. Those eyes seemed to kill people.

"Cut, imitate just imitate, now it's broken, and it's still arrogant, it's really not wanting face."

Someone laughed.

"Who, come out!"

Cheng Xuan shouted angrily, no one answered. No one knew the person who spoke just now in the crowd.

"Little Junior Brother, please be at peace. First ask them clearly what they mean by'Little Junior Brother' before speaking." Chang Daoming persuaded him.

Just about to continue, Cheng Xuan will arouse public anger. They may not be afraid of one person or two people, but for a group of people, they still have to weigh.

Everyone present is someone from Sect. If it is all angered, even if their Sect is promoted to the sixth rank Sect, the other Sects will not be seen, and it will be difficult for them to get along with the Evergreen Sect.

Cheng Xuan suppressed his anger and asked calmly, "Little Junior Brother, who is it?"

If I dare to steal my limelight and cause me to be humiliated by everyone, I will not forgive him.

Chen Ming, who was far away in the inn, suddenly sneezed, "Snee!" Chen Ming scratched his head, a little puzzled.

Strange, who is thinking about me? Is it the master?

Everyone didn't answer Cheng Xuan's question, who would take care of him?

"Xiao Fan, it seems that a Tianjiao once appeared here, please inquire about it." Mu Lao Divine Sense in the ring transmitted to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan came back to his senses and asked everyone who the junior brother was.

"Little brother, this is a god, let me tell you. Last night, he realized Phoenix Blood Essence in Phoenix Tan, and retreated everyone with a sword."

"Today, I am here to recite a poem, a line of poem, so everyone admires it."

...

The man boasted about Chen Ming with Ye Fan.

"It looks like a genius, Xiao Fan, you have a goal." Mu Lao murmured.

And Cheng Xuan also asked who the junior brother is, carrying a wooden sword, and two senior brothers by his side, handsome and handsome, with extraordinary temperament.

"You are the little brother, right?"

When Cheng Xuan saw Ye Fan, he immediately rushed to Ye Fan's side and asked in a cold voice.

Ye Fan was also carrying a wooden sword, and there were two people talking to him standing beside him, and Cheng Xuan locked him.

Ye Fan:...

I'm really not right, I just came in, and heard the reputation of the younger brother, so I asked passers-by.

Why did you get to me?

Where are the people laughing? It's really anxious for Cheng Xuan's IQ.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Cheng Xuan heard everyone ridicule, and for a while, he was furious, and decided that Ye Fan was the younger brother, and immediately prepared to take action.

"I don't care who you are, I robbed me of the limelight, and if I was humiliated, you deserve to die!"

Cheng Xuan shouted angrily and drew out the wooden sword to attack Ye Fan.

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