Let’s Chat About The Guy Who Entered The Book To Chase After Me

Not long after, the conversation in the hall passed on ten hundred times, and spread throughout the entire Shui Yunzong, and then stirred up a thousand layers of waves like a stone, setting off an uproar.

A large number of outside students think that this is an opportunity, and they have applied to join the ring. There are many pretentious outsiders who threaten to use combat power to identify those who can enter the inside door by exception. This quota should belong to themselves.

Ji Ziang is very happy about this. Although Wen Xuan and Qi Jibai both praised simplicity, Ji Ziang didn't think that simplicity really had the ability to go outside first. Naturally, the more opportunities to kick simplicity, the better. But he couldn't even let the simple guard in such a situation and play the wheel battle with one enemy. This is too obvious, not good, and it hurts the image of his kind heart.

As a result, in the end the ring was simply made into an outside door. All the outside disciples continue to play out one-on-one until the final winner is decided, and then they are directly qualified to enter the inside.

This is reasonable and fair, and everyone is satisfied.

However, when it fell on the head of simplicity, an additional condition was added: if the final winner was not simple, then in view of his despicable behavior of exaggerating his strength and going through the back door, he would be directly expelled from the gate.

"Brother Jane, I'm sorry." Wen Xuanbian sighed, picking out simple instruments that could be given to his home in Dongfu, "this time I was too veiled to cover you up."

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Jian Jian asked with a smile, "Don't you think I can win?"

"Of course not." Wen Xuan turned out a bamboo flute, looked it over in his hands, handed it to Jian Jian, and continued to look for others, "But after all, I'm asking you trouble."

"It's both trouble and opportunity." Jian Jian tapped the bamboo flute gently.

This bamboo flute is not a good instrument, but there is music played when the blade is released. Elegant elegance is more practical than Wen Xuan did not like to use it. However, Wenxuan has limited inventory on hand, and there are very few magic instruments that can be used during the gas refining period. No matter whether it is practical or not, you can only try it out.

"If I can win this championship in public, the benefits will be much more troublesome." Jian Wei smiled slightly, "thanks to my brother for the opportunity."

"You're confident." Wen Xuan threw him a cloth pocket again.

Jian Jian raised his hand and caught it. "So Brother, what do you know about those disciples outside? Do you think I have a chance to win?"

This is really the right question. The disciples of Shui Yunzong, Wen Xuan of the inner door, are all recognized, and at least one or two of the outer door are known. Wen Xuan thought about it and smiled helplessly. "Don't say, there are really a few hard stubble."

But he was not so worried about this sentence. No matter how hard the stubble is, it is not as simple as it is. In the face of the skill and determination of the third-level monster at the beginning, few people could do it, let alone the delicate layout of Xue Bing's four or two pounds.

Jian Jian put a piece of jade in front of him with a smile, "Those stubbles, can you help me make a list?"

This is really overwhelming. It seems that he not only wants to win, but also crushes the win, and wins beautifully.

Wen Xuan looked at him for his virtues, but he felt a little happy, and couldn't help laughing.

The inside door was bigger than before, with a total of three days of preparation.

In the past three days, Jianxian went up to visit each one according to Wenxuan's list. Wen Xuan also found a total of twelve pieces of magical instruments, all of which were given to the simple. In addition to the bamboo flute and the cloth pocket that can emit mist, there is also a low-grade top-level magic sword, five armors, a pair of boots, and several auxiliary spare weapons, so that they can be easily used by themselves. Then Wen Xuan evened out some of his contribution to the past, so that he could prepare some more Fudandan medicine and so on.

Three days, in this busy preparation, also passed away.

Jian Jian headed to the side of the competition table, which was placed at the outside door, and looked at the battle table distributed in his own hands. Coincidentally, Wenxuan listed him a total of ten hard stubble that day. If he keeps up the competition table, all of them may be hit by him.

This mindset is clearly revealed. But who, besides himself, would notice this little trick on the battle table? I'm afraid they just think it's a coincidence. Simple with a smile, she looked up and gave a deep look at Ji Ziang, who was in the middle of the stand. Then he looked to the left again, passing Chu Lian next to Ji Ziang, falling on Wen Xuan behind Chu Lian, and nodding with a smile.

The bell of the outside door rang like this.

The number of disciples outside Shui Yunzong is more than several times the number of inner disciples. To win the final victory, they have to compete for 13 games. In the first three games, the simple opponents were arranged normally. Therefore, for these three games, it is two words for simple—the abuse of vegetables.

As soon as he came on stage, his figure shook, and a fireball smashed while the opponent was still in a bun, just hitting the opposite door. With only one breath, this game wins.

For the whole three games, the same winning method, the same spike.

This performance can be achieved, firstly, because of the shoes on his feet, making him much faster than ordinary people, and secondly, the fireball he sent out, the angle of which was tricky, and he had hit it before he saw it. And the most important advantage is naturally in response and consciousness. People who have experienced the battle of life and death are so different from ordinary outsiders.

These three wins were so beautiful, they suddenly caused an exclamation. After all, this fight started because of him, most people will pay attention to him. Ji Ziang and the elders in the stands even turned black.

After a while, Ji Ziang smiled. No hurry, his arrangement was originally behind.

In the fourth game, Jian Jian met his first "hard stubble".

Then ... he took three breaths.

This is about one of the magic instruments that Wenxuan gave him. The runny bag that was simply pinned around his waist had no other effect, it could save him the effort to reach for a runny. With a single aura of mind, you can inspire the amulets in it, which is really suitable for simplicity.

Now that Fuyu bag is filled with dreadfulness, a movement of mind, smashed by dozens of killing tricks, can scare people to death.

"Assign." Simple arched his hand and smiled at the unfortunate egg on the opposite side that had been stunned.

Ji Ziang sneered in the stands, "but relying on Fu Yu's benefit."

The words didn't fall off, another ringing on the competition stage, and another person shot a bunch of falcons to win the victory. With a closer look, it was the second family of Zhangjia who was praised by the elders for their diligence.

"Headmaster Ming Jian." Wen Xuan respectfully said.

Ji Ziang unnaturally waved his hand and grinned, "Fu Xun used well, naturally it is a skill. But to win to the end, Fu Xun alone is not enough."

"The disciples think so too." Wen Xuan continued to respect.

As soon as they talked, the fifth game began. Coincidentally, the simple opponent this time was the second home of Zhang Family.

A Fu Fu pairing, immediately opened gorgeously.

After three breaths, it stopped abruptly.

Jian Jian stood next to Zhang Jiaer, who was lying on the ground and was constantly humming. He clapped his hands, showing an invincible loneliness on his face.

"Fu Xun's good use is also a skill." Wen Xuan laughed.

Although there were a lot of Fu Family members in Zhang Family, none of them could be easily captured. The simple steps are light and the eyes are even more fierce. In this way, of course, there is no doubt about the outcome.

Ji Ziang had a black face and didn't reply to him at all. After all the disciples had finished the fifth game, he got up and raised his hands to depress the noisy on and off the stage. Yang said, "After five games today, all your disciples are tired, so take a break first. Late, the remaining seven games will be compared tomorrow. "

Having said that, he took a deep look at the still-filled Fu Zhi bag on the simple waist, "In addition, there is a rule to be modified. Many disciples today use Fu Zhi, and although Fu Yi is one of Daoxing, it has a financial relationship It ’s very big. Many disciples in the outer gates have poor families, which is really unfair to them. Therefore, from tomorrow on, the outer gates will be better off than banning runes. ”

After having finished speaking, he sat back with a smile, and his heart finally calmed down.

But he looked at Wenxuan beside Chu Lian, and looked at the simplicity of the audience, but found that the expression on their faces was a little happier than himself.

When the crowds dispersed, Jian Xuan came to Wenxuan, reached out and pulled out the stack of things in the Fufu bag, and laughed so tightly that he couldn't hold his mouth. "Master is really helpful this time."

I saw the pile of things, and only a few of them on the surface were reusable runes, and the waste paper was completely stuffed, so that bag was full.

"It's all your little boy's sliding head." Wen Xuan shook his head helplessly.

"Could have to cooperate with my brother to get our master in charge." Jian Yi smiled to Wenxuan's side and pulled his arm. "You don't need to worry about those rich people anymore."

Wen Xuan sighed and reminded, "Financial resources ... can not only be reflected in Fuyu."

"When it comes to magic instruments, my brother sent me so many, everything is very powerful." Simple and decisive said, "Where do I need to be afraid of others?"

Wen Xuan knew that this remark was pure comfort.

Sure enough, on the second day of the match, in the first game, Jian Jian met an extremely powerful opponent.

This is the grandson in the elder's mouth.

An elder's grandfather was at the door, and the grandson held a powerful shield as soon as he came up. Although it is not as powerful as the ones that Luo Qingquan took out that day, the simple offensive is not as sharp as Wen Xuan's original. It can't be broken in any way, and the flying sword cannot be traced down. This man is still very alert, and the simple speed cannot be bypassed.

If it is just impossible to break the defense, the man still has a huge sword in his other hand. Every time he pinpointed the direction of simplicity, he held a shield and slammed in the past, then lifted his sword ... Fortunately, simplicity escaped every time, otherwise, it would be stabbed, and it still hurts.

After a short while, Jianxi no longer approached, only walking around, and using a bamboo flute to release the wind blade from time to time to harass. The sound of a bamboo flute is a musical sound, and it sounds pretty good. But the voice was like a beacon, and the other party didn't even need to see where he was. He only needed to hear the music and raise his hand to block it.

Ji Ziang and others on the stage smiled again. The elder grandpa really laughed like a flower.

"This kid is really nothing more than that. Look, this is about to lose."

"What's the use of scrambling around there?"

Really useless, easy to know. Going on like this is just a waste of energy, and sooner or later you will be caught by the other side, simply knowing.

He finally encountered the first "hard stubble" in the true sense.

Then simply frowned and gritted his teeth, took out the cloth pocket from his sleeve, and untied it.

Suddenly a fog rose up around him, and instantly covered the entire Biaodoutai. This cloth pocket has no killing power and can only confuse people's eyes. And because the order is not high, the fog that can be emitted is also limited. Fortunately, it is so large than the bucket platform, but it has received wonderful results.

Within a short while, the opponent could see nothing.

But there is another drawback to this mist, that is, it is indifferent to me. Simplicity can't be seen now either-yet this fact is unknown to others.

I saw that the opponent had already been on alert for twelve minutes, and shielded himself firmly with his shield. His ears were sharpened, listening to every movement. His ears were sensitive and he soon found simple footsteps.

Is trying to determine the position again, another voice suddenly violently overwhelmed the footsteps.

"铮".

It is the sound of the music from the bamboo flute!

"Here!" The person judged that the direction was a corner, and he was immediately overjoyed, he quickly ran the shield down, rushed away, and tried to keep the simplicity out of there.

Just then, a breeze fell gently beside him.

"Wrong," a voice came from his ears in the fog, and a breath blew up a layer of goosebumps behind his neck, and a sharp sword was already attached to his back with the cold, "In Here it is. "2k novel reading network