Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

I heard the people admiring the monarchy on the stage, and his face was dark and unclear.

Since the beginning of a year ago, some people from time to time in the Qingxu Jianzong have compared them. I don’t know who said it, but slowly there is such a kind of*

Both of them are modest gentlemen, but they only hear that people are trying too hard, and the temperament of Jun Yan is born. In other words, the smell of people is like the water of the fragrance, while the king is the colorless and tasteless water. The water is not fragrant, too fragrant and fake.

In this regard, I feel a little angry.

How busy is this, is it analyzed like this?

Indeed, the elegant temperament of Jun Yan is the same as himself, but more natural than himself. It seems a bit reluctant, as if he does not want to be so elegant.

... it’s too deceiving.

This person always gave him a feeling of not quite right, and made him look fearful.

This dark emotion, he once told others several times, but in exchange for the sympathy and gaze of the younger brothers, "You are swearing, want to discredit him, we all understand." There is no resonance.

So he never said it again, and he closed his mouth with grievances.

What happened to everyone, was he blindfolded?

The deacon disciple said in the ring: "Hui Shifeng Jun Yanzhi is ready, please let the Fengzhu enlighten me."

The voice did not fall, a short fat man flew down from the stage, a gray coat, no face is a bit gloomy, hoarse voice, such as sandstone worn over the iron plate is generally uncomfortable: "I will try."

Liu Qianmo bites his teeth and whispers: "Sure enough, he!"

The peak of Hong Xiufeng, Zhao Ningtian!

Kuching said softly: "I heard that the brothers had sinned him a few days ago. What happened?"

Liu Qianmo said angrily: "Why do you want to sin against him? Just a rumor, Jun Shidi once said that Hui Shifeng passed down the "Cao Cao Jing", and the future is not the worst, and Hong Xiufeng becomes The peak of the bottom."

Kuching Pingdao: "Zhao Feng's main character is strong, I am afraid that there is a thorn in my heart..."

Mo Shaoyan can't help but wonder: "Senior brothers don't like to be alive, be cautious, and pay special attention to words. How can you say this naive?"

"Someone is arrogant, but I don't know who it is."

Kuching said: "That Zhao Feng also believes?"

Liu Qian said: "I don't believe it, don't believe it. We found 'Yuanmu Lingshi' a year ago. With the inheritance of the ancient scroll, he has been screaming in his heart and can't vent. Recently there is such a rumor. He is in the middle of his pain. He is afraid that he will take this opportunity to teach you a brother-in-law, and take the opportunity to beat us and come out of the evil spirits."

Mo Shaoyan couldn't help but worry: "So, is it true that the brothers and sisters are not upset?"

He Ling said coldly: "We will be reasonable when we press the bottom. They will find someone to vent their anger and deceive too much."

Liu Qian is down, and the voice is getting smaller and smaller: "If our Master is here, let us be..."

How good is that?

Wen Jing held the bag in his hand and only nervously watched the battle on the platform.

Zhao Ningtian looked coldly at Jun Yanzhi.

There is a very light fragrance in the nose...

His eyebrows wrinkled, and the chunky body suddenly leaped quickly, and a yellow sword appeared in the hand. He waved in the air, and suddenly there were thousands of blades, all of which spurred toward the monarchy, showing the trend of the sky, making people unable to escape.

"There is snow in the mountains!" Someone was excited at the stage.

The only way to avoid the monarchy is to jump off the ring and roll on the ground to escape.

Zhao Ningtian is trying to force Jun Yan to step down and admit defeat, otherwise he will suffer from the hardship of Wan Jian.

Jun Yan's unmoving sound, his hands quickly slashed in the air, and suddenly there appeared a shield that covered the whole body, and slender eyes looked coldly at Zhao Ningtian.

"Jun Shidi, step down!" Liu Qian is anxious.

One or two don't admit defeat, die to face, if you have no life, you regret it!

He Ling whispered: "Yeah."

I can't help but feel a little comfortable. Zhao Ningtian's technique is extremely powerful, and he has made seven successes. This kind of spiritual shield can't stop even for a moment. Jun Yan will be seriously injured, and even... will die.

Just listening to a few crisp sounds, the blade hit the shield, and one force pushed the king to the edge of the ring.

Then, the Spirit Shield broke and the Aura was scattered.

Several people panicked: "Jun brother!"

I thought that a few blades had to be pierced into the body, blood was flowing, but the miserable scene did not happen. After the Shield broke, there were still a few solidified in the air, with white light. It was the point where the hands of Jun Yan’s hands were just a few, and he was specially placed in the second layer of obstacles.

When I was in the midst of a thousand years, I was able to discern the direction of the spirit, and I was so calm and careful that I didn’t have to say it.

It’s just a hundred secrets, and those obstacles only protect his body.

Then, the thigh of Jun Yan was stabbed by a spirit blade and flowed out of blood.

In an instant, a few crisp sounds were heard, and when the second layer of obstacles were to be broken, the surrounding edge of the blade had already flown, no danger. Jun Yanzhi flew into the air, several turned over, fluttering on the ground, and the green shirt was flying.

Quietly under the stage, suddenly burst into cheers.

The disciples of Hui Shifeng were excited and shouted: "Jun brother is winning!"

The deacon disciple shouted: "Hui Shifeng Jun Yan's block is a move, and he has five stones!"

Zhao Ningtian brows deep lock, cold and cold looking to Jun Yanzhi, but suddenly a burst of embarrassment.

The scent of the nose is getting thicker and thicker, harassing his consciousness...

The deacon disciple whispered: "Zhao Fengzhu, a move has passed, it is time to go back to Taiwan."

Zhao Ningtian only stared at Jun Yanzhi, and the red light flashed and his body trembled.

"Zhao Fengzhu... Zhao Fengzhu?" The deacon disciple felt that something was wrong and shouted softly.

Suddenly, a raging aura spread out on the stage, and Zhao Ningtian held a yellow long sword with red eyes and stabbed one of the swords of Jun Yan.

"Mom!" The deacon disciple stood unsteadily and fell to the downfall.

Jun Yan's tight brow, turned a few times in the ring, and escaped a sword in a thrilling way, calmly shouted: "Zhao Fengzhu, a move has passed!"

The disciples under the audience hurriedly shouted: "Zhao Fengzhu, can't fight again!"

Liu Qianmo frowned: "It's not right, look at his eyes!"

Kuching’s shortness of breath: “The same as the disciple of the water palace in the water!”

He Ling and Wen Jing have already rushed up.

Zhao Ningtian did not kill him. The ring had already broken a big hole, but he was crazy and issued a trick. The aura was so violent that he was dead.

Jun Yan's wolf flew into the air, but the repair was too big, the arms and chest were swept by the sword, and suddenly the blood flowed, fell on the ring, and stood up.

At this time, He Ling was already standing on the platform, and a spirit blade hit Zhao Ningtian. The man only attacked, did not hide, and was injured behind him, pouring blood and making a roar.

At this moment, he is a violent beast, and his mind is unclear. He only wants to kill and rushes toward He Ling.

Wen Jing quickly helped Jun Yanzhi with tears in his eyes: "Jun brother..."

"...nothing."

The disciple of Hong Xiufeng is unknown. I was looking at the strangeness on the stage. When I saw Zhao Ningtian’s injury, I was annoyed: “Three people besieged our Master!”

When you say it, you have to fly to the ring to fight.

When the war broke out, there was a sudden male voice in the air: "Don’t let go!"

"Xi Zongzhu!"

The man in the dark green cloak was on the platform, and the sleeves swayed, giving a resounding aura. Zhao Ningtian was unsteady by this aura, and he slammed and slashed to the table.

The mat placed the micro-locking eyebrows, the sleeves were light and the aura was thunderous.

Zhao Ningtian took a stroke in his chest and spit out a blood. His eyes closed and fell to the ground, not knowing how to live or die.

There was silence in the downfall.

Several peak owners flew down to the ring, watching Zhao Ningtian bow his head.

Xi Fang told his own disciple Zhu Xi: "Take Zhao Feng's master with a black iron lock, shut in prison, and thoroughly investigate this matter!"

"Yes." Zhu Xi ordered a few disciples and gently carried Zhao Ningtian down.

In the downfall, everyone whispered and talked.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, it seems to be the same as Shuiyue Palace a few years ago..."

"Is the mind controlled by people? Until now, the murderer has not been found."

"The disciple of Shuiyue Palace seems to be poisoned..."

"Is Zhao Feng Lord just coming back from the mountain? Is it poisoned when going down the mountain?"

"How come to the present?"

"I do not know……"

The table looked at the seriously injured Jun Yanzhi and He Ling, and screamed: "Today's test is over here, and continue after three days. The disciples should concentrate on cultivation, and must not guess this thing. Can you know?"

"Yes!"

The banter whispered to Lu Changqing: "Turn it over and check it carefully."

"Yes."

Zhao Ningtian’s incident made everyone unable to guard against it. Jun Yanzhi and He Ling were both seriously injured and sent back to their residences to rest. Among the disciples of Hui Shifeng, only Jun Yanzhi and Mo Shaoyan understood the repairing technique. However, Mo Shaoyan’s cultivation was too shallow, and it was of little use. After the disc was known, he sent people to heal them.

Busy in the middle of the night, the two injured a little better, and finally stabilized. Everyone was exhausted, and a few young people were even more tired. They slept and slept, and Liu Qianmo rushed to rest.

Wen Jing still sat on the edge of the bed, holding a small bowl and feeding Jun Yan's porridge in one bite.

Liu Qianmo's upper and lower eyelids fight: "Jun Shidi, you are better, I went to bed first."

Jun Yan’s busy voice: “Teach the brother to rest.”

"...you still want to stay here?" Liu Qianmo raised his eyebrows at Wenjing.

Wen Jing feeds Jun Yan one of the porridge, whispered: "I am sleeping here tonight."

Liu Qianmu is dumb: "...you really care about your brother, so, you are with me, I am leaving."

"Brothers go slowly." Jun Yan said politely.

Liu Qianmo no longer talk nonsense, nodded and left.

The door was not tight, and it was swaying.

Wen Jing still sat quietly, feeding him bit by bit, his voice whimpered: "I still hurt?"

Knowing that this is the result, it can't stop it.

The trial is determined by the lottery. If Wen Jing wants to change his life, it means that he wants to give up the opportunity and cannot participate in the five major schools. The consequences are even more unbearable...

Jun Yan’s soft voice: “There is still a point...”

Wen Jing put down the small bowl and touched the forehead of Jun Yan: "What can I do? Can I use the repair method to heal?"

"...can't get a reiki, my body is cold."

"I will give you up!" Wen Jing quickly took his wrist.

The warmth of the sun gradually flows into the body and spreads to the limbs, which makes people feel much more comfortable. The two sat quietly, and Wen Jing said again: "Is it better?"

Jun Yanzhi bowed slightly: "...the aura is warm, but the speed is a bit slow."

"............" With the hand, it is not the fastest...

"........."

Silence for a long time, the atmosphere is a bit awkward, Wen Jing finally bite his teeth: "If I am to ventilate, will the brothers feel offended?"

The head of Jun Yanzhi is a little deeper: "...for healing, it is not offensive."

"...also, too."

The half of Jun Yan was lying down, and Wen Jing raised his head slightly, his face slowly approaching.

"The brothers don't care, we are healing."

"Ok……"

The nose touched, Wenjing's face was hot, and the lips were lightly attached, soft and smooth, with a little crisp/hemp.

"Brother, you open your mouth."

"Ok……"

Obviously promised but no response, Wen Jing concentrated on the tongue to open the lips of the monarch, and the small tongue was properly arranged, the body's warm and yang gas poured out.

The hand of Jun Yanzhi hangs on the waist of Wen Jing.

The two adjusted their posture slightly, and Wen Jing bowed his head and succumbed to him.

He is vague: "Is it more comfortable?"

"Ok……"

If the tongue seems to have no ground sweeping, Wen Jing only feels numb and crisp, and a burst of unspeakable warmth comes, slowly forgetting everything around him.

I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, there was a "Oops" at the door. The strange voice of Liu Qianmo came: "What are you doing?"

Wen Jing stayed, slammed his head and sat up halfway, only to see Liu Qianmo and He Ling standing at the door, looking at him in a strange look.

"I, I am..." Wenjing wiped his lips and stammered.

He Ling frowned: "Your brother is seriously injured, do you take advantage of him to take advantage of him?"

Wen Jing’s tears dripped: “No, no...”

He wants to cry without tears, look down at the posture of the two, and he rides on the body of Jun Yan unceremoniously, and suddenly feels a bit ridiculous.

Jun Yan calmly sat half-healed: "He is healing for me."

Liu Qianmu frowned and looked at He Ling and closed his mouth.

He Ling said faintly: "Therapy will heal the wounds."