Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

After eating the white fruit, the big turtle climbed back to the foot of Wen Jing and was picked up by Wen Jing. Wen Jingxi said: "This turtle has not eaten for a few days, and it will not be so ruthless in peacetime. Today, you owe you a bunch of fruit, and you will return it to you in the future. This is the turtle of my brother, look for him. I can do it."

The tour said with a smile: "The human condition is such a thing, naturally, the more others owe me, the better."

Wen Jing thought about himself before he had some connection with him and said: "The last time I was lucky enough to win you once again, I have a chance to compete again in the next day. If you are in this case, do you want to continue to investigate?"

It’s like a dagger: “Nature is to check, are you interested?”

"Have."

The tour seemed to think about it, but smiled and said: "Let's talk about it."

Wen Jing thought that he was not familiar with him. His heart was also very preventive. He said: "Also, change the day and say it. I will take a step first."

The big turtle lies in the arms of Wen Jing and retracts his head into the shell, seeming to have fallen asleep. Wen Jing took it and flew back to his place of residence, locked the door tightly and went to the Tianhengfeng Hall.

The main hall is built on the mountainside, facing the cliffs. In front of the temple, a bluestone square that can accommodate hundreds of people, a blue smoke, a long-haired old man wearing a robe, standing on the sword, is a bronze statue of the dead wood Taoist 3,000 years ago. The dead wood Taoist blood washed the Mount Yangyang in the same year, and Li Wei was famous. Therefore, the bronze statue looked cold and faintly revealed the meaning of chilling.

Wen Jing came to the front of the temple, and Baiyun floated halfway up the mountain, such as stepping on his feet and floating.

A disciple in front of the temple stopped him and said with no anger: "Who are you? You are not allowed to go in."

"I am a disciple of Hui Shifeng, and my brother told me to help."

The disciple was a big man, and he looked at Wen Jing’s gentle and polite appearance. He was even lower than his own cultivation. He was impatient and wanted to drive him away. The disciple standing next to him whispered: "The wind of the monarch is booming. Now you can't offend him. Why don't you go in and ask?"

The disciple was a little embarrassed and unwilling to grind for a while: "You wait."

He ran into the hall, and after a while he ran out and said that his attitude was better: "Go in."

There are a few disciples lying neatly in the hall, as quiet as a morgue. However, the scent of the vegetation is faint and floating, and there is no feeling of lifelessness. Instead, it is full of vitality and refreshing.

Jun Yanzhi stood at the end of the main hall, gently rubbed his wrist and sat down.

Headed by Zhu Xi and Wen Renmu, more than a dozen founding disciples stand together and look to Jun Yanzhi from afar. Xi Fang, Lu Zhishan and Lu Changqing also sat on the high platform of the temple and looked down from the high platform.

The gaze has a look, a sigh, and more is an expectation.

His success or not determines the future of the Qingxu Jianzong.

Wen Jing stood at the door of the main hall and suddenly realized that Jun Yan is an unreachable person.

And he can only look up.

He has no extraordinary looks, and he is not proud of his cultivation.

Therefore, he can only look at it.

Despite this, he did not feel uncomfortable.

Jun Yanzhi placed his hand on the forehead of the disciple, closed his eyes and entered the realm of selflessness.

The time slowly passed, and the hall was quiet and could not hear the sound. Only the white air rose from the head of the disciple. The statue of Jun Yan sat still, and the thin sweat on his face.

In fact, he wants to let this disciple recover his mind. It is very simple. Just move your mind and the disciple can act as usual.

It is a pity that under the eyes of the public, he must use the "Hundred Thousands of Souls". Fortunately, he did not suffer from this technique. The light in Dantian was washed once every time he turned around the body. When I treat people, I am also practicing. After practicing to the tenth floor, the magical power in the body may be exhausted.

I don't know how long it took, the body of the disciple twitched, and a small blood packet suddenly appeared on his forehead. Jun Yanzhi opened his eyes and quickly broke the blood bag with a silver needle. Suddenly, the dark red blood rushed out, and it seemed that I couldn’t wait.

The disciple’s head hangs and faints again.

Jun Yanzhi picked up a clean white cloth from the side and wiped the blood of the disciple's forehead. He took a look at Wen Jing, who was standing thirty or forty steps away from himself, and stood up and placed his face on the table: "The blood of the magic repair is forced out, and you can take it down and rest."

The faces of several Zhuji disciples suddenly eased and relaxed, and there was a low-pitched discussion in the hall. Zhu Xi’s two people came up and carried the disciple down and told him: “Follow the care of this disciple. If there is a sign of enchantment, immediately report it.”

"Yes."

When everyone is relaxing, the seats are still expressionless.

The look of Jun Yan turned to the outside of the temple, and my mind turned and I understood it.

The clouds covered the setting sun and it was already in the evening. He started treating this disciple from the morning, in other words, treating a person, it took three or four hours...

At this rate, before these disciples die, he can save about 20% to 30%.

The air is repressed like the elders of the Golden Dan, releasing the spiritual pressure. After a while, the seat asked: "How long does it take for these disciples to be elders?"

"Up to half a month." Lushan looked at Jun Yanzhi with complex eyes. Although he did not know, he clearly conveyed the message "Can you be faster?"

Jun Yanzhi gave him a positive answer: "The first time I was not familiar with the technique, I should be able to hurry later."

Xi Fang said to Lu Changqing: "The remaining 73 disciples of Tianhengfeng will be discharged with qualifications and qualities."

According to the character of the seat, the high qualifications are to be saved, and the ordinary qualifications must be abandoned.

No one knows what he thinks when he makes this decision.

Some of the roads of Lushan made a speech: "There are 16 disciples under my door, and there are 17 disciples in the ancient mirror school. They must be rescued by the swordsmen."

Putting a dagger: "Please ask the elders of the road to discharge the thirty-three disciples, and we will discuss them again."

Road Mountain: "...has to be like this."

The seated man sent a chunky body to the front of Jun Yanzhi: "First save Zhao Fengzhu."

Zhao Ningtian's face is ruddy pig liver color, the belly is high and bulging like a small hill, it is a bit funny, it is hard to imagine his usual face.

Road to the mountain: "I see his method of surgery, it seems to be the first to calm down his demons, and then the blood of the magic repair. Zhao Feng main demon is too deep, may not be saved."

There is no comment on the seats, only looking at the monarchy.

There is some dissatisfaction with Lushan Mountain: "Now every moment is precious, why bother wasting time to save a person who is difficult to survive?"

Xi Fang said: "Try it."

Jun Yanzhi immediately said: "The disciple tries."

Zhao Ningtian is in a coma, even if the demons have calmed down, they don’t see it. However, if the demons are not calm, they will not be able to force the blood of the magic.

Jun Yanzhi still does not intend to cure Zhao Ningtian, so no matter how it is cured, it will not be effective.

After careful treatment for three hours, Zhao Ningtian did not move at all. Jun Yan’s body trembled and his face was slightly white. He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Jing, who was waiting in the distance, and put his gaze on the seat.

Road to the mountain: "No use?"

Jun Yanzhi: "No."

The hall was brightly lit and it was already late at night. It is a waste of time to re-treat, and it also consumes the energy of Jun Yan. The seat stood up: "For the time being, I will bring Zhao Fengzhu back and change other disciples."

Lu Zhishan had already ordered Lu Yunzhuo to come over early. Jun Yanzhi was too late to speak with Wen Jing, and Lu Yunzhuo’s body was hard to put in front of him. The salvation of others is still the second, and the son must first save. Most of the people are old and thick, and the mountain of the road is not afraid of others. The beard is looking at Jun Yanzhi. The end is a look of righteousness and demeanour. The meaning in the eyes is "Don't grind, save my son."

Jun Yanzhi sat down and began another round of treatment.

This time, he used two hours. The sky is bright and it is early morning.

In a blink of an eye, Lu Yunzhuo’s forehead really whipped up a small blood bag, not too big or small, like being smashed by mosquitoes. Jun Yanzhi quickly handled the blood bag and said: "It's okay, you can send it to rest."

The mountain of Lushan did not say much, and personally sent his son out of the temple.

Jun Yanzhi wiped the sweat on his forehead, but he has not slowed down. There is a plate under the eyelids. There are four spirits on it, and the round is spinning around in the plate. Zhu Xi stood beside Jun Yan and said meticulously: "Four spirits, one valley, one brain, one eye, one aura."

In other words, do not eat, do not sleep, do not hesitate, continue to work.

Jun Yan was gently taken over, and his eyes floated on Wen Jing. The young boy hugged his knees in a corner, his chin on his knees, his eyes looked strange, and he looked at himself quietly and far away.

A body was stuffed in front of him.

Jun Yanzhi looked down at the disciple and raised his lips.

Zhu Xi said: "Before noon, the lord hopes to save the two."

Jun Yan's eyes are hanging down: "I try to be."

In the days of saving people, Jun Yan is like a horse with a saddle. The whip is pumping behind him, and it is not allowed to rest for a while. Jun Yan is not tired, but has other thoughts. Wen Jing appears from time to time, disappears from time to time, and is as invisible as a ghost. When he came, he sat in the corner of the main hall, watching quietly, sometimes holding a big turtle, making people unpredictable.

Liu Qianmo also visited several times, but he did not help, standing in the temple and always blocking the road, it seems a lot of money, but also a few eyes of Tian Hengfeng disciples. Finally, he laughed a few times and disappeared with interest.

The conscious consciousness of Jun Yan can not live up to the expectations of Wen Jing. Like the blood of a chicken, the speed of saving people is shortened from two hours to one hour. The news spread like a thunder, and Tianhengfeng rumors inside and outside, all the disciples have been saved!

When Wen Jing heard the news, he was standing in front of the main hall of Tianhengfeng. More and more disciples came to watch the crowd. Many people came from other peaks to join in the fun. Everyone looked at the monarchy who saved the people from outside the temple, but they did not dare to stay for a long time.

This scene is recorded in The Robbery of All Lives.

"Jun Yan's face is elegant and temperament is outstanding. Qing dynasty disciples, regardless of gender, have a good heart. The disciples have envy, admiration, and admiration. They come to Tianhengfeng to watch. Even the most demanding, usually think of themselves. It may not be said that the devil is in the middle of the devil, and he does not dare to say something that is not good."

This kind of scene is long imagined by Wen Jing, and I am still a little excited when I see it.

The words "regardless of men and women" also gave him a little relief. The brothers and sisters of the brothers and sisters are killing each other. They are just one of the little people who are not fascinated by him. They can’t count anything.

After a few days, there were fewer and fewer disciples lying in the hall, and finally there were only a few people left.

Zhu Xi said: "There are only three people left. It is better to be cured by a bang, and you can go back to rest."

Jun Yan nodded: "Let's go faster."

In the past few days, I have been using the "Hundred Thousands of Souls" for a long time. It seems that I have touched the tricks and I feel comfortable. I have the feeling of entering the first peak. The last three disciples were made to the lowest and the treatment was especially fast.

The power of Jun Yan is fully open and there is no side to heart.

When the last disciple was taken away, it was two hours later. Jun Yanzhi stood up with his wrist, and Zhu Xi’s face was hanged with a smile: “Five days, everyone is hard, go back to sleep.”

Jun Yanzhi: "Good."

Hearing the admiration of Jun Yan, he said with great grace: "You have worked hard for half a month."

His expression is very generous and very popular. He doesn't seem to remember that he had been undercurrent with him, and he did not remember to lick his knife from behind. Jun Yan smiled and said: "Not hard, it should be."

"I will send you back?" The tone is very polite.

Jun Yanzhi looked around, a trace of loss did not know where to give birth, smiled and said: "No, I go back."

Wen Jing stood on the open space in front of the stone house, like a stiff robot, repeatedly waving a sword. The weight of this sword is extremely heavy, and it is three or four hundred kilograms. Even if it is infuriating, it is too painful for his wrist.

The Qingxu Jianzong is famous for his sword, but he must also practice his sword after the disciples have built the foundation. Duan Xuan did not know what to say. A few days ago, I came to see Wen Jing, and lost a sword. I briefly taught a trick.

After the war, Wen Jing battled, and learned to take the sword for a while, and raised the epee that did not know what metal to do from the ground, and pulled it to the ground. Duan Xuan was not in a hurry, stood on the side and looked at it without saying anything. The three souls of Wen Jing came out, and under the watchful eyes of Duan Xuan, the small universe broke out, resolutely swaying the first sword.

The result of this first sword swing was a fall in a dog.

The center of gravity is unstable, and it is difficult to control the strength. Wen Jing was taken out in a less beautiful side flip.

He climbed up from the ground and licked the painful ass. The dark road was really a sacred relic, and it was extraordinary.

So he carefully asked: "Master, this sword ranks on the sword score? What is the name?"

Duan Xuan frowned: "The scrap iron of the sword is not even the next product. Is there a name?"

Wen Jing: "Oh."

Duan Xuan said: "Within five days, swing the sword eight hundred times."

Wen Jing: "...oh."

Duan Xuan’s words went away, as usual, the ghosts were gone. Wen Jingyu refers to the calculation, and swings the sword in five minutes. It can be used for a hundred times a day, and it is almost eight hours of workday.

Master is actually very reasonable.

Then he found himself thinking very well, almost beating his face. 2k novel reading network