Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

In the Qing Dynasty Hall, eight disciples were taken to the front of the peaks and stood by two feet.

Sixty-two disciples with good qualifications such as Ji Keqing have their own homes, standing on one side and looking at each other, their faces are faint.

The important figures of the peaks, such as the smell of people, are also present.

Xi Fang slowly said: "I am so hard to go up the mountain, the will is commendable, but unfortunately I have many disciples of the Qingxu Jianzong, most of the peaks have no empty seats, this discussion decided that only eight peaks can still make a seat, close one a disciple."

When the eight people listened, their hearts suddenly became loose, but they did not know which peak they wanted to enter.

The audience looked around at eight people and said: "You eight people, qualifications, repairs are equal, now Yurong Peak, Bagua Peak, Huang Huafeng, Hong Xiufeng, North Yanfeng, Nanyan Peak, Hui Shifeng and Each of the bamboo peaks has a seat, and according to the usual practice, the flag is won.

As soon as the voice fell, I saw only eight disciples scattered apart. They inserted a small blue flag into the small hole in the eight pillars of the temple, and the name of the peak of the book.

Xi put the road: "Whoever grabs the flag of which peak can enter this peak."

Naturally, a good disciple, whoever wants, naturally, but the eight qualifications are average, and there is no competition. The last few disciples of the past were barely accepted in the door, and all of them took the banner. These people say that it is cumbersome to say that it is not good, and it is better to look at their wishes than to force them to share the peaks. If they have acquaintances at which peak, they will save the poor to take care of the teaching.

At this time, a white man and a Tsing Yi man came into the Qingxu Hall, did not dare to disturb the seats, standing in the rules.

A disciple standing next to him whispered and said: "Liu brother, brother, how come you? Your master has not yet arrived."

These two people are Liu Qianmo and Jun Yanzhi.

Liu Qian looked at the backs of eight new disciples, and his eyes stopped on Wen Jing: "Xi Zongzhu sent someone to call me and said that I would give me a new disciple of Hui Shifeng today."

"It's one of the eight people." The disciple smiled. "Does your master not care? How do you suddenly want to accept a new disciple?"

Liu Qian is silent. At present, Hui Shifeng has only nine disciples. However, after three years, the summit will try, and each peak will send ten disciples to test. As a big disciple of Hui Shifeng, he was worried and worried. He thought that it was not a solution. Finally, he stole a few days ago and asked for the emperor. This time the gate was opened and a disciple was appointed to Hui Shifeng.

Since it is designated, the qualifications of the disciples will not be too good...

Hey, can you still pick him?

The disciple whispered softly: "Wait for the one you took away, I am afraid to cry."

Liu Qianmo was furious, but he couldn’t say anything, and he held back with a cold face.

Today is to collect disciples, do not care about him, not angry.

It’s just the back of the boy, much like the road Jing of Qingquan Village...

Jun Yan looked at Lu Jing faintly, but if he thought about it, he happened to see him turn around.

The two looked at each other, and the boy looked at him and stared at him.

Liu Qianmo smiled and said: "Sure enough, it is the road Jing..."

He looked at the expression of the teenager, and looked at Jun Yan's slightly wrinkled eyebrows. He whispered softly: "Hey, this silly boy seems to admire you. You may wish to sacrifice the color and let him come in willingly, our face." It’s also good to see.”

Jun Yanzhi did not rush to transfer the topic: "Master brother brought in the tenth disciple, how do you explain to Master?"

Liu Qian’s face is sinking: “It’s what the master of the sect appointed, what can the master say. If the master does not want to accept him as a disciple, I will accept him as a sin.”

... Isn't it a penalty for a few days? Why bother remind him now and make him uncomfortable.

"Liu Qianmo and Jun Yanzhi never thought that on the same day they were in Qingquan Village, and the road Jing, which was accidentally saved, was actually the body of Sanyang, which was rarely seen in the millennium. The peaks of the peaks were unsuccessful, and they were eventually accepted by Tianhengfeng. Under the door. Liu Qianmo was worried that the summit would not be enough for ten people after three years, and asked for a disciple to be assigned to Hui Shifeng. Everyone was reluctant to grab the banner, a disciple was defeated, and he was unwilling to go down the mountain. In the end, I had to take the flag of Hui Shifeng and follow Liu Qianmo."

- From the thirteenth chapter.

Wen Jing touched his nose and realized that no one would rob him of the flag of Hui Shifeng.

Lu Yunfei can't wait to step up the sky, but he is eager to go to Hui Shifeng.

A clear-cut disciple sang: "One column is limited, start!"

Eight people couldn’t think too much and immediately rushed out.

The atmosphere was suddenly active, and everyone in the Qingxu Hall smiled and sighed softly, just like watching a movie, paying attention to the movements of these eight people.

Among the eight, three of them rushed to the Yurong Peak under the seat, and the two rushed to the most economical Eight Diagrams Peak, and immediately twisted together and the battle was fierce. One person did not like to fight, quietly went to the fine bamboo peak, no one competed with him, took the flag. The tour seemed to stand for a while, and did not panic, took the flag of Beiyanfeng and held it in his hand.

Wen Jing’s heart chuckled and had already rushed to Hui Shifeng.

Some people in the crowd screamed, and the tone seemed to be quite amazed: "Look, someone grabbed the flag of Hui Shifeng."

Liu Qiang’s heart is ecstatic, and he whispers to the way of the monarchy: "Your silly boy actually wants to come to us!"

Jun Yan said quietly: "That is not my stupid boy."

Liu Qianmo did not care for him, his mouth was smiling, and he focused on Wenjing’s every move.

Wen Jing has never learned the technique, his age is small, and his head is too low. He looked up at the high-staggered flag on the pillar and jumped a few times to reach it, which led to a burst of laughter. Fortunately, no one came to **** this flag, he hugged the pillar, stepped on the stone carving above, and climbed up little by little.

Liu Qianmo looked anxious and secretly encouraged him.

At this moment, a gray figure suddenly appeared, leaping in one step, holding the flag handle. Wen Jing was shocked. "Ah" got a cry. In the panic, he seized the azure-colored flag and fell down with the gray-clothed boy.

The gray-clothed boy annoyed: "The flag is for me!" A green light could not help but say to Wenjing.

Wen Jing even crawled with a roll, hurriedly evaded, and escaped a shock in a thrilling way, still holding the flag.

In the temple of the Qing Dynasty, the chin of everyone has almost fallen.

Several young disciples whispered softly.

"There were two people competing for the flag of Hui Shifeng. What happened today?"

"Don't you just avoid it?"

"Hong Xiufeng is not robbed."

Liu Qianmo is somewhat unbelievable, complex, and distressed, and happy.

... Even some people are rushing to get into the Hui Shifeng.

At this time, among the eight peaks, the flag of the six peaks has been robbed. Wen Jing and this gray-clothed disciple robbed the flag of Hui Shifeng, and only Hong Xiufeng was unattended.

Hong Xiufeng has a long history. The first peak was once the most valued disciple of Qingzizi. However, it was killed by people and was forced to leave. For thousands of years, Hong Xiufeng has been fooled by the sky, and the talents have withered and disappeared.

Zhao Ningtian, the head of the peak, is a short, fat man. He is looking at his eyes at this moment and his look is not good.

Liu Qianmo’s way to Jun Yan: “Zhao Shishuu loves face, no one wants to go to his Hong Xiufeng, I think he is going to be angry.”

Jun Yanzhi does not speak.

Sure enough, Zhao Ningtian snorted, and the short, fat body suddenly jumped into the air, grabbed the banner of Hong Xiufeng, and slammed the flag handle and threw it on the ground.

Wen Jing shouted to the gray-clothing boy: "What are you going to with Hui Shifeng?"

"Hui Shifeng? You lie to me!" Gray boy was angry. Fang Cai’s flag was not grabbed. In a blink of an eye, the six handles were robbed, and a literati asked, and the boy was crawling on the pillar. He had already panicked, and he thought that the flag that was unreasonable was Hui Shifeng’s, and he came to grab the handle.

"You see clearly! This is Hui Shifeng!"

"nonsense!"

Having said that, the gray-clothed teenager still unfolds the flag, and sees the word "Huishi".

He cursed, let go of the flag, and turned to pounce on another pillar.

Wen Jing hurriedly held the flag in his arms and unfolded the crumpled flag.

The gray-clothed boy ran a few steps, but saw that the pillar was empty, and the ground was broken with a "red show" flag, and the peak owner had no image. He stayed awkward, panicked, and rushed back to grab the banner in Wenjing.

Dead face! Wen Jing clings to the flag.

If there is no flag, then you can't enter the Qingxu Jianzong. The gray-haired boy screamed and issued a fierce green light, which was the most low-level attack method, light stab.

"Road, be careful!" shouted not far away.

"Mom!" Wen Jing screamed.

He can't do anything, how can he defend? !

The fear of the heart, Wen Jing holding his head desperately dodge, but seeing the green light hit a shot, once again hit him, no mercy.

When is it over?

At this moment, a singular singer sang: "A pillar of incense has arrived, the end!"

When the disciple heard it, he almost burst into tears with anger and uncomfortableness. The move was more fierce and he could not wait for the text to die.

Wen Jing secretly screamed, and his shoulders were accidentally hit by green light, and suddenly there was a sharp pain.

Escaped to avoid the image, Wen Jing even rolled up and crawled, which caused some people to smirk.

At that time, a white light suddenly lit up around, and the gray disciple gave an exclamation.

Wen Jing fixed his eyes and looked at it. A blue figure stood in front of him. He was silent like a breeze. He blocked all the tricks of the gray-clothed boy: "This little brother has to be spared and spared."

Liu Qianmo quickly sighed: "Qi 禀 lord, Hui Shifeng's flag-bearer has been out! Please ask the lord!"

The banquet looked at the gentle and elegant Tsing Yi man, and the long voice spread throughout the Qing Dynasty: "The outcome is fixed, no need to grab it."

Wenjing quickly stood up holding the flag, patted the dust on his body, touched his shoulders, and showed a blossoming peach blossom on his face.

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