Ordinary brothers, including many elders, have never seen Zushi Shengjing. Naturally, there will be no big demons feeling in their hearts, but they are really taken aback when they are near the bare top …
I can’t see the light ceiling. There is a black crow tide. Thousands of crows hold their heads high and keep a close eye on the sky. Their eyes are full of rage and vigilance.
Counting awake crows, but not crowing. There is a heavy silence on the big light. It seems that the owner has forgotten what day it is today.
Six or two, three demon slaves, Black Wind Evil Evil and Qiu Ping ‘an, stood side by side in front of the master’s monastery. Forty-nine pairs of two heroes sat in the crow tide and turned a blind eye to the mighty brother who came from the mountain.
The crows didn’t make room for it. A large group of people left the mountain and stepped on the crows. It was a scandal. Your elders temporarily looked at each other and took a deep breath a few steps before they accidentally took off. Just then, the bald head suddenly creaked. A small courtyard wooden door rang and Su Jing came out slowly in a moonlight robe.
Ten thousand crows bow, and the demon slave sings. Su Jing took a gesture of fear for six shoulders and then said to Wu, "Take the crows to practice in the forest."
Forty-nine pairs of crows, Wei Qiqi, were ordered to fly away in seven directions with the whistling. They moved the crows and moved with them. At the moment, the tide collapsed and thousands of crows gathered into a rolling black dragon, and they threw themselves into the forest with fierce wind and thunder. Although the demon was awesome, the awe was enough to make several famous people move!
In a blink of an eye, the scene was clear and the bare top reappeared. Su Jing held his head high and said, "Come early."
After saluting vigorously, a thousand people from different generations grabbed up and said to Su Jingdao, "Little Martial Uncle is still a hole expert."
Even in front of several younger generations, Su Jing made no secret of the contemptuous tone and pointed to the eastern horizon. "Are you in a hurry just after dawn?"
Shaking his head, "How can you be in a hurry if you are not in a hurry?"
Say Su Jing snatched each other and smiled. Two people laughed so hard.
Chapter one hundred and thirty-three newcomers
At this time, Su Jing, a former elder, introduced the seven outstanding people, who were so large that they were thousands of people away from the mountain. Su Jing could name them, and together they might not make up a hundred people. This time, he was a new brother who had never been to Jiantu, and he could know even less. But I didn’t expect that there were two acquaintances among the seven outgoing brothers.
Red crane peak door honest person first; Nine-scale peaks seize the favorite young disciples’ domain
One of the other five people came to discipline the elder Gong of Shuifeng, and the other four were actually the younger brothers of Dianhu Peak.
Su Jing had some accidents and nodded to Elder Danger. "You taught your disciples a lot."
Smile without waiting for Elder Yu to speak. "As far as martial brothers in our generation are concerned about swordsmanship, Martial Brother Yu is firmly in the top spot, even if the martial sister Fu Ying is resurrected, it is no accident that he can become a master swordsman with him."
Elder Danger shook his head and smiled. "No matter how strong the swordsmanship is, it’s just a path. It’s worthless."
The top seven brothers and Su Jing have to compete in four games, and the deacon from the mountain draws lots for the couple. The first match is that Su Jing knows the two brothers first and then takes advantage of them.
The rules are very simple. Xu Jian, the younger brother, can’t use magic, but he restricts his younger brothers to let go of the battle to see if they will accidentally injure their classmates. This is not better than that the examinee should have concerns about the care of his own senior elders in the field and intervene when necessary.
You can’t carry other spells in the fight against the sword, but the higher you practice the real element, the stronger your strength, the stronger your body and the lighter your body … What is not the powerful root of fencing?
Presiding over the elder’s roll call, the two parties took the stage to exchange names and hold hands to ask questions. After that, they raised their hands and showed their peach blossom branches. "Foolish brother’s sword means bonus and incense, please be careful, junior brother."
Talking Peach Blossom Branches with a slight quiver, a blossoming peach blossom appears behind the square first, and slowly circles around the owner.
Fang Xian reached out and grabbed the peach blossom face with a flick, and smiled and said "Please, Junior Brother".
In those days, when the magic was removed in Baoli State, the "Peach Blossom Red" was outstanding. Now, instead of petals fluttering, he refined the whole peach blossom. Su Jing could see the way out and turned to the red elder and smiled, "Fang Xian is getting more and more decent."
Elder Red’s smug smile is more touching than his disciple Peach Blossom. "In the final analysis, he can achieve what he is today because of the exquisite effect of Tianshui given by his uncle."
Fifty years ago, I left the mountain to guard the gate, and now I have some superior tolerance in moving my sword!
Chou Cheng clenched his fist with his right hand to flip and unfold. What he held in his hand was a cloud of fog. Let him go. The fog filled the air and suddenly blurred. Fiona Fang stopped floating for five feet, but he no longer took a serious tone and came from the fog. "Fog is a sword. Please give me your advice!"
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You can’t sing without thunder spell, but you can’t even fall into the process of fighting. In the eyes of everyone, Fang Xian took his peach blossom into the fog, paused for three or five breaths, and then broke through the fog first, but the peach blossom was still gone.
The fog wriggled, gradually gathered and gradually cleared the domain and reappeared in the sight of everyone.
Fang Xian cocked his head and frowned as if thinking about something. Soon after, he suddenly turned around with a smile from Zhan Yan. He took a slap in the face with fuels and swept away his brow. He smiled briskly and said, "Foolish brother is extremely educated."
Chou Cheng respectfully returned the gift "Brother Fang accepted"
It seems that it is too dull to win the applause of watching the crowd? I haven’t passed Xiaozhen yet. Many younger brothers are slightly disappointed, but almost all the people who are far away from the mountain gate have sparkling eyes. Even Qiu Ping, who has always been so lively, is very happy.
Laughing, he asked Su Jing, "What do you think, Little Martial Uncle?"
"Not bad … not bad." Su Jing answered vaguely but had to ask a real chapter. "Does Martial Uncle think it’s good?"
"Even this also don’t see? Are your three doppelgangers looking for a brother to paint their skins? " Su Jing played to depend on the other side of the red elder to laugh.
After that, Su Jing remembered another incident and casually asked Duo and the two doppelgangers behind him, "By the way, why is one missing?"
There are two busy people around me, and the third one is missing.
"I took him to practice martial uncle and stop worrying about the younger generation." The tone was light. "If you have that energy, you might as well step up your repair …"
Before he finished his speech, suddenly there was a rumbling sound, and three dwarfs stood side by side behind Su Jing!