"You've made a little mistake."

In contrast to his anger, Li Xianyuan Gu Jing Wubo's face said: "What an identity you have nothing to do with me. And in my opinion, some people are blind when you snatch someone from other people's gold grains and someone in Chunyang Sect is willing to accept you. Letting you be a registered disciple means that your eyes are not completely blind."

"What do you know!" Liu Xingchen shouted loudly, and blue veins burst out on his forehead. "This is the way of the world! Heaven and earth regard all things as straw dogs. The sages regard the people as straw dogs. If you are a little weak, countless people will come to bully you and insult you! Take your money, rob you of food, and force you to death!"

Liu Xingchen looked crazy and shouted hysterically.

It seems that there is another story behind it.

Should people who say hateful must be pitiful?

The swords and swords around them covered the roar. But if someone is interested, he can see some clues.

"..." Li Xianyuan looked at Liu Xingchen indifferently, then looked away and walked around.

"He Jinyin." Liu Xingchen's sound of shattering teeth suddenly came to his ears.

"Don't lose too early. I'm going to meet you and then--beat you to death!"

As soon as the steps stopped, the sword-sheathed spirit sword whispered faintly.

"What gold and silver?" Li Xianyuan turned around and asked indifferently.

Liu Xingchen sneered and turned to look at him. His previous life was full of magic, and he looked crazy: "Don't you call this name? I have a poor memory and can't remember your name."

He thought he would win a game back.

"So that's it..." Li Xianyuan suddenly realized: "I'm indeed called He Jinyin, my master, the devil's muscles, is still waiting for me in the stands, and say goodbye first."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Liu Xingchen, who was stunned and turned around and left.

Before he walked far, Li Xianyuan suddenly felt something, looked slightly and looked at an inconspicuous stand.

It was too far away. Li Xianyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could barely see those people.

Among them, there seems to be a man and a woman with a long shawl and a slight movement of lips: You are exposed.

There is no need to see clearly, just guess what he said.

Being revealed.

Li Xianyuan frowned slightly, these people had purple Taoist robes... disciples of the Iron Gun Li Zhixuwu Sect.

Looking deep over there, looking away, Li Xianyuan came to the stands.

On the edge of the square, Ning Jiya looked at it with clever eyes.

"Master." Li Xianyuan saluted Ning Jiya.

"I thought you would win the trump card." Ning Jiya rubbed Li Xianyuan's head with a slender hand. "What did that person tell you?"

Li Xianyuan knew that she was asking about Liu Xingchen, so she said, "A elder is unrespectful. He also called you Master, you are a devil-muscle man."

"Stop be the teacher." Ning Jiya couldn't help but laughed: "I want my teacher to take action for you, and I want to be beautiful. I will solve the trouble you caused by yourself. If you are bullied, come and find me."

"If I bully someone, I can't take it and beat it."

"Then I don't care." Ning Jiya chuckled, her lips slightly raised, and she felt a little naughty: "I will beat anyone who bullies my disciple. His master is coming and beat him together."

When Li Xianyuan was used to seeing her bright and dignified appearance, she revealed her little daughter's posture at this time, and Li Xianyuan was stunned.

After losing consciousness, Ning Jiya coughed lightly and returned to dignity. But the flush on her beautiful cheeks could not be dissipated.

"Your junior sister still has a moment to compete. I want to see her here. If you have something to do, leave first."

Knowing that the master couldn't see his face, he ordered him to expel him. Li Xianyuan nodded, left the square and went down the mountain, and returned to the edge of the lake.

The red leaves in the sparse forest, and the lotus will fade. The autumn wind enters the mountain pass, and how many autumn leaves will fade.

Compared with the noisy and bustle, Li Xianyuan likes this beautiful and quiet place even more.

The hut by the lake in the distance, the lake is surrounded by mountains and rivers, like a paradise.

Sitting under the tree on the shore, a short while later, a person walked out of the thatched hut in the distance. He was wearing a cloth clothes and a hunched back like an old man.

Like a mortal, he walked into the forest tremblingly. After a stick of incense, he returned slowly and returned to the hut. From beginning to end, he never looked at Li Xianyuan, as if he had not appeared.

"It's past."

Li Xianyuan said to himself.

If you are in an unknown mountain, you may be a mortal. But is this the Pure Yang Sect or the main peak? How can you live in a mortal?

...

The competition platform rose with the barrier. Li Xianyuan drew the spirit sword and asked the disciples opposite him.

In the third competition, the third day was the third day.

On the third day, less than three thousand disciples made a decision.

On the fourth and fifth day, it will be when less than four hundred disciples are left to select one hundred disciples.

At this time, the opponent was wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe, and was an outer disciple. His skin was quite dark and he looked a little honest, which was not very good with his apricot yellow.

Li Xianyuan dared not underestimate it. It was the last one the next day, and he was so rare by luck.

As expected, from the beginning of the first day of the New Year, the man changed into a pair of gold-plated gloves. He did not have the steps, but rushed towards him like a bull.

Li Xianyuan attacked with a sword, but he was always blocked by some unknown material made of gold-plated gloves, and the sound of metal attacking was heard. In just a few breaths, Li Xianyuan fell from attack to defense.

This person's palms are very open and close, and Li Xianyuan keeps resisting and retreating.

Although the sword is of extraordinary quality, it is a physical body, especially its constitution is weak. Therefore, it is so shocked that the tiger's mouth is numb and he has to retreat and remove its strength. However, just over a dozen breaths have passed, and he has been forced to the barrier and is in danger.

This place is located in the middle of the square, and there are many competition venues that block the view. It is almost impossible for the stands to look at this place. The battles around the surrounding competition are in full swing, and no one pays attention to this place.

In other words, except for maintaining the barrier off the field and observing the situation, only the opponent can see it.

A sudden movement in his heart, Li Xianyuan rolled on the spot in a mess and rolled to the side of the deacon.

The outer disciple was stunned. Maybe he didn't expect the disciple to be like this. However, he felt that he had a chance of winning and his attack was even more fierce. His pair of iron palms were waving.

Li Xianyuan pretended not to support him and leaned against the deacon outside the barrier. However, he did not support him. Every time the spiritual sword hit the iron palm, Li Xianyuan's chest became stuffy and his throat was slightly sweet, and he forced to hold it.

The useless innate qi has made a contribution. The qi is fragile and can only block the moment of the iron palm, but it can reappear in the blink of an eye. Li Xianyuan took advantage of these countless moments to barely resist and prevent the iron palm from breaking through the sword shadow.

This is probably the most cowardly fight by Li Xianyuan. It is obvious that he can solve the enemy in an instant, but he has to hide his shortcomings and endure it.

The two of them retreated one in front and the other, and Li Xianyuan intends to speed up his pace but the enemy is not careful. After more than ten breaths, Li Xianyuan comes to the edge again, and his back is facing the deacon, blocking his vision.

clang--

When they got along again, Li Xianyuan seemed to be out of touch, and his long sword came out of his hand and landed behind his outer disciples.

"Senior brother, I'll give in." The outer disciple laughed. Winning a personal disciple was enough to boast. Perhaps he could become an inner disciple and even a personal disciple because of this!

Just as I thought to come here, the outer disciple suddenly saw a shocking geek from the reflection of Li Xianyuan's black eyes!

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Chapter completed!