Brother Gu and Yuankong were busy cooking.

The sloppy Taoist priest is our great hero this time, so let him take a break for the time being.

We were originally thinking about reading all the disciples who took the written test and understanding their situation. Only by knowing ourselves and our enemies can we win every battle, but that guy who was determined in the middle disrupted our plan.

We basically didn't look at the subsequent competition, so we didn't have a rough overview of the overall situation.

But in my heart, I still feel that among these young disciples, only Jilang can finally fight the sloppy Taoist priest.

After all, the sloppy Taoist priest has not yet used the method of putting the bottom of the box, which is the paper armor zombie given to him by the Eighth Master.

In fact, if you just watch a competition, you can't tell anything. After all, those more powerful disciples will definitely not use their own means to the bottom of the box until the critical moment.

The sloppy Taoist priest was just trying his skills, using Green Po and Xiaoxiao.

And there is more than Xiaoxiao in my Tiangang Seal. Sister Na is the most exciting time.

Fortunately, there are not many people watching the sloppy Taoist priest competition this time. Although after the first exam, no one will think that the sloppy Taoist priest is so powerful.

The sloppy Taoist priest pursues this effect. He must make his opponent look down on himself and finally become a dark horse that breaks through the siege.

After the sloppy Taoist priest came back, he ran to the house alone. He didn't know what he was doing. He had many ideas and probably had some plans.

Soon, Gu Haoran prepared the meal and asked us to come over and eat.

When he heard that it was about to start a meal, Songhe Zhenren walked out with a bottle of wine.

He was not polite at all, so he reached out and grabbed a pig's trotter on the table and started gnawing.

We were almost starting to eat, but the sloppy Taoist priest walked out, muttering in his mouth, not knowing what he was talking about.

As soon as he sat down, Songhe Zhenren took out two steamed buns from the basket: "Give you two nests, and continue to fight tomorrow after you have enough."

The sloppy Taoist priest withdrew his mind, took the two nests he handed over, and suddenly asked, "Master, I want to ask you, tomorrow I will participate in the top ten competition, so you don't have any good things to teach me, so try harder."

Songhe Zhenren put down the pig's trotter in his hand, wiped his oily hands on his body, and said, "It's really true, you can wait."

As he said that, Songhe Zhenren got up and walked straight towards the room.

We have always felt that Songhe Real People are not in a formal position and will definitely not bring out any good things.

However, the facts quickly proved this matter.

After Songhe came out, he held a wooden sword in his hand and placed it on the table, and said with a smile: "Chenwen, do you still remember this sword?"

When the sloppy Taoist priest saw the sword, the muscles on his face twitched for a few times, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

After putting down the wooden sword, the Songhe Zhenren chewed the big pig's hooves for a while, wiped his hands, smiled at us, turned around and entered the house again.

Soon, the sound of Songhe Zhenren snoring came from the room.

After Songhe Zhenren left, we all went to see the wooden sword on the table.

To be honest, this wooden sword is nothing surprising, and it is a broken wooden sword, wrapped in glue in the middle.

Moreover, the material of this wooden sword is also very ordinary, and there are no runes on it.

It's just a handful of rotten wood.

Gu Haoran picked up the wooden sword on the table, looked up and down, and said, "Xiao Luo, I don't think this wooden sword is surprisingly different. It's far worse than your thunder-striking wooden sword. If you use this thing to compete, it will probably break in a flash."

"I didn't see anything surprising either." I took the wooden sword from Gu Haoran's hand and sensed it carefully, without any spiritual energy.

"This wooden sword has been around for a while, probably it will take more than ten years." Kasan also said.

The sloppy Taoist took the wooden sword from me, smiled miserably, and said, "You must not know the origin of this sword."

"Let me tell you, this sword won't hide any mystery, right?" I said curiously.

"This sword is an ordinary wooden sword, nothing surprising." The sloppy Taoist priest said lightly.

Then, the sloppy Taoist priest told us some past events about this wooden sword.

About ten years ago, the sloppy Taoist priest was only about ten years old, so he followed Songhe Zhenren to practice.

That year, in order to encourage the younger generation of disciples, Elder Longshan made a wooden sword with his own hands and called all the disciples of the "Zhen" generation together.

Those young disciples were all over teenagers, and the oldest was not sixteen or seventeen years old.

In order to test the patience of these young disciples, Long Shan Zhenren let all the disciples stand on the plum blossom stake.

At that time, Zhenren Long Shan said that as long as anyone persists until the end, he will not fall off the plum blossom stake, the wooden sword will be given to any disciple.

At that time, all the disciples of the "Zhen" generation had not come into contact with the sword and wanted a sword in particular.

Although it is just a wooden sword, they are also what they long for.

At present, dozens of disciples of the "Zheng" generation jumped onto the plum blossom stake in order to get this wooden sword.

The plum blossom stake is four or five meters high from the ground, so it can only stand with one foot.

This group of disciples started standing at six or seven in the morning and stood until two or three in the afternoon, without eating or drinking, and without moving.

Gradually, many disciples could not hold on and fell from the plum blossom stake.

The sloppy Taoist also wanted to get the wooden sword. With his strong perseverance, he endured the scorching sun and kept gritting his teeth and persevering.

Until the afternoon, when it was almost dark, the sloppy Taoist priest was still insisting.

However, there was another person who insisted with him, the grandson of the elder of the execution hall, Chilang.

When it was getting dark, the sloppy Taoist priest had already reached his limit, tired and hungry, his legs were numb, and his body was shaking.

But standing beside me, she keeps her swaying without moving like a clock, as if nothing had happened.

Jilang has been practicing since childhood. Although he is not old, he has already achieved cultivation at a young age and can activate spiritual power.

However, the sloppy Taoist priest at that time had just begun, but was only supported by a sense of perseverance.

In the end, the sloppy Taoist priest couldn't hold on anymore and fell from the plum blossom stake.

He didn't stick to the end.

After seeing the sloppy Taoist priest falling down, Chilang then floated down from the plum blossom stake and took the wooden sword from Elder Long Shan.
Chapter completed!