Chapter 155

The bright lights are flickering in the wind, and the lights are bright in the Jiange buildings.

Yan Jian sat on some dark beds, and her cold eyes were biting in the waning fire.

As the leader of the new disciples of fenzong, Yan Jian has a high reputation among these disciples.

Even if Yan Jian is not a leader disciple, there are dozens of disciples around him.

Most of these disciples used to be killers.

At the moment, Yan Jian was about to slightly frown and looked at several new disciples in front of him, silent.

These new disciples are from the Western Qin Dynasty. Now they have left Su's defeated team and joined the veterans of other leaders. One of the older disciples was saying vividly: "senior brother Yanjian, your strength is obvious to all present. If a genius like you stays in Su's defeated team, you can only be inferior. In the inner door, time means resources. You can better improve your strength by getting the most resources in the shortest time."

"The Sanskrit leader once said that if elder martial brother Yanjian joined his team, he would give the elder martial brother the greatest resources." seeing Yanjian's unmoved look, the disciple chattered.

"Sanskrit, the leader from the Western Qin Dynasty?" in the light and dark, Yan's low voice gradually rose.

"Yes." the disciple's face immediately turned a little happy: "but elder martial brother Yanjian, don't worry. Although the Sanskrit leader comes from the Western Qin Dynasty, he doesn't avoid his relatives. It's only useful."

"See off." Yan Jian interrupted the disciple's long speech and said coldly.

"Senior brother Yanjian, you might as well think about it again. Why not follow the leader of the Sanskrit song with its bright pearls and hidden pearls." the disciple had some indomitable heart. The disciples of the Western Qin Dynasty who followed him also spoke one after another in an attempt to change Yan Jian's attention.

Whew!

A wisp of sharp sword Qi came out in the light and dark and crossed the disciple's cheek.

The blood burst out and the disciple screamed out. Intellectually, he told him that he should be wise to retreat now, but the heart splitting pain on his cheek made him look a little ferocious: "Yan Jian, don't be shameless. Su Bai once killed the prince of Qin in Western Qin Dynasty, and the Sanskrit leader must not die with him. If you stay in this team, you will be suppressed by the Sanskrit leader."

After saying this, the disciple immediately left angrily.

The other disciples also stared at Yan Jian, who was sitting cross on the bed. Their eyes were a bit cruel and unkind.

With the departure of these disciples, it was rare to fall into a brief silence in the accord.

After half a ring, a voice appeared in the Accord: "brother Yanjian, this disciple may have some truth. These old leaders have occupied the sway Pavilion for several years and naturally have a lot of resources in their hands. If we can go to these old leaders and get their attention, we will certainly get a lot of resources. In the short term, our strength will improve by leaps and bounds."

Yan Jian's eyes lifted slightly and looked at the young man who spoke. The young man was called Xueyu. He had known him for several years and his strength was second only to himself among others. Seeing some emotional look on the young man's face, Yan Jian frowned: "do you want to leave this team?"

"HMM. maybe the leaders of Su Bai are better than us, but in terms of details and team strength, he can't compare with these old leaders."

"Brother Yanjian, you don't want to spend all your time in this light shaking Pavilion for several years."

Water flows downward, and people often have to go upward. The young man named Xueyu didn't hide his thoughts: "it's only after several years of killer career that we finally get the qualification to promote internal disciples. No one will put this hard won opportunity on a young leader."

Yan Jian frowned deeper and looked at the other brothers who followed him all the way: "what do you think?"

Facing Yan Jian's eyes, most people lowered their heads in silence.

"Everyone has his own aspirations. I don't force you, but there are two brothers in the world. Maybe you don't want to hear some words, but I still want to say them. People often don't limit themselves to the present, but look ahead." after a short silence, Yan Jian took the lead in saying: "Whether the leader of the Western Qin Dynasty or the leader of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, for the seven pavilions of Langya, they have always been losers eliminated by the times. Why should we put the difficult opportunities on these people in the future?"

"Xueyu, the icing on the cake in this world is valuable, but what people can remember most is to send charcoal in the snow." Yan Jian sighed slightly, and people walking in the dark may cherish each other's warmth. Then, Yan Jian closed his eyes slightly until several rapid footsteps faded away, Yan Jian suddenly sighed slightly.

Such a scene is always staged among these new disciples. Some stubbornly stay, and some resolutely leave here with ambition to join the team of leaders of the Western Qin Dynasty or the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The lights in many sword pavilions are flashing, and the buildings have long been empty.

Just now, the noisy lower area has resumed its former desolation. Only a few new disciples left sigh in the wind and stare at the sword Pavilion in the middle. From beginning to end, the closed sword pavilion has not been opened.

The scholar and the seven sins stood in the waning glass lights and looked at the scene quietly.

"They will regret it until their intestines are green." the seven sins said coldly.

"It is precisely because of their regret that the people left feel how lucky they are. Everyone has their own aspirations and can't tell who is right and who is wrong." the scholar raised his head and his eyes under his straw hat were as bright as stars: "how many people have left so far?"

"Many, even the other new disciples have left." seven sins some seriously broke their fingers and counted.

The scholar stared at the seven sins and bluffed, "how many people are there?"

"Up to now, there are still 105 leaders left." seven sins sighed lightly, and his tone was suddenly cold: "these two leaders are good means. They disintegrate the new disciples without effort and expand their team at the same time."

……

In the basement, Su Bai slowly opened his eyes, and the surging power in his body converged.

Looking at the shocking sword marks on the ground, Su Bai smiled a little satisfied. Here, both sword and body control are not as casual as before. After today's hard training, he can restore his level to the outside world. Even now when he was out of the sword or wandering around, Su Bai was used to the gravity here. He got up and looked at the soaring proficiency of yueshui shadow sword. Su Bai slowly smiled: "thousands of proficiency points are still tens of thousands of points away from the realm of a generation of masters. However, according to the current progress, he can soon practice to the realm of a generation of masters."

Out of the basement, Su Bai looked at the white clothes soaked with sweat, took a simple bath and changed clothes, and washed the back of the Qingfeng ancient sword. He just walked out of the sword Pavilion.

"It's quiet enough." Su Bai raised his eyes and looked at the whole area like a ghost town. He walked slowly towards the end of the stone road. It was not until in front of the blue stone tablet that Su Baifang stood with his hands down and looked up at the undulating Feige Liudan above. He could vaguely hear the melodious sound of rites and music, which was in sharp contrast to the silence of his area.

"It's really a little uncomfortable. The people who dug me up and then showed off to me so righteously. The Western Qin Dynasty, the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It's not su Bai's character to be silent when people wear small shoes for no reason." Su Bai pursed his mouth, and a chill slowly penetrated into his white face. A moment later, several sharp breaking wind sounded in the rear, and Su Baitou didn't reply: "how many people are left?"

"105 people." the voice of seven sins gradually rose in the wind and snow. After half a ring, the scholar and seven sins appeared behind Su Bai. Hearing this sentence, Su Bai's chilly face just eased a lot, and even a little brilliant smile: "fortunately, it's better than expected that he didn't become a bare pole commander."

Standing among the swallows in front of the window, he raised his eyes and looked at the white figure at the end of the stone road. The coldness in his eyes had just been relieved. He walked down the attic. At the same time, several figures came out of the rest of the sword Pavilion. These figures went to the end of the stone road with a tacit understanding, stood behind the seven sins and scholars, and looked at Su Bai's back with a little complex emotion in their eyes.

All the remaining new disciples gathered here. Su Bai turned around, calmly met these eyes with different emotions, and asked softly, "your salutes should not fall in the attic. Take them all with you."

An inexplicable sentence stunned these new disciples, and Yan Jian was also a little stunned. However, Su Bai's next sentence changed the eyes of the people present: "if it doesn't fall, let's go. Find a place to live while the night is still early." after that, Su Bai stepped out of the boundary formed by the blue stone tablet, and his whole body suddenly lightened. Su Bai went straight to the stone path on it, which was the middle area leading to the Yaoguang Pavilion.

The seven sins clenched their hands, with a little cold in the corners of their mouths, and raised their steps.

The scholar lowered his straw hat slightly and smiled gently. He knew that this night was destined to be an restless night.

Looking at Su Bai's back, Yanjian and others realized that Su Bai's previous words meant that the leader wanted to move into the middle-level area. However, the middle-level area has been occupied by two leaders. How can they easily give up.

In other words, this is going to war.

Thinking of this, Yan Jian immediately showed a ferocious coldness on his face. He raised his step like an arrow leaving the string and went straight after su defeat.

The other new disciples also rushed out in a fierce manner. The two leaders openly courted the new disciples, which seemed to suppress Su's defeat, but they also despised their team. When they entered the inner door, they realized that these new disciples seemed to be a whole and prospered.

More than a hundred figures carrying long swords swept out straightly like a rainbow and rushed to the middle area.

There is also a stone tablet in front of the middle area, with bursts of ritual music floating out.

The two disciples were standing behind the stone tablet. They looked at the brightly lit area behind them with some dissatisfaction. They said, "I don't know why the two leaders should welcome these weak chickens so grandly."

"These weak chickens come to join our leaders. Naturally, the leaders should receive them ceremoniously and show their tolerance. They can not only win their good reputation, but also win over these weak chickens. I can guarantee that these weak chickens will be very excited when they see the leaders receive them in person."

"Weak chicken? This description is really a little uncomfortable."

While the two disciples were chatting, a calm voice suddenly sounded.

The two disciples were shocked and turned to look. In the inky night, a young man in white came slowly with an ancient sword on his back, and his white clothes fluttered. Secondly, more than a hundred figures followed like shadows and came fiercely

PS: [the weak chickens are going to March. Let me cheer them with the monthly ticket as the colored flag. Ask for the monthly ticket]