Chapter 1180

The little boy took his life and turned to get it. It was as good as half a cup of tea.

Zhuang Xian saw the sword in the boy's hand, and his teeth itched with hatred.

It was a wooden sword without a front. It was very old.

There are countless such common things in any martial arts school at the foot of the mountain. Every day, those martial arts practitioners are asked to chop wood piles, and they don't know how much they have to cut.

This kind of thing doesn't hurt or itch on the friar. It's humiliating for Zhen Yunkai to fight him with such a sword!

But Chang Liu didn't say much. Looking at Zhuang Xian, he said faintly:

"If you can go through three moves under his sword, you can worship your teacher. If you can't even do one move, you can be a guide disciple or serve in the main hall. When you are qualified, you can worship your teacher."

When Zhuang Xian heard this, he felt resentful, as if he had been splashed with dog blood.

Even Tianzun may not be a guy, holding a wooden sword without edge, can he be the enemy?

Don't say three moves, 30 moves and 300 moves, what's the matter?!

With this in mind, he stepped forward a few steps, pulled out his sword, and was ready to go.

They were five Zhang apart, and Zhen Yunkai only glanced at Zhuang Xian.

"All right?"

"All right! Please... "

"Bang!"

Zhuang Xianyu said, please give me advice.

Just this "please" word just export, Zhen Yunkai is gone!

Without waiting for Zhuang Xian's second word to come out, he felt a sharp pain in the bridge of his nose, as if he had been interrupted by Shisheng. The whole person flew out on his back with a bloody nose!

Zhen Yunkai has no waves on his face. He has a foothold and doesn't look at Zhuang Xian at all. He just throws his wooden sword to the boy and drinks by himself.

"Which one would you like to choose between the leading disciple and the hall boy?"

Changliu real man came forward with a negative hand and looked down at Zhuang Xian.

"Real man! This guy is a sneak attack! How can he win? "

Zhuang Xian covered his nose and retorted.

"Sneak attack?" The long stream real person sneers a, way, "he once took advantage of you unprepared, first hand?"

"This... Does not..."

"Has he ever used the heresy to poison you secretly?"

"No..."

Zhuang Xian's head is lower and lower. He has nothing to say.

"Then consider whether to be a leading disciple or serve in the main hall?"

Immortal Changliu snorted coldly and said, "if you feel aggrieved, you can go back to practice and come back. If you are convinced, you will make a good choice. Today, you can be regarded as my disciple of supporting Sangju."

Zhuang Xian clenched his hands and almost embedded his nails in the meat, but at the moment, he was speechless.

"I'm... Convinced. I'd like to serve in the hall until I'm qualified, and then I'll learn from my teacher. "

Finally, Zhuang Xian chose to compromise, wiped his nose clean, went to the statue of heaven and worshiped.

Zhen Yunkai didn't pay any attention at all. He only looked at immortal Changliu: "Ninth elder martial brother, where are you going?"

"Oh, by the way, forget this, you come with me, the guests are waiting for you in the inner hall."

Having said that, immortal Changliu leads Zhen Yunkai through the main hall of the reception hall and towards the middle of the inner hall, leaving only a few boys in the reception hall to clean up the futon and the nuts on the ground pulled by Zhen Yunkai.

After worshipping the statue of heaven, Zhuang Xian was no different from these boys.

Zhuang Xian got up and went to the boys. He bowed his head and arched his hands: "I don't know who is the one who just started with me?"

The boys laughed as if they had heard a big joke.

"It turns out that Taoist brother really doesn't know who martial uncle thirteen is!"

"Thirteen... Martial uncle? I'm very ignorant. I really don't know who the thirteen martial uncle is. I hope you can give me some advice. "

"Then you'd better remember that you don't have to ask for trouble in the future."

The boys laughed and joked: "don't talk about us, even if we are tied together, we may not be his opponents! Martial uncle 13 was personally instructed by the top master. His strength is unique! "

In the reception hall, immortal Changliu pulls Zhen Yunkai's wrist and walks all the way to the inner hall.

Zhen Yunkai followed him with a look of surprise, but he was a little confused: "elder martial brother, where do you want me to go?"

"If you come, you'll know. Remember to keep your bad temper down. There's a big man who wants to see you."

Immortal Changliu smiles mysteriously and doesn't say much. On the contrary, it makes Zhen Yunkai more and more puzzled.

Generally speaking, immortal Changliu is one of the most famous people in fusangju. More than 70% of the masters in wanhun school have to treat him with courtesy when they see him. What level of people are qualified to be called great people in front of him?

What do you see him doing?

Entering the inner hall, Zhen Yunkai raised his eyes and looked up. His eyebrows were high and low, and his expression was quite strange.

In the middle of the inner hall, there was a tea table with old and young people sitting beside it.

The old man was dressed in a plain white robe, with white eyebrows drooping. His breath was so strong that he seemed to be a master of the golden body heaven level!

And the little one is a young girl, who has never been treated with any powder and Dai, but appears like a tender lotus root. I'm afraid those masters of Danqing, who are called holy hands, can't draw some of their emptiness!

What a pretty looking fairy!

"Thirteen, here you are. Let me introduce you."

Immortal Changliu beckoned to Zhen Yunkai, motioned him to come forward, and then introduced him, "this is Gui Yuan army of demon world. General Gu Bojun, commander-in-chief of the army, is in charge of general Gu's family. He is one of Gu Yinian's subordinates. This is Gu Yinian's disciple, named Gu Yixin. Two, this is my thirteen younger martial brothers. If you have anything to do, please talk to him. "

After that, immortal Changliu patted Zhen Yunkai on the shoulder and told him to sit down.

The old steward didn't speak and looked at him. Instead, Gu Yixin glanced at Zhen Yunkai and turned away with a cold hum.

"It's not this person. Please ask Chang Liu to change it."

Zhen Yunkai frowned and looked at Gu Yixin. He was surprised.

This is not simple!

Today, Fusang is in the middle of the world. There are 15 disciples in this generation. The elder jiuchangliu real man is the six turn golden body God, which is very strong among his peers.

This Gu Xin is about twenty-three or forty years old, but his breath seems to be seven turn golden body, which is the same as the old man around him, or even higher!

This kind of talent, even if you look at the whole ancient universe, can be regarded as a gifted person!

No wonder you don't look up to him, and no wonder he will be accepted as a disciple by the real patron of the demon way.

"Miss Gu no longer has a good look?"

Immortal Changliu naturally saw Gu Yixin's mind. He laughed and said, "thirteen is not an ordinary monk. Even I can't walk through three moves in his hands. Is it really not him that Miss Gu is looking for?"