MTL - Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother-Chapter 30

According to the teachings of Jun Yan, Wen Jing meditated for a night, not arrogant. In the early morning, the atmosphere of the sea suddenly became a cluster of aura, and the vastness of the waves, pushed through layers, filled the body, and suddenly stopped. When I open my eyes, I feel that my eyes are clear, my body is light, and I am in a new realm.

Wen Jing walked down the bed, red light: "Thank you brother, has entered the eleventh floor."

"Very good." Jun Yanzhi looked at him faintly.

He has already changed his clothes, and his usual green shirts are slender, black hair is like ink, and a blue ribbon has long sides on both sides of his head. It is clearly plain and elegant, but it is cold and dusty, making people look and sigh.

Wen Jing blurted out: "The brother is really temperament..."

"...you like it." Jun Yan's warm voice, and gently lowered his head, "Time is not early, we should go."

Wen Jing quickly and hurriedly changed clothes and opened the way for him.

The venue for the summit meeting was the square in front of the Qing Dynasty Hall. Eight months ago, eight platforms were built, and the enchantment was set up with Lingshi.

Among the 160 disciples who participated in the test, 80 were practicing disciples and 80 were building base disciples, each with a separate collapse.

Liu Qianmo has already been waiting for the scene to distribute the cards in his hand.

There is a number on the sign, and the group will try to take the lottery system and enter the game by card.

This method is still fair.

Each test is limited to the time of five-column incense. If you win in a column, you can get five small stones. If you win in two columns, you can get four small stones, and so on. I only got a small stone.

If there is no difference between the five pillars, then the two will not be allowed.

After the ten games, the first round of the test ended, ranking by the number of stones collected. The disciples after the 80th were eliminated, leaving only 80 people to continue the second round of the test.

This second round of the test is a bit more serious.

Among the remaining 80 people, the practicing disciple and the founding disciple are about half and can't be mixed. The Qingxu Jianzong passed down a rule from the dead wood Taoist people. It continues to this day, and the practicing disciple adopts a melee-defying type, while the ranking of the founding disciples is determined by several peaks and their actions.

This second round of trials is really unfair.

Melee elimination means that ten practicing disciples fight in the same platform. The four people who were kicked down were eliminated. The remaining six won, each with ten pebbles.

Winning in this type of trial relies on the ability to quickly find combat partners. This ability is crucial in the realm of comprehension, but for Hui Shifeng who has no connections and relationships, it is somewhat difficult and vulnerable to exclusion.

Some of the larger peaks, such as Tianhengfeng, most of the practicing disciples can enter the second round of the test, so the strategy was agreed before the game, compared to the peak of other temporary team, can be counted First opportunity.

The Zhuji monks are more likely to be subject to personal gains by being tested by the leaders.

This situation, until the recent release of the master of the Qingxu Jianzong, has slightly changed.

The summit will be tested once every five years. The last time it was tested, it coincided with the fact that He Ling had just built a foundation. Compared with other long-established monks, it was naturally inferior and failed to pass the first round.

Therefore, this year's competition is crucial.

Needless to say, the winner will also receive a lot of prizes such as Lingshi, Lingdan and Magic.

There was a long dragon in the temple, only listening to Zhu Xi on the stage: "The first round of the test, officially started. The injury can not be made, or the fall of the downfall."

Liu Qian groaned a few words and scattered them.

Wen Jing went to deliver the brand, sat down and waited for the lottery results. When he was bored, he reopened the character value system. Dozens of small frames open in my mind, as expected, still a green one.

Then, he looked at the people who wore white clothes not far away, and his heart was slightly surprised.

I haven't seen it for a few years. Why did the value of the character drop from 800 to 600? What did he do in the past two years?

Although the value system is inexplicable, the sudden change is strange.

"Hui Shifeng's 'ninety-two' came forward!" celebrity disciple in charge of "艮".

Wen Jing quickly climbed onto the stage to wait.

I was about to turn off the character value system, but a red box appeared in the line of sight. Wen Jing looked away, only the teenager who climbed the ring was plain, plain and familiar.

In a flash, the red frame disappears and turns green.

After a while, it turned red again.

The constant conversion between character values ​​reminds him of a person, who is also evil, but can not remember the name.

"Do you remember me?" The teenager smiled.

Wen Jing frowned: "You are the northern Yanfeng..." This boy was one of the newcomers who together with him to capture the flag, but he could not remember the name.

The teenager smiled and said: "Don't you remember? Defeat you, you will remember."

"Begin!" cried the deacon.

The boy suddenly sinks his face, and a strong aura flies to Wenjing, like a blade, avoiding the vitality of the body and hitting his shoulder.

Wen Jing turned his right hand and a blue shield appeared in his palm. The two spirits met and ignited a bright light. Wen Jing was also forced back by the other party's aura, and his face was cold.

Seeing that they are not much more than the disciples they tried, they were attracted by this one-shot attack.

These two are only sixteen or seven years old, but they are still practicing on the tenth floor. They are unheard of, and they are silent. They should not be disciples with high qualifications.

Especially the disciples who are recruited, they are very skilled in the mastery of the aura. The average person must practice at least ten years and eight years to form such a light blade, and his talent is savvy.

Wen Jing’s right hand trembled, and some of them couldn’t stand it. They looked through the strong light, but they saw each other still smiling.

He clenched his teeth and was surprised.

I am the body of Sanyang, so I have risen to the eleventh floor from the fifth floor of self-training in three years. This young boy is not the four spiritual roots, but the five spiritual roots. The talent is very poor. What is his origin?

In the mouth of the young man, the aura above the Spirit Shield is a bit stronger, and Wen Jing has stepped back a few steps, and has been forced to the edge of the ring, and is supported by death.

Only heard the sound of shattering, the blue shield was broken by life, but see Wen Jing flying in the air, his hands quickly issued four auras.

Two sighs were simultaneously made in the air.

Wen Jing's right shoulder is in the middle of the stroke, blood flow is not enough, can not lift the arm.

The boy’s eyes and nose were also stroked, red and swollen.

It turned out that Wen Jing saw that he only attacked and could not defend himself. He could not form a blade with a strong lethality. So he shot all four auras to his face. The boy couldn’t dodge, and he had two in his eyes. open.

Wen Jing did not return to God, his left hand quickly issued two auras, straight to the shoulders of the teenager.

Although the teenager couldn't open his eyes, his ears moved gently. He turned back and avoided two auras. He had not yet stood still, but suddenly there was a strong wind coming in front of him. He suddenly couldn't stand it and took a few steps back.

He did not know that he had retreated to the side of the ring. Suddenly, the teenager’s feet hanged and screamed and fell to the downfall.

"Hui Shifeng's 'ninety-two' victory! Two pillars!" The deacon disciple looked at the two and cried.

A lot of people have already gathered in the stage, and they are talking about who the winning teenager is.

Wen Jing was looking down at the disciple at the height of his face, smiling at the corner of his mouth. This is the first time in his life to win, it is inevitably arrogant, inadvertently turning his head, but suddenly seeing a slender figure not far away, is looking at himself. Wen Jing was shocked, how the heart of the brothers and sisters stood by and looked.

He turned to think that Jun’s brother was a modest gentleman, and his own appearance made him unhappy, so he quickly jumped to the stage and raised the boy in the eyes of the public. He was concerned: “Have you been injured?”

Despite this, his eyes only drifted to the distant Jun Yan.

Jun Yan's faint smile, gone.

The boy was held up by him, but he smiled a little: "No need to fake."

Wen Jing licked his lips and let go of his arm.

Your own attack power is low, you can't touch it hard, and you have to take advantage of it. I can't think of anything under the urgency, but it makes a few moves that Duan Xuan will hit herself every year. It was so painful and deeply impressed that only the brain was left in times of crisis.

Wen Jing modestly said: "I am lucky to win."

The teenager opened his eyes slightly and smiled: "I think so too."

Wen Jing had nothing to say, nodded and turned away.

On this day, Wen Jing remembered the name of the boy. His name is like a tour, and he is unknown in the northern Yanfeng on weekdays. Before I couldn't think of the summit, Beiyanfeng selected his disciples and found that he had quietly cultivated the eleventh layer of training. Even several brothers and friends did not know, and he was extremely surprised.

... It turned out to be a pig and a tiger.

After the game, this was gradually watched by Wen Jing, and he won two consecutive games, with a little reputation. It is a pity that after encountering a few brothers who practiced the 12th and 13th floors, they were beaten and bruised. Especially the disciple of Tian Hengfeng, he was unlucky to encounter two, and was crushed by force and could not stand.

A few days later, the first round of results announced that Wen Jing reluctantly mixed the top eight. Although he just hanged the tail of the car, he made Hui Shifeng happy and happy.

It turned out that Jun Yanzhi and He Ling also squeezed into the top eight, and together they entered the second round of the test.

Liu Qiang’s heart was slightly suspicious.

He Ling’s cultivation is high, and there are four sacred winds taught by Master. It is not surprising to enter the second round. Although Wenjing is young, Master is extremely harsh on him. In recent years, he has benefited a lot. He can see that his qualifications should be extraordinary.

However, Jun Yanzhi has always pursued the doctrine of the mean, and he did not see anything special. How is this so powerful?

It is necessary to know that the battle for the founding of the monks is even more fierce than that of practicing disciples. Those who can enter the top 80 are all supernatural, or people who have learned from home.

However, this suspicion only lasted for a while and was replaced by joy.

The so-called loss of one loss, one glory, the teachers and young people in the peak pulse have the ability, Hui Shifeng's days will naturally be much better. Liu Qian will never have a small belly and a dark stomach.

As for the differences between the other peaks and disciples, it goes without saying.

In the world, there are always young forces that are about to grow, and other forces that have already formed have such reactions. The first step is to doubt, suppress, and slay the emerging forces in the cradle. If it is unsuccessful, the emerging forces will continue to rise and develop and grow. The formed forces will know that they will not be able to withstand it, and they will begin to make good relations, draw relations and use each other.

Therefore, the rise of Hui Shifeng will inevitably have a certain impact on the Qingxu Jianzong.

After the first round of comparison, Wen Jing can still rest for a few days, Jun Yanzhi and He Ling have to re-enter the battle immediately, and several monks of the Qing Xu Jianzong.

Why is the second round of the foundation-based monks' trials not like the first round, but by force?

In fact, at the beginning, this was a good intention. The five-year summit test, the top 80 people are the talents of the Qing Xu Jian. In particular, the founding disciples are the mainstay of the Qingxu Jianzong. They are taking this opportunity to have a chance with the leaders of the peaks. They are familiar with it and aim to contact them.

It was a pity that later, the results of the judgment were somewhat subjective and unfair, causing controversy. On several occasions, the fight was very big, which was very embarrassing.

For the sake of fairness, the seats were invited to sit in the town of eight peaks.

Forty masters of the foundations came to power in order, except for the master of Benfeng, any of the peaks could do the trick. If you can get a shot, you will get five pebbles. Ten pebbles are obtained by two strokes, and so on.

Because there are eight peaks supervising each other, the process is much more standardized than before, but it is barely fair.

He Ling’s voice was higher, and he had four true winds. He even took four strokes when he was on the court. One of them was Jin Dun, Tian Hengfeng’s Jin Dan monk, Lu Changqing.

He Ling was vomited by Lu Changqing’s trick, but he still barely stood up and looked cold. When Lu Changqing came off the court, his lips were tight and he couldn’t say a word. The appreciation in his eyes could not be concealed.

He has twenty pebbles, and the first forty places should be kept.

On this day, the people in the ring were shaking, Wen Jing waited hard, and finally arrived at the day of Jun Yan. 2k novel reading network