MTL - Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother-Chapter 44

Since the Qing Dynasty Hall flew more than 200 feet, surrounded by cliffs, white clouds covered the mountains, looming river waterfalls. The higher the height, the wider the field of view and the colder the air. The Xiangyang Qunfeng was thrown at the foot, one by one, and became a small, inconspicuous small mound.

Zhu Xi pointed to a pearl-like lake surrounded by mountains: "That is the stone of the goddess on the Lake of the Immortals."

The Tiannv Stone is more than a dozen feet and is located in the center of Luoxian Lake. Looking away from elsewhere, it is an ordinary stone, no strange.

However, since the peak of Yurong Peak is looking down, the angle is slightly different. It is faintly visible that the woman’s smooth shoulders are smooth, her hair is long, and her side is slightly drooping. It is like a beautiful woman who is playing in the water, and Hui Shi. The peak of the Qing Dynasty is the name of the sword stone, one of the eight scenes of Fuyang.

The two gently fell on the bluestone plate at the top of Yurong Peak. Jun Yan looked down for a while and smiled and nodded: "Standing at the top of Yurong Peak, I really see different scenery."

Zhu Xidao: "The scenery here has been watching for a long time, and somewhere else is a bit inconspicuous."

Jun Yan's smile: "People have their own aspirations, some people like to climb high and look far, some people like warm and comfortable, different temperament, can not be generalized."

Zhu Xi has never been in dispute with others, and he cautiously said: "There is also reason for Jun Shidi to say, follow me."

Even in the early summer, the peaks are snowy and screaming. Jun Yanzhi walked along the flat bluestone road for a long time, looking at the strange peaks and rocks under the cliff, silent.

Finally, I saw a pavilion far away. It seems to be covered by white marble, and it is against the snow on the ground. It occupies a small area and is divided into two layers. It is much worse than the Qing Dynasty Hall. It only feels elegant and even small.

Zhu Xi said: "That is Feixianlou, let the younger brother go."

Thank you for your way. Don't panic and come slowly. The pavilion has a long history and is full of traces of vicissitudes of life. However, the surrounding aura is full of faintness, and it is faintly faintly radiated. Once you guess, you will be guarded by the extremely powerful array.

Jun Yanzhi did not dare to act rashly and stopped in front of the building: "The disciple wants to see him."

There was a steady voice coming from the pavilion: "Come in."

Jun Yanzhi's fingers touched the stone wall gently, and then carefully pushed the door into it, a slight glimpse.

He did not expect that the famous Feixian Building in the world turned out to be such a small space.

The left and right are all long scorpions made of black black iron, floating in the air in rows and rows, not touching each other, shaking gently. There was an aisle in the middle, and only two people could stand side by side with their shoulders. At the end of the walkway, the seat was put on the dark green robe and looked at him. The face was like a whiteboard, with a faint expression.

Jun Yan’s respectful salute: “The Sovereign.”

"Here is the place where the swords of Feixianlou are. Choose the sword you want."

Jun Yan had already made up his mind and said calmly: "The disciple has a ruthless request. I want to ask for the sword that was used by the dead wood fairy for 3,000 years ago. I don't know if the lord can give it."

When he said this, he was head down. He only felt that the room was very quiet and there was no sound for a long time.

After a while, a clear metal collision sounded in the attic, and Jun Yan raised his head and saw a long black iron box falling in the hands of the seat.

"啪" got a sound, the iron box opened, the raging murderous face came, like a myriad of fine needles pierced into the skin, although it would not cause pain to roll, but it is also unbearable.

Jun Yan stood silently and said: "It is this sword, thank you Lord."

Put the sword out of the black iron box, hold it in your hand and whisper: "You can't even stand the sword at once, how can you control it?"

"The disciple will practice hard."

"Do you want to practice "The Dead Wood Swordsman"?"

"Not bad."

The gaze of the banquet looked down and looked at it. Suddenly, the dark green figure swept in front of Jun Yanzhi without warning, and his hard hand held the throat of Jun Yan like a steel tong.

The change came too suddenly, and the face of Jun Yan was purple, and the man in front of him seemed to be very puzzled and angry.

The gaze of the seat was so complicated that he seemed to want to kill him, but hesitated. Killing and not killing only between him, the hand put on the seat is tight, and the five fingers only press his throat.

"Zong, the lord!" Jun Yan said that he was incoherent and shouted, "Please, express! I can't run!"

This sentence seems to have a little use, hesitated for a long time, finally let go of Jun Yan, there is doubt, cautious, and there seems to be a slight regret: "Why did you save Zhao Feng?"

Jun Yanzhi felt his throat and coughed for a while before returning to the original gentle look, but his face was still rosy. He said calmly: "The first time was too short to save. The second treatment was long and I was saved."

"Only for this reason?"

"Yes." The voice of Jun Yanzhi is dry and seems to be very dissatisfied. "The disciple did not dare to say that he had the grace of the sword. At least he did not do the wrong thing. Why did the lord do this to me, and tried several times to test my cultivation? Why? ”

The seat slowly put the Yiming sword well, and did not answer the question: "Yan, can you remember the childhood?"

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head, but there was an aching feeling that slowly spread throughout the body, like being slowly pinched, not hurting the skin, but smashing the bones one by one.

"I don't remember..." Jun Yan's whisper.

Why did you suddenly ask him about this? What does he know?

The table looked at him and said slowly: "It’s already a thing of the past. It’s no longer important to remember. I’m looking at you when I grew up, knowing that you are kind. Now that the devil is in the way, since you Inheriting the "Hundred Thousand Souls", but also to get a sword and "The Dead Wood Sword", it is the pillar of my Qing Jianzong. I don't care what you have in the past, but if one day hurts the sword, I will not be light. Can you be clear?"

Jun Yanzhi hangs his head: "Does the lord know what the disciple was when he was a child?"

The seat looked at him and gently threw the scorpion of the sword in his arms: "I only know that you are an orphan, the other is not clear. But the past has passed, you don't have to think about it."

He slowly walked out of Feixianlou, and his look has returned to normal: "There are dozens of top-level exercises on the second floor. Take three good practices."

It’s been half a year since I went to the winter.

No major events occurred within half a year, and the relationship between Hui Shifeng and Tian Hengfeng and Hong Xiufeng was soothing. Wenjing closed the practice and there was no news at all. However, Zhao Ningtian of Hong Xiufeng finally woke up. This short fat man loves his face too much. He had a suspicion with Jun Yan before, so he was told that he was rescued by Jun Yan and refused to express his gratitude. Jun Yan did not care at all. He went to visit him by the head of the doctor. He turned Zhao Ningtian into a big red face and finally said "the salvation of life, no memorable."

Since the "Deadwood Swordsmanship" has been obtained, Jun Yanzhi will spend most of his time on practicing swords. This sword method is really fierce. Jun Yanzhi only touches the fur, and he is amazingly struck by the power of the sword. But it is really inconsistent with nature. When practicing, he is extremely painful and almost destroys Dantian. Fortunately, "Feng Chunzhen" has a mitigating effect, Jun Yanzhi did not dare to neglect in cultivation, and finally entered the first layer.

Winter has always been the most difficult, and this year it has been alone. There are many things to consider in Jun Yan. When I went down the mountain many times, the time went too fast, and I turned to April.

On the early ninth of April, He Ling went out. Liu Qianmo asked him when Wen Jing was going out, He Ling said a word: "I don't know."

Jun Yanzhi bites his lips and does not make a sound.

After another month, the peak of the summit that was interrupted last year will continue. This year, Wenjing still has not gone out. It seems that he has to give up.

Jun Yan’s fall does not mean it. Wen Jing is too simple, this should not know too many things, silly to give him a warm blanket. The retreat has been good for many years. When I finished all the things, I was able to concentrate on him.

On the first day of June, the first round of the summit test began. The first free time of Jun Yan was preparing to see He Ling, but inexplicably saw a familiar and strange figure on the platform of the practicing disciple.

It turned out to be out. I haven’t seen it for a year, it seems to grow taller...

Wenjing has the feeling of being young, tall and well-proportioned, and looks very refreshing, maybe just bathed soon. Jun Yanzhi looked faintly, only felt that the whole body of blood rushed down, and hurriedly suppressed it.

Wen Jing carried the "scrap iron" of the sword for a year, and focused on the opponents in the ring. The so-called Yujia Road is narrow, and the other party ranks third among Tian Hengfeng's practicing disciples. In the last move of the last year, he will beat himself down, and there is no ambiguity.

The disciple clearly felt the cultivation of the 13th layer of the Wenjing qi, the pupil contraction, like a provocative eagle, restless.

He Ling did not know when to come to Jun Yanzhi and watch it quietly.

Jun Yan said: "Last year, only 11 layers of air were trained, and two layers were raised within one year."

"Well, he is attentive."

The heart of Jun Yanzhi is slightly sinking. It is not easy for He Ling to say "concentration".

He was bitter in his heart and tried to adjust his mentality. Wen Jing can concentrate on practicing the sword, not necessarily putting all his thoughts on himself...

There are almost no swords in the practicing disciples. Wen Jing carries this "scrap iron", which is big and ugly. It seems a bit funny, attracting a lot of people.

Even if you use a sword, it’s not bad to be able to slap your disciples. Is there any ability for this boy?

A sound, a test start.

Tian Hengfeng disciple grasped four auras, and went to Wenjing as a sharp blade. Together, they couldn’t see each other. This disciple is the root of the water system, with lightness and the most rapid and flexible movements. The power of the Spirit Blade is not to be said for a while, but the speed is the best of Tian Hengfeng's disciples.

Wen Jing is not flustered, mentioning the infuriating, and throwing "scrap iron" in the air.

Swords are coming out!

Everyone frowned and yelled.

"What have I seen? I am dreaming?"

"Just a sword, how can there be such a sword? This is not even a move?"

With a few violent collisions, Jianqi easily scatters the flying edge of the spirit. The disciple stayed and stood still and did not know what to do.

Wen Jing had to throw a sword, but the disciple suddenly flew down the platform: "I don't fight!"

Deacon disciple said: "Huishi Feng Wen Jing Sheng!"

The people under the field began to squat.

"Kid, show another trick! Don't wave your sword, come and shoot a real sword!"

"The most basic swordsmanship! Come on!"

"The foundation-based disciples don't have to have such a sword-like spirit! Hurry up, let us open our eyes!"

The noise under Leitai made Wen Jing a bit passive. He only practiced a year of swords. He practiced swinging swords for half a year, and the swordsmanship was not on the table. After swinging the sword for 50,000 times, Duan Xuan once taught him a basic sword style, but he always felt that the sword had not been trained, the power could be bigger, and he sneaked seven or eight hundred swords. The sword was slightly small and began to practice swords.

Wen Jing did not respond, but in the discussion of the people jumped down the platform, far away, but saw Jun Yanzhi and He Ling stood together, smiling at him. His mind was like being inserted into a sword, and he was stunned.

A year ago, what happened to Jun Yan was replayed in the mind like a movie. It was vividly in the eyes, and his voice shouted his bad deeds and was unsightly. Now I want to come, I didn’t have much responsibility last year, like a tortoise, and I ran after I finished.

Wen Jing bowed his head to the front of Jun Yan, whispered: "Two brothers, four brothers."

Closer look, Wen Jing is handsomer than last year, black hair dripping, not like sweat, it is like a trace of bathing, falling to the face, and slipping to the lips. Jun Yan's body has a thin layer of sweat, almost out of control, but elegantly said: "The sword has been in full swing."

Wen Jing listened to the familiar gentle voice, his heart was sour, but finally relaxed. The brother of Jun is a modest gentleman. It seems that it is pretending that nothing happened last year. Let him put himself a horse. 2k novel reading network