"Huh?!" "Uh!" There were several muffled grunts in the hall, and angry eyes were staring at them.

The old man in front of him was also full of excitement, his face was purple and red, and then pale as paper. Jingguang swept down, and immediately became furious, "Gu Lei, you get out of here!" Volleyed a palm towards the young man, how could there be a trace of a master.

After knocking over the three of them, the boy really rolled out of the hall. Roll over and stand up, it's not who Guray is. Knowing that he was causing trouble, he naturally didn't dare to care, turned around and arched his hand, and smiled, "I'm sorry, it must have been my brother who missed me just now, hehe, you continue, you continue." With that, he slipped out of the hall. For the old man's second palm was raised again. The old man was so angry that he blew his beard, if he didn't know that the Gu clan had two more Venerable-level Haqing elders, he wouldn't have abolished you with this palm. Sneezing when practicing, wandering and distraction are all trivial things, and if you don't get it right, you will rush through the waste veins, you are really a genius in the world.

As for how the old man and those disciples recovered Gu Lei, it didn't matter, and the punch of "Dong" made the ancient trees in the courtyard fall to the ground with a sigh. "Damn, what a broken place, it's not chanting scriptures or meditating, it's better to have fun at home. With a shake of his hand, he pulled out a cyan long sword, put it to his mouth and pulled it down, and took a deep breath as if he had smelled something delicious. looked back at the entrance of the hall, "Dead old man, pretend, don't worry, the master doesn't want to stay here for a long time." With that, he swept the fallen leaves on the ground fiercely, and looked up in the direction of the ancient clan on the courtyard wall. "Brother Yu doesn't know what he's doing now, and that bastard Gu San. ”

I didn't know that the two were fighting fiercely now. As soon as Langyu's second step landed, the oncoming Gu San Iron Fan pointed at him, and another cloud of mysterious golden light flashed.

"Poof...... After a bang, it once again scattered between heaven and earth, and in the dazzling light, Langyu just took a wrong step backwards, and took the third step out. After three steps, Gu San was stunned, even if he was willing to hollow out his Xuan Qi, but Lang Yu's figure disappeared between the waves, and suddenly he turned around, and his left back shoulder was already a palm, and he stumbled two steps diagonally, this is still Lang Yu's temporary fist into a palm, otherwise I am afraid that Gu San will be out of the circle this time. As soon as Gu San stood up, there was another palm on his right shoulder, and he turned in a circle, and then there was another palm on his left shoulder.

After the three palms, Gu San completely lost the ability to resist, one step passive, short hands everywhere, if only the sound of "poof" palms could be heard clearly in the big field, there was silence, and the ancient disciples on both sides were dumbfounded. I saw the ancient three tumblers in the field staggering for a while, but Lang Yu was like a gopher "swishing" all over the ground, and he couldn't see the trajectory of his actions at all.

Gu Mo himself didn't know when he had stood up. Mu Qiurou's eyes widened, and one crisp hand half-covered the cherry mouth that couldn't be closed. Only Gan Thirteen was still sitting firmly in the chair. Squinting his eyes and nodding slightly. After Lang Yu made his eighth palm, he suddenly turned around and shouted "Stop!" and the disciples woke up in shock.

"Good!"

"Well played!"

"Young Master!"

Lang Yu just found the feeling, the abuse of feelings is really addictive! Hearing the shout, he still slapped his palm in a chic manner, and jumped out of the way reflexively. "Bang" The iron fan stretched out on his chest, and he smiled and watched the ancient three in the field turn left and right three times before he stood slowly.

"You-" Only one word was spoken, and Gu San took two steps back.

"Hehe, I agreed" Lang Yu closed the fan with both hands, hugged his fists, and threw the fan over casually.

Gu San raised his hand and grabbed the fan. Turning his head left and right to look at his feet, his little face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and his feelings have been dangling in this small circle. For a while, my mind was full of depression and grievance. I have always been the master of playing with others, and today I am completely planted.

"You and ......" Gu San's nameless fire couldn't help it.

"Haha, good boy"

"Hehe," the four people who were watching the battle not far away walked over laughing. Gu San's half sentence choked back. The little fist clenched and clenched, and finally stared at Lang Yu and squeezed out two words.

"Demons!"

One plunged into the crowd. Look at the few disciples who squeezed forward to curry favor with Lang Yu, where is there still a trace at this time.

"Mother, Xiaoyu, what kind of martial arts is this?" Under the low tree two or three hundred meters away, two figures, one white and one purple, were also shocked by this scene. For the first time, I saw Langyu's real shot. The demon's physique, the strange body. Yueyue was shocked and couldn't hide her excitement, as if she had surpassed the moment she broke through the martial artist. In half a year, he has reached the level of overpowering a third-order fighter, and he can't be happy or unhappy. Thinking of the practice of catching birds and beating cloth, does it have such a miraculous effect? This answer can only be asked by the mother next to him.

Lu Xueying was still looking in the direction of the training ground, but her brows tightened. The answer to the question was not asked: "Maybe you are right, Yu'er should indeed go out to see it, but my mother always has a feeling of unease." It seems to ......"

Quietly closed his eyes for a while, then turned his head to look at Yueyue beside him, "Yu'er is not a martial art, it is a special body technique, maybe it is ......" Speaking of this, he didn't continue. But changed the topic, "This time I went to the town, you should go too, take care of him, don't make trouble, don't let people find out about the physical cultivation, I will also tell him these words, bring you a few things when I go back, and send a message to me at any time, in addition, you must have a bottom in your heart, in today's view, Yu'er only used thirty percent of his strength, and he should be a few percent sure of escaping under the hands of a first-order warrior in the future." ”

"Ahh

Lu Xueying just nodded. "At most, we will leave the ancient village in a year, my mother doesn't want any accidents, you two must protect your ......"

Seeing a group of ancient clan disciples on the training ground hugging Lang Yu and walking down the mountain road with great interest, after Lu Xueying told Yue Yue, the two figures also quietly returned to Fengyuan.

"Fifty percent? How is it possible? That doesn't mean that he can even fight with the samurai. In the hall of the ancient clan, Mu Qiurou looked at the man with thick eyebrows with an expression of disbelief.

"Maybe less. Jiusheng is already the most conservative judgment. Gu Mo, who was thinking on the side, said quietly and surely. "In your opinion, how many paragraphs is Xiao Yu now?"

Gu Jiusheng, who had thick eyebrows, pondered for a moment and shook his head, "It's hard to say, as the same physical practitioner, he seems to give me a little different feeling, don't hide it from the patriarch, for a while, I actually gave birth to a sense of danger in him." It's as if you're facing a monster. ”

Speaking of this, Gu Mo and Mu Qiurou glanced at each other, and they felt deeply sympathetic. But the reason why Gu Jiusheng was brought in, of course, was because Lang Yu was also physically cultivated. To what extent Lang Yu has reached, although Gu Mo is already a second-order warrior, he still can't accurately judge the physical cultivation. But after a competition, Gu Mo was very uneasy. Two children have reached the level of samurai, and it seems unlikely that two more elders will be left. After all, there were no constraints when the two of them were supposed to be elders, and Gu Mo didn't dare.

While thinking about what to do next, Gu Jiusheng on the side couldn't help but say: "Patriarch, although Gu Yu's physique is indeed stronger than that of ordinary physical practitioners, I think he can easily defeat Gu San because of his body style." If there is such a body mantra, it is conceivable that the body practitioners in the clan will be able to compete with the qi cultivators of the same level. Although he felt a little reckless, Gu Jiusheng still expressed his desire. As soon as Lang Yu's footwork was unfolded, this fifth-stage physical practitioner had a straight eye, and such a strange body technique was definitely an irresistible temptation for physical cultivation.

"Fight!" After a while, Gu Mo suddenly stood up. "You actually had such an idea, are you going to destroy my ancient clan!?" Under the angry glare, the tall man knelt on the ground with a "flutter". "Jiusheng didn't dare. ”

"What I saw today, if I reveal a word outside, the clan rules will deal with it! Go back!" Gu Mo's face sank like water. Turned his head and glanced at Mu Qiurou on the side. There is no intimacy under the clan rules, and the two should be in unison.

Why was it okay just now, this said that the face changed when he changed his face, although he felt that his words were a little inappropriate, it was just a talk, so it would not be so strict as the old patriarch! What is the reason, it is not for Gu Jiusheng to guess. Quickly got up, gave another salute and withdrew. After going out, he was still beating the drum in his heart, thinking about today's events, how could there be any obstacles? In short, when the patriarch was angry, he couldn't bear it, and if he wanted to blame himself, he would blame himself for being confused for a while, and then he remembered that he didn't know what level of magic he could hope for, and it was better to control his mouth.

Seven days later, four carriages set off from the front of the Gu family's compound, with a total of thirty-two disciples, who were selected to be sent to the town for testing. There is no grand scene, it is a routine every year, just like the physical examination of primary school students, the fast one is three or five days, and the slow one will not exceed half a month, and the ancient village is less than two hundred miles away from the town, and a golden horse is only half a day's footsteps. Although Lang Yu felt a little excited, it was nothing new for most Gu Clan disciples. Some of them have been there a few times, but only a few little guys who have joined this year are the same as Langyu, that is, novel and a little apprehensive. The only difference from last year is that there are more teams accompanying them this time than in previous years, and there are two third-order martial artists leading the team. In addition, there are four more soy sauce players in the car. Langyu, Yueyue, and Qingyu and Blue Pearl.

Lang Yu is the place he has won, Yueyue is of course designated by his mother, and the two maids are Lang Yu's favor. Last night, looking at the lost eyes of the two girls, I looked a little envious of entering the city. Lang Yu was a little unbearable, he had been waiting for him inside and out for more than a year, and now he wanted to enter the city just a matter of many words, and Lang Yu was not stingy with this favor. After following myself for a long time, being able to fulfill such a small wish is not in vain.