Cheng Mo deeply knew that his sect was now weaker, and he wanted to develop in a low-key manner first, not to make enemies with others, and not to cause any trouble.

After coming to Qinghai City, Cheng Mo did not cause any trouble, and took the initiative to retreat step by step.

But even so, trouble will still take the initiative to find the door.

Especially when he heard the two little disciples of the eighth-rate sect speak disrespectfully, he is also a head of the sect anyway, and he despises himself so much, which makes Cheng Mo really unbearable, so the scene just now appeared, Cheng Mo launched a mouth cannon attack.

"Oops, I'll go!"

The disciple of the Iron Fist Sect was suddenly unhappy, and said, "Dare to let me get out of the Tiger Roar Sect? Are you impatient?"

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

Several Iron Fist disciples who were busy next to the tent rushed out of their doors.

The people of the Bone Sect also came out with great gear.

The disciples of these sects not only have the strength of the fifth or sixth stage of qi induction, but they are also muscular.

Our Cheng Zhangmen's body, because of long-term malnutrition, is thin, and surrounded by their eyebrows, it looks quite weak and vulnerable.

"What's the situation?"

"The Iron Fist and the Bone Faction are going to fight?"

Warriors from various factions in the vicinity gathered around.

When he saw Cheng Mo, a thin young man opposite the two factions, he realized that it was not the sect that was fighting because of snatching disciples, but against the same person.

"Huh?"

Someone was surprised: "Isn't he the guy at the gate of the city, claiming to be the head of the arrogant immortal faction?"

The disciples of the Bone Sect and the Iron Fist Sect were also stunned, looked at the banner, the arrogant immortal faction, and then looked at Cheng Mo and said: "This guy is the head of the arrogant immortal faction? I always thought he was a disciple!"

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Cheng Mo couldn't wait to rush forward, grabbed the other party's neck, and yelled that this seat is the master, is there any problem!

There is a problem.

The strength is not as strong as a martial artist, and the person is still so immature and thin.

Such a person, in the eighth-rate sect, is at most a core disciple.

The deacon of the Iron Fist Sect arched his hand and said jokingly: "It turns out that Your Excellency is actually a big master, disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

The Bone Sect disciple also grinned and said, "Accidentally offending a master, it's terrible, it's terrible." ”

The tense atmosphere was much weaker under the ridicule and sarcasm of the two, and it could be regarded as a mockery to find a step down.

After all, even if they were given ten guts, they would not dare to make a move in Qinghai City, but the city lord Fu had clear regulations prohibiting private fighting, violators were arrested, and those with serious circumstances were beheaded on the spot.

Cheng Mo didn't want to pay attention to the people of these two sects at all now, and said calmly: "You guys are gathered in front of my sect's face, and you are not allowed to recruit disciples, don't you need to recruit disciples?"

"Oh poof!

The disciple of the Iron Fist Sect said with a smile: "An unpopular garbage sect still wants to recruit disciples, what a big joke!"

"Can't say that. ”

The deacon of the Iron Fist Sect couldn't help but laugh and said, "Maybe there are people who have a sick brain and can't open their eyes, and they will join the arrogant immortal faction." ”

The disciple of the Bone Sect looked at everyone, and the mockery hooked up at the corners of his mouth became stronger, and said: "These days, four-legged toads are running all over the ground, but this person with a sick brain and can't open his eyes is not easy to find!"

The two sang and harmonized, making the onlookers laugh, and the body of the poem dyed ice on the side began to exude a cold air, which meant that they would do it if they didn't agree.

These two people can't open their eyes, and their brains are sick, isn't it just the poetry that dyes themselves!

Cheng Mo hurriedly stepped forward and pulled a handful of poetry dyed ice to calm down, feeling the cold dissipate, Cheng Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

After another taunt, they went back to their own doors.

"Master, why did you stop me just now and let me kill those two disciples?"

Hearing Shi Ran Bing's question, Cheng Mo said earnestly: "If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, when you enter the city, you also saw that martial artists are forbidden to do it in the city! ”

Shi Ran Bing said in a low voice: "You don't need to care, how I am my freedom." Master, now it's you, do you want me to find a crack in the ground and let you get in?"

Originally, Cheng Da was in charge, but when he heard this, his eyelids went straight up.

......

Because they were in Qinghai City, the two eighth-rate sects didn't dare to teach Cheng Mo a lesson, so after a mouthful of artillery attacks and ridicule, they let the other party sandwich their faces between them.

The crowd of onlookers also dispersed, but they returned to their respective faces, and they talked about the arrogant immortal faction and Cheng Mo, and their words were full of contempt and contempt.

Cheng Mo turned a deaf ear at the moment, reclining on the chair and dozing.

Shi Ran Bing said: "Master, you are really broad-minded. ”

Cheng Mo replied: "Life in the world, it should be like this, you can see the blue sky with a big heart, you can think a lot, you care a lot, and you will be very tired to live if you have too many fetters." ”

Shiran Bing felt that it made sense, but it was just ...... She asked, "Dao, "So how sure is the head of the sect that he can recruit disciples now?"

Cheng Mo smiled confidently and said, "Ten percent sure." ”

"Cut. ”

Because the door was close, the people of the Iron Fist Sect and the Bone Sect also heard it, and they scoffed one by one. The head of this arrogant immortal faction is not high in cultivation, not very old, and he is quite good at, and he is not afraid of blowing up the bull, which is really self-confidence.

"Iron Fist Deacon. ”

The deacon of the Bone Sect came out at this time and shouted loudly, "Idle is idle, why don't we make a bet?"

"Oh?"

The Iron Fist deacon smiled, "Bet on what?"

The deacon of the Bone Sect looked at Cheng Mo with his afterglow, intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Let's bet, how many people will come to this garbage sect for consultation, and we won't bet on joining the sect, the result is too obvious." ”

The garbage sect, what is worth it, that must be the arrogant immortal faction has not run away.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

The Iron Fist deacon smiled, "You might as well take a gamble." ”

The deacon of the bone faction said loudly: "I bet that no one will come to consult, and I bet five taels!"

The deacon of the Iron Fist Sect said with a smile: "It's also a sect, no matter how rubbish it is, there should be a blind boy to consult, I bet that there will be someone to consult, and the bet is five taels!"

Five taels is not much bet.

The two of them didn't intend to gamble, mainly to satirize Cheng Mo.

No way.

Who let Cheng Mo build his face between the two eighth-rate sects, he can borrow it, but he will definitely have to pay a price.

Nothing is free lunch!

may also be in a panic, listening to the gambling contract between the two factions, the warriors of various sects have discussed.

"This kind of sect that doesn't enter the stream, it's a joke to come here, and no one will definitely consult. ”

"What's more, how could a teenager and girl with ambition and talent join such a garbage sect. ”

"It's strange to say, that good-looking girl, her aura just now seems to be a little strong, why has she been standing in the face of the arrogant immortal sect, could it be a disciple?"

"No, such a rotten sect can recruit such a beautiful female disciple?"

The warriors of various factions chatted and chatted, and their eyes were on Shi Ran Bing.

Hey, I have to say.

Wherever the beautiful girl goes, it is a beautiful landscape.

"Dye the ice. ”

Cheng Mo said suddenly: "Come, give this seat a beating leg." ”

Shiran Bingliu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and secretly said that this product is a little bit inch-in, it seems that the good face has given too much, so that he floats.

Cheng Mo suppressed his voice and said: "So many people are watching, give me some face." ”

“......”

Shi Ran Bing walked slowly, raised his hand gently, and beat it up with a regular 'bang bang'.

This strength is no different from beating a sandbag, although Cheng Zhangmen's legs are very painful and his expression is very broken, but in front of everyone, he still smiles and shows that he is enjoying it.

"I'll go!"

"It's really a disciple of the Arrogant Immortal Sect!"

"Where is the reason!"

"Such a beautiful disciple who is clear and jade, if he is placed in another sect, it is a treasure, and he has to beat his legs. ”

Seeing Shi Ran Bing beating Cheng Mo's legs, the warriors of all factions were not only surprised, but also deeply envious when they were younger.

......

Three days later.

Cheng Mo has been here for the third day.

Sitting on the chair with his shoulders drooping, watching the teenagers and girls walk in front of him one by one, without stopping at all, Cheng Mo is not in a hurry or impatient, what should come will always come, these who do not join and do not consult, it is their loss!

This is Shi Ran Bing coming over and saying, "Master, do you need to beat your shoulders?"

"Don't, don't!"

Thinking of the process of Shi Ran Bing beating his leg three days ago, Cheng Mo hurriedly said: "I still want to live for two more years!"

Because the recruitment is now in the ** period, each sect is busy with preparations, and no one pays attention to or ridicules Cheng Mo's arrogant immortal faction.

In the past few days, Jun Changxiao has also learned a lot of news from various sects, such as what village and township, and young people with good qualifications come to participate in recruitment.

Although teenagers and girls are free to choose a sect to join, the sect also needs to verify the other party's qualifications to determine whether they are qualified enough.

For example, the advanced eighth-rate sects, they have certain qualification requirements for recruiting disciples, and the ninth-rate sects are more casual, as long as they have a little qualification, they can get started.

"At this recruitment conference, the popular one among the various factions is Wang Lingxuan, a hunter in the deep mountains of Qinghai County, who has no relatives and no reason. ”

"It is said that Wang Lingxuan has now reached the twelfth stage of Qi Induction, as if he is only fifteen years old this year, wouldn't that qualification be the same as that of Shi Dye Bing? If such a genius can be recruited into the door, there will definitely be only benefits, no harm. ”

Cheng Mo was muttering to himself, when he suddenly noticed that the surroundings were quiet, and he instinctively looked up and saw that the two disciples of the Eighth Rank Sect were staring at him in amazement.

"Poofhaha!"

"Wang Lingxuan is such a rare genius, many big sects rush to ask for it, this guy is actually thinking about recruiting, there must be something wrong with his brain!"

"It's good that this Cheng Mo is young and ignorant, he dares to think about anything!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Cheng Mo was speechless, his feelings were amplified by them if he didn't intend to say a word, did he cross over by himself, the system made a mistake, and turned his protagonist's aura into a halo of hatred?

"Boss. ”

Shi Ran Bing whispered on the side: "What they said is right, you don't daydream." ”

These words were like a sharp and barbed knife, stabbing Cheng Mo's heart, he slumped on the chair, and secretly howled: "Can this head still be the master, how can this disciple !!be like this?"