In the southern section of the Dongyue Mountains, green mountains stand.

At the foot of the mountain, there was an extra bamboo chair, on which lay a green-robed Taoist man, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was long, as if he was asleep.

There were many disciples in the distance, most of whom had just finished class, carrying their schoolbags and pointing.

"That's the new Elder Aoyama?"

"I heard that the surname is Lin. ”

"Can you really answer any question? you go and try it, and there won't be a few spirit stones. ”

"Get out of the way, why don't you try. ”

Everyone giggled and laughed, but none of them actually walked over.

There are many reasons for this.

For this group of disciples, their knowledge of the peaks is limited to the deacons of the various mountains they saw in the class, as well as the word of mouth of the senior brothers and sisters, the disciples of that peak have exquisite swordsmanship, the disciples of this peak have strong fist skills, or the elders of the mountain gate have a high and profound realm, and the senior sisters are well-behaved and lovely.

Xiao Qingshan has not sent anyone to give a lecture for many years, and there are no disciples on the mountain who can show their strength, and the former elder Zhang Dahai has not stepped out of the mountain for decades, and has long been forgotten by this group of outer monks.

Suddenly hearing this, some idlers flipped through the booklet of the ranking of the peaks, and found the name of Qingshan at the end.

There is only one disciple named on it named Xiao Bao, and he is not famous at all, and there is no record of the exercises that this mountain gate is best at, which is quite conspicuous among the peaks.

Of course, even so, it is inevitable that there will be disciples who are sick and rush to the doctor.

What really stopped them was the news that came out among the disciples of the mountain gate, it was said that Xiao Qingshan had originally been regarded as a backup place for cultivation by other mountain gates, but yesterday an Elder Lin suddenly appeared and cut off their thoughts.

As long as you are not a fool, you can figure out the relationship.

It's a big hole, whoever steps on it is stupid.

If you offend Deacon Zhufeng, people will give you small shoes to wear in class in the future...... No, this group of ordinary disciples didn't even have the qualifications to be put in small shoes.

Do you want to practice hard in the future?

......

The old man in gray stood on the mountain road in the distance, silently staring at the foot of the green mountain, and the old man showed a hint of mockery on his face.

Want to take in apprentices?

Dream!

Even if Qin Jianxian was in person, he couldn't stop them from watching Xiao Qingshan's thoughts, not to mention that the other party was only suspected of having something to do with Qin Hongsleeve.

A good cultivation treasure land, empty for more than ten years.

Zhang Dahai has made a great contribution to the sect, and Shouyuan is approaching, so he must put all his attention on breaking through the Jindan realm, and the south hall is reluctant to let him go.

Now that Elder Zhang has failed to condense the Jindan, he has died of life, and a bullshit cultivator has come out again, and he really thinks that Zhufeng is a vegetarian.

There are many disciples in Huayang Peak, and they are almost unable to squeeze in, and the spiritual veins have a tendency to dry up, why can you occupy a mountain alone.

Deacon Fang sneered and stood with his arms crossed.

At most, he will be allowed for another two or three months, and after the outer gate competition, if Xiao Qingshan can't even send a single disciple, someone will naturally take back his elder name.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly to the west.

I saw a young man holding his head and a piece of grass in his mouth, walking lazily towards the green mountain.

Not far behind him, there were two disciples in short coats.

"Yang Mu?" Deacon Fang recognized the young man at a glance.

"What does this bastard want to do. ”

It's not that the old man has a good memory, the other party is a disciple of Huayang Peak, for the sake of his Jindan Realm uncle's face, he even worships under another deacon who is older than himself, and his identity is only in the true inheritance of the elder, and he is ready to wait for him to break through the foundation building period and be sent to the inner door.

It's a pity that this son has a stubborn personality and extremely poor qualifications, and he has been in Dongyue Sect for seven or eight years, and his realm is still in the middle stage of qi refining, and he doesn't even have the ability to get a hand.

It's okay to be an ordinary disciple, but he is a disciple of the Mountain Sect who has been carefully taught by the half-step Jindan Realm master, and with such progress, it is no wonder that the deacon is extremely disappointed.

The mud can't hold up the wall.

At this time, Deacon Fang frowned slightly, because he saw Yang Mu walking towards the foot of the green mountain.

......

......

"Hey, wake up. ”

Standing in front of the bamboo chair, Yang Mu spit out the grass roots in his mouth and shouted loudly.

"Can you settle down!"

Wang Yao, who was still hesitating in the distance, was taken aback by him, and hurriedly rushed over and bowed to the sleeping Taoist in the bamboo chair: "The disciple has seen Elder Qingshan. ”

"Yo, I thought you wouldn't dare come. Yang Mu rolled his eyes and glared at the many disciples who were looking at him with interest.

"Look at what, the master will kill you!"

Hearing this, a short-tempered monk began to roll up his sleeves, and was pulled by the person next to him and whispered in his ear.

After figuring out the boy's identity, the monk looked away with disdain in his eyes and snorted.

Yang Mu was not ashamed at all, but waved his fist even more presumptuously.

"Your mother......" the monk gritted his teeth.

"Your mother!" Yang Mu scolded back unceremoniously.

"I'm ......," the monk took a deep breath.

"I'll lift your mother's coffin!" the boy spat out.

The monk's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to beat, and he couldn't scold, so he could only turn around and leave angrily.

"Hush. Yang Mu arrogantly retracted his gaze, turned to a pair of clear eyes, and saw that the Taoist on the bamboo chair was looking at him calmly.

"What do you look at again, do you want to ......"

The words stopped abruptly, he looked at the palm of the Taoist who was gently raised, and suddenly there was a sigh in his heart, only to feel a chill all over his body, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Lin Ze withdrew the frost sword qi hidden in his sleeve, and said indifferently: "If you have something to say, get out of here." ”

He's not in a good mood right now.

Just used the simulator to deduce Xiao Bao again, and for three years, in addition to his cultivation and continuous climbing, the little guy still has no intention of going out to hunt for treasures.

Obviously he has a legendary character card, but it can't be used.

Full of aggrieved.

Wang Yao watched Yang Mu deflated and suddenly felt surprised.

You must know that there are so many deacons in the classroom, and none of them can suppress the other party, even if he snores in class, he can only sigh and act as if he didn't see it.

After a moment's pause, he suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit.

"Elder, the disciple has a ......" Wang Yao opened the book bag, stretched out his hand to touch the paper that recorded the difficult problems of cultivation, and suddenly paused, and there were many conversations in his ears.

"Who is that person, who really dares to go to Elder Lin to solve his doubts?"

"It seems to be surnamed Wang. ”

"Doesn't he know that our new elder is only in the early stage of foundation building?"

Then came the laughter.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Wang Yao's eyes.

The palm that reached into the bookbag was pulled out again, and after waiting for so many years, what could I do if I waited for another two months?

Breaking down the mountain palm inch by inch is a unique technique of Huayang Peak, even if this elder has a high realm, I am afraid he will not be able to help himself.

He flinched.