Inside the Swordsman Sect's residence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bang"

"The vertical son is ignorant and deceives people too much!"

Seeing that the coffee table that was originally intact instantly turned into powder in Yun Jizi's hands, Li Ruhai and Chen Yifan both knelt on the ground.

"Please calm the master's anger"

"Why are you kneeling me, get up for me!"

Looking at Yun Jizi with an angry face, Li Ruhai and Chen Yifan looked at each other and slowly stood up.

"Okay, Senior Brother Lu, this is all a fight by the juniors, you can put out the fire first" Qingxuan Zhenren waved his hand at Chen Yifan and the others, signaling them to go out.

"The disciple retired first"

"Little junior brother, senior brother and I have been eliminated, and you are the only one on our Qingzhu Peak, these **** have to take care of the senior brother, so your competition brother can't personally cheer for you"

After exiting the door, Li Ruhai explained to Chen Yifan: "You should pay more attention to yourself during the game, especially the **** people in the Demon King Palace, if you can't beat it, admit defeat quickly, don't fall like a senior brother, otherwise you won't be able to take care of your brother."

"Second Senior Brother, please rest assured, Senior Brother has his own measure" Chen Yifan nodded lightly, "I don't know how Senior Brother's injury is?"

"Senior brother has many injuries to his bones, but he has improved a lot after taking the pill of your righteous brother, junior brother, next time I have the opportunity to say thank you to your eldest brother on behalf of the two of us, our Qingzhufeng owes others a favor" Li Ruhai sighed a little.

"Well, I'll tell him when I see my eldest brother, second senior brother go, let's go see if senior brother is awake"

In the room, Qing Xuan Zhenren looked at Yun Jizi, who was still angry, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Senior brother, this is now this sensitive moment, don't lose a big one because of a small one."

"Because of a small loss, hehe" Yun Jizi smiled coldly, "Senior brother, do you mean that my disciple was beaten and this matter is settled?"

"Senior Brother Lu, you're a little paranoid," Qingxuan Zhenren sighed lightly.

"Paranoia, if paranoia can vent the anger in my chest at the moment, then I'd rather be paranoid!" Yun Jizi's thick eyebrows were raised and his eyes widened angrily, "It's you, senior brother, your own disciple was beaten, you don't go to him to seek justice for your disciple, but you are talking nonsense about me......"

"Presumptuous!" Qing Xuan Zhenren slapped the coffee table fiercely.

"Senior brother, calm your anger" Yun Jizi took a breath and calmed the anger in his chest.

"Yun Jizi! Do you think that the humiliation of your disciple is just the humiliation of your Yun Jizi alone? Don't forget, your disciple is also the son of my swordsman! That is also the humiliation of my Qingxuan! It is also the humiliation of the entire swordsman!"

Looking at Qing Xuan Zhenren with an angry face, Yun Jizi took a deep breath and said, "Senior brother, please calm your anger, just now, it was not the junior brother just now."

After speaking, Yun Jizi turned around and bowed to Qingxuan Zhenren!

Looking at Yun Jizi with a solemn face, Qing Xuan Zhenren's face gradually improved.

"Senior brother, I know that you are angry in your heart, but why not be a brother? But now is not the time to vent your own personal anger, we must put the common people in the world first! No matter what they say, they are also part of our righteous path, and this is such a sensitive period, if they are really urgent, it is inevitable that they will make some results that we do not want to see."

Hearing Qing Xuan Zhenren say this, Yun Jizi was suddenly shocked in his heart.

"Senior brother, what do you mean ......?"

"Senior brother, things haven't come to that point yet, don't jump to conclusions" Qing Xuan Zhenren directly interrupted Yun Jizi's words, and stretched out his hand to put an enchantment.

"Beware of the wall with ears"

……

After the incident in the morning, the Council of Elders announced a new rule, that is, no action should be made against Daoists who had lost their combat power, and as soon as this decree came out, some people naturally rejoiced and some people secretly gritted their teeth.

"The winner of this game, Demon Tianxing," said the young man in black loudly on the T-shaped platform.

"This fellow Daoist, I have conceded" Demon Tianxing bowed his hand slightly to the figure that fell to the ground, turned around and walked off the high platform.

"This demon Tianxing has won three games in a row, and I haven't seen his spirit beast so far, it's really amazing," the audience sighed in a low voice.

"That's natural, otherwise people wouldn't be the favorite to win the championship this time," a man with a mustache echoed.

"That's right, you see the style of others, every time after the competition, he will bow slightly to the opponent, this is not like his fellow disciples, all of them are brutal, they have no cultural literacy, they are simply a group of uncivilized beasts" The man in a Confucian shirt nodded.

"Boy, who do you say is an uncivilized beast, I think you are tired and crooked," a tall man said viciously.

"Who are you, I said his junior brother, but I didn't say you" The man in the Confucian shirt rolled his eyes.

"Boy, I think you're looking for a fight!" the tall man glared, and then rushed forward with his right fist.

"Stop!" At this moment, a broken cry came out of thin air.

A path gradually split out in the crowd, and I saw an unusually handsome man walking slowly.

"Big, big brother" After the tall man saw the appearance of the visitor clearly, his legs trembled slightly.

"This fellow Daoist, my junior brother didn't understand the reason and collided with you, please don't take it to heart, this is a little compensation" After saying this, Demon Tianxing stretched out his hand and handed a small bag to the man in the Confucian shirt.

"No, no, I can't want it."

After the man in the Confucian shirt opened the bag, he found that it was a whole spirit stone, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly sent the bag over.

"Hehe, this junior brother, you can take it if you give it to you, just treat it as if I invited you to eat and drink"

Demon Tianxing turned around and walked back, never looking at the tall man.

"Teacher, senior brother, wait for me" The tall man's face changed, and he hurriedly chased after him.

"The Taoist friend of the next game, the Hou of Purple Clothes, Wu Anger"

"Amitabha, the poor monk Buddha Jue Temple enlightenment" A bald monk dressed in a moon-white monk's robe folded his hands and said, this person is the first person to draw lots at the beginning of the game.

"The purple-clothed marquis of the Holy Palace, please ask the master for more advice" A middle-aged man who was full of books and angry on the opposite side hurriedly bowed.

"The donor is serious, please"

"Master Please"

After Wu Yan sacrificed his demon pestle, he took the lead in attacking the man in purple.

Seeing this, the purple-clothed marquis did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly sacrificed his weapon, Bai Haobi, to greet him.

"Who is this man in purple clothes, why haven't you seen it before?"

"That's it, where did it come from, the weapon is not the same as the others"

The audience talked about it.

"Hey, Brother Wang, you are a Confucian disciple, you must know, tell us all about it, what's going on," a man said to Wang Yufeng.

"Brother Du, you can be regarded as embarrassed for me, although I am also a Confucian disciple, but I am also a senior brother on the stage" Wang Yufeng smiled bitterly.

"Hey, what's the matter, you don't know any of you Confucians," the man was a little puzzled.

"Brother Du, don't hide it, since I rarely go out on weekdays, I know a little bit about the general Confucian disciples, but I really don't know this senior brother."

"Hey, doesn't that mean you didn't say it?"

"That's it"

The crowd around sighed.

"The Purple Yi Hou was not originally a disciple in my Holy Palace, so it is reasonable for Senior Brother Wang not to know that he is also there."

At this moment, a faint voice came from behind the crowd.

Wang Yufeng followed the sound and was immediately overjoyed.

"I've seen the big brother"

The person who came was the great disciple of Confucianism.

"Well, junior brother doesn't have to be polite" smiled slightly, and his eyes looked towards the purple-clothed marquis who was fighting on the high platform.

"The Purple Marquis was not originally called this name, he was originally a poor disciple in the world, and after ten years of hard study and hard study in the current dynasty, he was named the Marquis, and then assisted Ming Jun step by step, and was named the Hou Ye, because he always loved to wear purple clothes, so he was named the Purple Marquis"

"It turns out that he has such an experience, no wonder the scholarly anger on his body is so strong" Wang Yufeng looked at the purple-clothed marquis who was shooting towards Wu, and said thoughtfully.

"Yes, but he still can't enter our inner palace based on this alone" nodded, "Senior brother, you also know that the first thing our inner palace values when selecting apprentices from its outer palace is qualifications, followed by age, but obviously, he doesn't have either."

"Then how could he?"

"Just like you"

"Same as me?" Wang Yufeng was a little stunned, and then seemed to remember something, "What does senior brother mean?"

"Yes, this purple-clothed marquis is a person who has Confucian roots" seems to be a little emotional, "What is the scholar who has been studying hard for decades? Isn't it just that he can worship the prime minister?" But there are many people who have worshiped the prime minister and the marquis throughout the ages, but there are very few people who have Confucian roots, and it is nothing more than that these people have lost their original heart and lost their heart of learning after entering the hall."

"Therefore, every time the master accepts apprentices, it is more and more rare to be able to collect one or two well-educated people, but now the master can receive the purple marquis, which is not only his luck, but also the luck of the master."

"Senior brother, you have a high opinion of him," Wang Yufeng asked with some puzzlement.

"Hehe, junior brother, you are still young, and you still don't understand some things" sighed softly, "To a certain extent, the rise and fall of a sect depends not only on the size of the sect's strength, but more importantly, on the soul of this sect! As for what this soul is, it is not very clear to Brother Wei now, but one thing is certain, that is, a human sect like the Marquis of Ziyi is absolutely indispensable!"

looked at Wang Yufeng, who was a little dazed, and smiled, "As for why he chose the pen as his weapon, this is relatively easy to understand, because he is a reader!"

As soon as the words fell, the white pen in the hand of the purple-clothed marquis on the high platform lightly clicked on Wu Yan's chest.

"Master, I conceded"