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Qingfeng vein, Nan Longfeng said

Nangong Wen Jian was sitting in the center of the room, staring at the four people below expressionlessly, his eyes swept back, and he said, "Lian'er, Lei Zhao, Lin Ning, Li Mingheng!" ”

The four of them were called by their names at the same time, and they all replied in unison, "The disciple is here." ”

"Tomorrow's competition is coming, the stakes are very high, I don't need to say it, this battle is not only about yourself, but also about my face." When he said this, he seemed to look at Lin Ning and Li Mingheng intentionally or unintentionally, but it was only for a moment, and he returned to normal.

But the hint of disappointment that flashed in his eyes couldn't escape Lin Ning's eyes, and he just smiled faintly at this, looking calm and composed, not at all impressed.

However, Li Mingheng seemed a little helpless from the beginning, especially when Nangong Wen Jian's gaze swept over, he buried his head deeply, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.

"Hey!" When Lin Ning saw his move, he couldn't help but sigh for him, "It's been two months, this guy's cultivation hasn't grown at all, no wonder people look down on him, but Nangong Wen Jian has no disciples under his knees, and he is on the list again......"

Lin Ning shook his head, wanting to comfort and say something, but the words stopped when he came to his mouth, and the comfort of inaction would only add to his troubles, so he thought about it and gave up.

Nangong Wen Jian patted the seat, stood up with a brush, and paced back and forth in the room, but a pair of eyes always wandered on Li Mingheng.

"Li Mingheng, because this competition is all the elites in the door, and it is a matter of dignity, in my opinion, you are still ......"

"First ......" Before Nangong Wen Jian finished speaking, Li Mingheng suddenly raised his head and looked at him, "Let me go!" ”

The simple three words almost made him suffocate all his strength before he burst out from between his teeth, but the words were chiseled, and they were incomparably firm, and the originally dodging gaze also ignited a flame in an instant.

When everyone had seen Li Mingheng so sincere, they couldn't help but be taken aback, especially Nangong Wen Jian was stunned for a moment on the spot, and swallowed back the words that he had already thought of.

He said unhappily: "By you? The thirty-four elites in the door this time are all geniuses, all of them have profound cultivation and solid Taoism, what do you use to fight them? ”

Facing Nangong Wen Jian's word-for-word questioning, Li Mingheng clenched his sleeve robe tightly and said nothing, "Haven't you embarrassed me enough?" ”

Although the words are ruthless, but the reality is true, only nine times to cultivate, and you can't go forward with your treasure, you will only lose and increase your fame!

Li Mingheng also understands this truth, and even without others saying it, even if he tries his best, it is difficult to win, and when he competes, it is difficult to distinguish between fists and feet, and if he doesn't do well, he will be seriously injured and bedridden.

Thinking about it, although Nangong Wen Jian's words were a little too aggressive, it was indeed for his sake, but why did he always have an inextinguishable flame in his heart, scorching, making him unable to breathe.

This feeling is even worse than asking for his life!

Nangong Lian and Lei Zhao couldn't stand it anymore, Nangong Lian just wanted to speak, but was glared at by Nangong Wen Jian, and said angrily: "Shut up." ”

Lei Zhao was also taken aback by this, and he was so frightened that he forgot the words when he just wanted to intercede.

Only Lin Ning chuckled, stepped forward, hugged his fists and bowed: "First seat, forgive the disciple for being rude, this elite competition in the door, anyway, there are thirty-six places, all of them should be to open their eyes, and if they don't go, they will waste a place in vain." Therefore, the disciple persuaded the first seat to withdraw his order and let Li Mingheng go. ”

"Haha." Nangong Wen Jian laughed dryly, but the people present couldn't hear his laughter, but the smell of gunpowder, he squinted his eyes and stared at Lin Ning.

The atmosphere became more and more wrong, and the other three all pinched a cold sweat for Lin Ning, if they made Nangong Wen Jian unhappy, he and Li Mingheng didn't have to go.

This is the only chance to compete for Tsukidan, and it will be a lifelong regret to miss it.

Under the pressure of Nangong Wen Jian, Lin Ning was neither humble nor arrogant.

After a long time, he touched his beard and his expression became cold, but he suddenly changed his words, "Okay, it is true that as you said, there are thousands of people in the whole sect, but there are only thirty-six places, and if you don't go, you won't go in vain." ”

When everyone heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and when Lei Zhao looked at the two, there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

Nangong Wen Jian sat back again, he waved his hand and shook his head with a wry smile, "That's it, let it be you, but Lian'er and Lei Zhao are the top two of you, you must go all out, no matter how bad it is, you will give me a top three to come back, and one of my Qingfeng Vein disciples will definitely build a foundation within ten years." ”

Lei Zhao and Nangong Lian were in high spirits, and said vigorously: "Disciple understands! ”

"Lei Zhao, how is the cultivation of the Nine Swords Immortal Technique I gave you a few years ago?" Regarding his cultivation, Nangong Wen Jian rarely asked, and it was the first time that such a solemn question had been asked for so many years.

Lei Zhao's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly said: "Thank you for your concern, live up to the expectations of the first seat, the magic technique broke through the fourth level three years ago, and there are faint signs of breaking through the fifth level these days." ”

"Well, that's good." Nangong Wen Jian praised with a rare smile, when Lei Zhao became a senior brother, he gave this technique, and the Nine Swords Immortal Recipe was a sword technique.

There are countless monks in the world, but there are very few who can really become sword immortals, just as Lin Ning went to the Three Demon Mountain Road a long time ago and met the official family is the orthodox sword immortal family.

His ancestor Shangguan is arrogant, although he only has the twelve-fold peak cultivation of qi refining, but the mana in the sword really does not dare to let anyone underestimate it, and most monks would rather face someone with deeper mana than themselves than fight against a sword immortal of the same rank.

Because the power of the sword immortal's mana is too terrifying.

Now, when he heard that Lei Zhao was actually a sword immortal, even Lin Ning had to be impressed, this kid was usually inconspicuous, but he didn't expect that at a critical time, he was so surprising.

It is true that people cannot be seen, and the sea water cannot be measured!

Nangong Lian has been guided by her father since she was a child, and her strength must be extremely terrifying, so thinking about this, Lin Ning suddenly felt that this competition was difficult, and this was just the two standing in front of him.

What about the rest?

After Li Mingheng heard what he said, his face couldn't help but turn three points whiter, "Sword Immortal!" He quietly looked at the smiling Lei Zhao, and faintly confided two words, but closed his eyes deeply.

Everyone's attention was on Lei Zhao, and they didn't pay attention to his change.

By the time he came back to his senses, the person was already outside, and Nangong Wen Jian didn't know when he left, let alone what he said next.

In the courtyard, Lin Ning walked behind him, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile: "The weather is really good today, if the weather is so good tomorrow, everything will be fine, don't you say?" ”

"Ah...... Oh, yes......" Li Mingheng replied blankly, but when he looked up at the sky, he saw the haze in the sky and the appearance of heavy rain, where is the good weather?

Last night, the night wind was very hot, and it should rain today.

Li Mingheng didn't know what it was like, and when he turned his head and saw that Nangong Lian was still asking Lei Zhao vigorously, the bitterness became even stronger.

"Gone." Lei Zhao passed by him, patted him on the shoulder, and everyone rose into the air and disappeared.

He stood there for a moment, smiled a little, took out the pitch-black black iron from his waist and raised it above his head, and muttered to himself: "There are no magic weapons to use tomorrow, it seems that only you can rely on them, if only they can survive their magic weapons." ”

After retracting the ruler, he stepped on the imperial weapon and flew away slowly.

It's just that the iron ruler seemed to be darker to him unintentionally, so black that he could hardly see the original state......

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