"Second generation disciple!"

Hearing the sound of breaking the air one after another, people looked up one after another, and Wu Ming and the others also looked up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the air, four figures of uneven height rode the wind, and their clothes were blown by the strong wind. They seemed to come from the horizon, and at first they were just small black dots in everyone's field of vision, but they gradually grew in size, and finally landed in front of the clearing at the mouth of the ridge, so that all the monks could see their appearance clearly.

The four of them were divided into two men and two women, both of whom were in their twenties, dressed in standard robes, one tall and one short. The tall man stepped on a purple sheath sword, his face was clear, and his cheeks hung down with bangs, quite chivalrous; The short one was short and slender, with a thin face and a dumbfounded face, and under his feet he stepped on a strange long stick-like magic weapon that looked like silver, not silver, iron and not iron, and his face was serious, like a little ghost of Yama.

As for the two daughters, they are different. A woman in her early twenties, with a three-ring flying bun on her head, a pair of peach blossom eyes, a plain white frost flower skirt, and a tender green willow branch under her feet, at first glance she looks like a fairy in the sky, but there are two evil qi in her eyes for no reason, which makes people feel cold all over her body; The other woman was a Xiling person, only fifteen or sixteen years old, with blond hair, a wide forehead and a high nose bridge. It's just that her wrists, joints, chest, and legs are all wearing strange black iron armor, which is painted with crooked and inexplicable symbols, and these iron armor covers her well-developed body tightly, which can't help but make people sigh.

The four of them descended like gods, landing in the densest part of the crowd, ignoring the noise around them, and standing there straight like guards guarding the mountains.

"Even the second-generation senior brother is here, and there are four of them." In the crowd, Lu Bingyun frowned. The flying of imperial objects is a stunt that can only be used by high-level monks of Zhou Tianjing, and whenever people see the figures flying in the air, they can know that these people are all second-generation disciples of Zhou Tianjing without thinking about it.

Is it her?

Wu Ming's gaze crossed over the two men and the woman in white, and stared directly at the blonde Western-haired girl at the end, and his heart was extremely shocked. He had only seen the Westerner girl in the pharmacy yesterday, and he had looked at her twice out of curiosity. I thought she was just an ordinary fourth-generation disciple, but who would have thought that this was actually a second-generation disciple! At this moment, Wu Ming finally knew what it meant to be a genius of Tianzhong, the girl was only sixteen years old at most, but she had the cultivation of Zhou Tianjing, and such talent was not much worse than his eldest brother who claimed to be a sword god.

At this moment, Wu Ming remembered his fiancée of the Hou family, Hou Qingxuan was a few points younger than this girl, and she also had Zhou Tianjing's cultivation, and the talents of these women were really more amazing than the other.

"Senior Brother Lu, which lineage are these second-generation senior uncles?" Yin Chudie on the side leaned out and looked forward to Ai Aidao. For the fourth generation of disciples, the second generation of disciples can already be regarded as senior uncles, and of course, some people call them senior brothers, which is all due to the influence of the tradition of cultivating within the sect to determine the generation.

Lu Bingyun finally suppressed the shock in his heart, he was a third-generation disciple, so he naturally recognized these four people, so he pointed to the four of them: "The tall man is the senior brother Huan Dong of the Sword Pavilion, the short one is the senior brother of our Huayuan lineage, the woman in white is the senior sister Ying Yuhan of the Fu Qi lineage, and as for the Xiling woman, it should be Xia Weiwei of the Kwaiyin lineage." ”

"Actually, each vein sent a second-generation disciple." Wu Ming frowned and asked, "In the past, did you send second-generation disciples into the Barrier Eye Ridge every year?" ”

"How is it possible, I didn't know before, but I entered the ridge last year and the year before last." Lu Bingyun shook his head and said, "The year before last, a second-generation senior brother entered, and last year, there was no second-generation senior brother showing up at all, for the powerhouses of Zhou Tianjing, the attraction of the likes of the Beast Pill Spirit Grass in the Barrier Eye Ridge is very limited. ”

"Since this is the case, it must be related to what you said earlier, Senior Brother, about the 'rumor'."

As soon as Wu Ming reminded, a few people remembered what Lu Bingyun muttered before, so the four of them looked at him together.

Lu Bingyun didn't intend to hide the news, anyway, after entering the ridge, a few people would still know, so he cleared his throat and said: "That's the case, there were rumors in the sect before, that a senior brother found traces of demon spirits in the ridge, and he was still a young demon, and his strength did not exceed the second order at most, which was the stage that was easy to capture." As soon as this news came out, the number of people entering the mountain began to rise in the past few days, several times more than in previous years. ”

"Demon ...... What is it? ”

As soon as Lu Bingyun finished speaking, Yin Chudie and a few people came over like curious babies, and Lu Bing remembered that these were all new disciples, and their knowledge was not so broad, so he could only explain again, "The bloodline of the demon clan is divided into five stages from thin to dense, one is an ordinary demon beast, the second is a demon spirit, three is a demon king, four is a demon saint, and five is a demon god. Compared with ordinary demon beasts, this demon spirit is not only more valuable than fur and inner dan, but also has abnormal intelligence, IQ close to that of humans, and can be domesticated as a pet. ”

A few people were still confused about the value of demon spirits, but when they heard that they could exchange a few spiritual weapons, they realized how expensive demon spirits were.

"As far as I know, except for a few second-generation disciples in the sect who have obtained medium-level or above spiritual weapons due to coincidence, most of the remaining second-generation disciples use primary-level spiritual weapons, and even a few of them can't find a spiritual weapon, so they can only use lower-level high-level magic weapons. Thinking about it this way, this time the demon spirit appeared in the world, and it was reasonable to bring out four second-generation senior brothers. ”

Lu Bingyun's words were not only an explanation, but also to dispel the concerns of the four people, and several people finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing it. Then they looked at the gathered crowd, and an inquiring look appeared in their eyes, as if they were asking Lu Bingyun if he wanted to go in now.

"Wait a minute, those four seem to have some arrangement."

A few people looked at the four people who were surrounded, only to see them whispering for a while, and then they moved separately. The Sword Pavilion disciple named Huan Dong, Ying Yuhan of the Fu Qi Vein, and Xia Weiwei of the Kui Yin Vein formed a team of three together, turning into three rays of light and shadow together, and flew into the mountain first, leaving the Fang Scales of the Yuan Vein to stay in place, as if thinking about something.

People all stood in place, anxious, waiting for the second-generation senior brother with the highest rank to speak.

After a long time, Fang Liang glanced at the increasingly large crowd, the corners of his mouth hooked a sneer, and for the first time, he spoke to everyone: "All disciples of more than three generations, come to my side." ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, the prestige of the second-generation disciples in the sect could not be disobeyed, although they didn't know Fang Scale's intentions, they still chose to obey. In about half a pillar of incense, dozens of third-generation disciples lined up neatly and stood in front of Fang Scale, including Lu Bingyun. Fang Liang only glanced at them, then nodded and said, "Everyone follow me into the mountains, the three generations of disciples see the direction, and the four generations follow closely, don't fall behind!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the short and fierce-faced senior brother Huayuan jumped into the air, and a white iron rod immediately appeared out of thin air under his feet, and he didn't talk much nonsense, he directly stepped on the iron rod and flew into the ridge mouth by the wind, and after a while, there was only a paint-dotted back.

"The ones in the back keep up!" His last shout echoed through the air.

The three generations of disciples looked at each other, and it took a long time to react, they originally had their own combined teams, but they didn't expect that now the three generations of disciples and the fourth generation of disciples were directly separated by Fang Scale, and they secretly complained in their hearts at the moment, and they didn't dare to disobey the order, so they could only follow closely behind the big team.

They didn't have the ability of the second-generation disciple to fly, and most of them used the earth retraction technique to hurry, following the figure of the square scales in the air; There are also disciples who are skilled in techniques who use the earth escape technique to sneak into the ground, and people can only see a bulging dirt bag on the ground, and the speed does not fall behind at all. There are also wind, fire, thunder, water and other escape techniques, so I won't say them one by one.

As for the next four generations of disciples, it is even more bitter, they are all apprentices who have just started, the oldest will not be more than twenty years old, and the youngest is one or two years younger than Wu Ming, even if he can shrink the ground, where can he catch up with the three generations of senior brothers who have cultivated in front of him? After running for less than a quarter of an hour, they were all thrown out of a distance of more than ten miles, but fortunately, Fang Scales at the front noticed this situation and slowed down slightly, otherwise these hundred or so fourth-generation disciples would have to break away from the team. Rao is like this, they are still getting farther and farther away from the previous three generations of senior brothers.

In the crowd, Feng Jingyu looked worriedly at Wu Ming, who was more than a dozen steps away behind him, barely keeping up with the pace. Wu Ming didn't know how to shrink the ground, and only relied on the two "magic talismans" pasted on his feet to run, and he was already tired and sweaty, and he couldn't breathe.

Yin Chudie and Yue Han had already rushed to the middle of the team, although there was still a long way to go from the front of the top, but they were basically out of the danger of falling behind, but Wu Ming was different, he had already fallen at the end of the team, and he was even constantly being caught up by the four generations of disciples behind, and if he continued like this, he would be left behind.

"Ah, uncle, why don't we stop and rest together." Seeing that Wu Ming was panting violently, Feng Jingyu couldn't help but slow down and persuade him. They are still only at the edge of the Barrier Ridge, the white fog is still thin, if they really enter the dense white fog in the ridge and then fall behind, it will be really dangerous, and they don't know where to run if they encounter a powerful demon beast.

Wu Ming glanced at him gratefully, knowing that Feng Jingyu really cared about him, but he didn't plan to give up so early, he just shook his head effortlessly, and then continued to bow his head and sprint forward silently.

Feng Jingyu sighed when he saw this, and didn't say anything more, just kept a distance of about five or six steps from Wu Ming, so as not to leave his sight after Wu Ming fell behind.

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