"There's no way, the True Martial Spirit Sect has a big reputation, there are too many young people who come to learn from the teacher, and even the miscellaneous disciples of the True Martial Spirit Sect require at least seven stages of spirit disciples, what can we do about it." Another young man from the fifth stage of the spirit disciple sighed bitterly.

"What is the seventh stage, the peak of the eighth stage is useless! In the True Martial Spirit Sect, all the disciples below the Spirit Realm are miscellaneous disciples. Only the powerhouses above the Spirit Realm can have a place in the academy. However, the realm of the spirit is a very difficult realm. A young man at the peak of the sixth stage of the spirit disciple sighed with a bitter face.

"It's good for miscellaneous disciples, miscellaneous disciples also have a chance to advance to the Spirit Realm, if we don't have the opportunity to enter the True Martial Spirit Sect, it is really possible that we will not have a chance to break through in this life. A teenager sighed, and his words caused everyone to sigh together.

"I don't believe that the True Martial Spirit Sect is really so ruthless, I just kneel here, and I will kneel and die here if it's a big deal. Everyone followed the sound and looked at it, it was a crumbling young man, and said through gritted teeth.

The crowd shook their heads—alas, there was another one to be carried out.

It turns out that this is the case, Zhan Mufeng secretly sighed, fortunately he was promoted to the Spirit Realm, otherwise, the young master has a gilded token, and he doesn't need to kneel here...

Just as Zhan Mufeng was about to move forward, suddenly, a figure appeared, a spirit disciple at the peak of the eighth stage of cultivation, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The young man felt the aura of the Spirit Realm powerhouse on Zhan Mufeng's body, and he didn't dare to be too presumptuous—his demeanor was quite respectful, and he bowed down and said, "Childe stays, I don't know what Childe is doing when he goes to the Courtyard?"

Zhan Mufeng looked at the young man in front of him who was about the same age as himself, and seemed to be a year or two years older, and obviously felt the apprehension in the heart of the young man in front of him, swept it casually, and sighed secretly: "This True Martial Spirit Sect is really amazing, even the miscellaneous disciples of the Eighth Rank of the Spirit Disciple are more powerful than the peak strength of the top Spirit Disciple of the Ninth Rank outside. ”

Zhan Mufeng smiled and said, "This brother, my name is Zhan Mufeng, and I am here to report. After speaking, he took out the gilt token - ashamed, this token was almost struck by lightning, Zhan Mufeng went back and rummaged for a long time, and found it in a dirt pit.

The young man saw that this strong man of the Spirit Realm didn't have a little swagger, and he called himself a brother, looking at the gilded token handed over by Zhan Mufeng, a complex and imperceptible look flashed in his eyes, and said respectfully: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Zhan, the little Ye Yongbin, the miscellaneous disciple of the academy." I'll take my brother to report. ”

After speaking, as soon as he bowed down, he consciously led the way in front.

Zhan Mufeng didn't know that just the word "brother" would change the original trajectory of this teenager's life in the years that followed.

Zhan Mufeng immediately followed, looking as he walked, but saw that the scene inside the academy was different from the outside, just a bluestone-paved square was enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people without looking crowded.

Zhan Mufeng is like a bun that has never seen the world—although it is true that he has basically never seen the world—and he can watch it with relish...

Suddenly, Ye Yongbin was too excited because he was walking too quickly, probably because Zhan Mufeng called him a brother, and at a turn, his steps were too big, and he slammed - he didn't pull the egg - but he hit someone.

Both sides were stunned.

Ye Yongbin looked at the foreign sign on the chest of the person opposite, was shocked, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this senior brother, the little one has eyes and no beads to offend the senior brother, and I ask the senior brother to forgive the sin!"

After speaking, Ye Yongbin's face was frightened, and he made a fuss.

Zhan Mufeng took a slight look, and the one who was hit by Ye Yongbin was a rather handsome young man.

The young man cranked a gilded paper fan, and the paper fan was embroidered with a group of graceful and beautiful girls, dressed in gorgeous and expensive clothes, but his face was a little pale, and his steps were a little vain, but his cultivation turned out to be a spirit realm.

Behind the teenager, there are seven or eight coquettish beauties, or long skirts fluttering, or heavy makeup, or wearing jade and gold, all of them are very charming and coquettish, scratching their heads one by one, for fear that others will not know what they are.

The young man in the fancy costume who was hit was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that the opposite side turned out to be a miscellaneous disciple of the eighth stage of the spirit disciple, he couldn't help but be furious.

This young man in gorgeous clothes felt that he had lost a big face in front of a group of beauties, especially when he thought of how good he was at showing off his kung fu in bed in front of the beauties, and the feats of nine rounds of more than ten beautiful men in the night battle, the fragrant scene that made a lot of beautiful women laugh...

But in a blink of an eye, before he came out of his dream, he was ruined by this kid.

An ant who cultivated as a spiritual disciple disturbed his dreams.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

Thinking of the soft fragrance beauty who had just secretly spread to herself, it seemed to hint that in a blink of an eye, a miscellaneous disciple was in a bad mood, spoiled the scenery, and couldn't help but be angry, and said angrily: "Okay, you are a miscellaneous disciple who dares to offend the master, it seems that you don't want to live anymore." ”

When Ye Yongbin heard this, he was instantly stunned, and stood on the spot, the miscellaneous disciples provoked the outer disciples, what else could he say?

This beating seems to be indispensable, Ye Yongbin can only make a strong compensation, so he almost kowtows to apologize.

The young man in gorgeous clothes seemed to feel that he had reversed some scenes, but he seemed to feel that he was still far from being angry, looking at the miscellaneous disciples in front of him, and sneered: "If you can't just accompany you, then there are no rules, there is no humility, and there is no royal law?"

Ye Yongbin was stunned for a moment and said, "Then how can the senior brother be willing to let go of the junior brother?"

Seeing that Ye Yongbin's attitude softened, the young man in Chinese clothes couldn't help but become even more energetic, and said with a cruel smile: "Master, I have a lot of adults, so let's give you two ways, either cut off an arm by yourself, or kowtow to the master and all the beauties one by one, and then compensate each of them with a thousand Ning Ling Pills, I won't care about you, how about it?"

"Wow, a thousand spirit pills, good, good..."

Several bewitching women's eyes lit up and they coaxed.

Behind the young man in gorgeous clothes, there were beautiful women, all of them laughing and trembling, and the powder on his face seemed to have fallen.

The smell of rouge spread into the air and wafted into the nose of the young man in Chinese costumes, and the young man in Chinese clothes seemed to enjoy it very much, sniffed it vigorously, took a deep breath, and was full of intoxication.

That kind of cheapness is no different from the kind of benefit after the breeding pig is planted.

When Ye Yongbin heard this, a cold sweat fell, it seemed that it would be difficult to stop this time, his heart was crossed, and he said coldly: "The junior brother had no intention of offending the senior brother, but the senior brother is so hard to force each other, even if the younger brother sues the Dharma Protector Elder, he must get justice." ”

The young man in Chinese clothes couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect that the spirit disciple who was not a bullshit in his eyes would be so "arrogant", and said with a cruel smile: "Just you? ”

While speaking, Zhou Jie's right index finger clasped the paper fan, and as soon as the paper fan turned, a stream of air at the tip of the fan rotated rapidly, and Zhou Jie shouted: "Tiangang fingering! Kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, a faint sharp air flow shot out - it turned out to be a direct hit on Ye Yongbin's face.

Although Ye Yongbin is the peak of the eighth stage, let alone the peak of the eighth stage, even a hundred peak of the eighth stage is not the opponent of the Spirit Realm!