Three days later, Quan Yingmen performed martial arts.

Although Quan Yingmen's strength is weak, he has invested enough money in martial arts facilities.

In particular, this martial arts arena can accommodate more than hundreds of people, with blue brick paving, mahogany as a column, a high platform, and a seat for the guest of honor.

On the lawn next to the martial arts arena, there are several spiritual mounts such as green paper kites and yellow paper cranes parked in a row, and there are more than 100 shiny imperial long swords hanging next to them, juxtaposed in several rows.

These rare things that cost a lot of money also opened the eyes and envied the disciples of Quanyingmen.

Sitting calmly on the main seat in front of the martial arts cultivation field was an old man with a bloated and proud expression, who was none other than Elder Wei Beihui from the inner gate "Lan Pavilion".

He usually socializes with the outer door, which can be said to be ushering in the send-off, and he is attending on behalf of the inner door, so this main seat is naturally owned by him.

And the first guest on the left, Ling Yun's head Cheng Tong and the subordinate elders, did not have the slightest intention of being humble, but were very domineering and directly occupied.

Left respects and right is humble!

In their minds, in the face of a rookie sect like Quan Yingmen, there is really no need to be modest.

And if it weren't for the inner gate "Lan Pavilion" to persuade Cheng Tong several times on the grounds of taking care of the weak sect, he would not have reluctantly agreed to set the location of the appraisal ceremony in Quanyingmen.

In their minds, the bottom garbage sect that has only recruited six new disciples, what qualifications does it have to be on an equal footing with Lingyun Sect!

Cheng Tong had already made up his mind in his heart, once the fate-honoring ceremony began, he would definitely find an opportunity to humiliate everyone in Quanying's sect, especially Feng Xiaotian, the head of Quanying.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and looked at the other side with unkind eyes.

At this moment, opposite the people in Lingyun Gate, there are also a few people sitting in the guest seat on the right, which is naturally the people of Quanyingmen.

Sitting on the top seat was a middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a deep back. Next to him was a gentle woman about thirty years old, and in this woman's arms, there was a lovely girl in her early tens, combed with two lovely braids, and had an innocent expression.

These two men and women are Feng Xiaotian, the head of Quanying, and his wife Yuyun. The girl in her arms is their family's precious daughter, called Feng Yingxue.

The next place for the Feng family couple is the obscene Huang Geng Jiaoxi, and the dark-faced and unsmiling Cui Sheng Jiaoxi sitting side by side.

Behind the left and right guest seats, there were more than a dozen disciples in strong suits from each of the two sects, all with their hands behind their backs, and their faces were solemn.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are focused on the center of the field.

......

The blue brick paved martial arts arena was empty in the middle, and there was only a simple and unintentional, tall stone tablet with a dark blue body!

The monument is about half a zhang high and five feet wide, with a smooth and flat front, a groove, and a precise scale on the top. The other three sides, from top to bottom, are rugged, but fortunately, the ghostly light shines outward, shrouded in light, and looks quite mysterious and majestic.

This stele is naturally the extremely precious appraisal stele.

Next to the tall life monument, there stood a middle-aged man with a short beard and a long robe, who looked like a deacon.

The middle-aged deacon was obviously in charge of the master of ceremonies for this fateful ceremony, and he held several pages of yellow paper in his hand, which recorded the ritual process and the list of disciples on both sides, only to see him raise his eyebrows, and his voice was loud and powerful:

"First of all, please invite the new disciples of Lingyun Sect to enter!"

As soon as his words fell, at the outer gate of the martial arts field, the sound of neat footsteps immediately sounded, and several rows of orderly lines began to slowly enter.

They are all young people who have just turned 13 years old, not only uniformly dressed and solemn, but also marching in uniform and sonorous movements.

In this way, the whole team is more calm and orderly.

Wei Bei couldn't help but nod and smile, obviously very satisfied with the performance of these new disciples of Lingyun Sect.

And Cheng Tong's expression was even more triumphant, and when he looked at Feng Xiaotian, he was full of showing off. But Feng Xiaotian's face was as usual, unmoved.

Seeing that the new disciples of Lingyun Sect had all entered the martial arts arena, they were not very good at kung fu, and they were almost occupying the empty space in the middle.

Cheng Tong deliberately raised his voice and said, "This year, we have too many new disciples in Lingyun Sect, which makes this martial arts arena seem so crowded, and it adds a lot of trouble to the Quanying Sect......

As soon as he said it, he was apologizing on the surface, but in fact, he was showing off nakedly: I, the new disciple of Lingyun Sect, have completely suppressed you in terms of quantity!

Hearing his words, Feng Xiaotian and his party on the opposite side really looked a little heavy.

Has it already started so soon?

Feng Xiaotian, who was sitting upright, moved in his heart, what should come is always coming, the rampant expression of this head of Cheng Tong is really too hateful, and he must find an opportunity to kill his sharp spirit.

"The new disciples of Lingyun Sect, a total of two hundred and thirty-six, have been verified to be correct. ”

The deacon's elder voice rose again, "Next, please invite the disciples of the Quanying Sect to enter." ”

After a long time, I vaguely heard a sparse footsteps, and seven teenagers of different shapes appeared at the entrance, walking in very casually.

These seven uneven teenagers not only have different dresses, but also have their own height and appearance, compared to the majestic momentum of more than 200 people in Lingyun Gate before, their aura is really weak to the extreme.

At the same time, the new disciples of the Lingyun Sect in the martial arts arena suddenly burst into laughter.

What's more, blatant discussions have already begun, and for some reason, the tone of their words seems to be deliberately raised:

"I'm not dazzled, are there only a few of them? Dressed like a turtle, it looks really shabby and pitiful. ”

"Seven new disciples, it's just a fraction of our Lingyun Sect's, I really admire them, how much courage do you have to muster to dare to appear in front of us. ”

"No wonder I often hear people say that the Quanying Sect is the weakest sect in the Nine Peaks Outer Sect. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its name. ”

The laughter and discussion continued for a long time.

And the faces of Quan Yingmen and the others became more and more ugly. Especially the seven new disciples under Quanying's sect, more than half of them were also red-faced, and their faces were ashamed.

Elder Wei Beihui, who was on the main seat, looked at the strange scene in front of him, and couldn't help laughing.

Although such an embarrassing situation is expected, when it really happens, such a funny contrast effect does make people laugh and cry.

Cheng Tong was triumphant, opened his mouth and laughed loudly, without concealing it at all.

In fact, he had long known that the laughter and discussion of the new disciples of Lingyun Sect was the result of his instructions in advance, and now it seemed that it had really achieved excellent results.

Before he could laugh, he teased and said, "Seven disciples, isn't it, Feng Zhangmen, the news I heard three days ago seems that your sect has only included six new disciples? Or is it that the speed of the same sect of Quanying Sect is amazing, and it is actually so quick to find another one!"

Hearing his words, Feng Xiaotian snorted coldly, and his face instantly became gloomy. knew that the other party intended to make provocative remarks, but it was inconvenient to attack directly, so he had to remain silent.

An elder under the Lingyun Sect couldn't hold it back, and said with another shot: "I often hear that the Quanying Sect is the only pure martial arts cultivation sect in the outer sect of Jiufeng, and the pure martial arts cultivators are even known as invincible at the same level. ”

"What did you say?"

Feng Xiaotian was furious when he heard this, and he directly slapped the case, and said angrily: "Your sect teaches such words, it is inevitably unfair, today's martial arts cultivation is prosperous with sword cultivation, and my pure martial arts cultivation sect has always been not prosperous, and it is understandable, there is really no comparison between the two." ”

He snorted coldly and said: "Besides, Your Excellency is also a person who cultivates martial arts, how can you judge the length by quantity, don't you hear the old saying: 'A good person can win a hundred thousand mediocrity!'"

"Yo, Feng Zhangmen is really eloquent, but I don't understand, how can it be considered a good material, and how can it be considered mediocre?"

Cheng Tong sneered: "Could it be that Your Excellency really thinks that the qualifications of these seven new disciples can be better than the two hundred and thirty-six new disciples under my sect?"

He glanced at Feng Xiaotian with disdain, and sneered again: "Hehe, the head of the dignified faction is so open-mouthed, it's just ridiculous and generous, and it's ridiculous to be ridiculous." ”

Before he finished speaking, many of the sect elders under the Lingyun Sect tacitly laughed out loud at the same time. This unbridled laughter was really piercing to the ears of everyone under Quan Ying's sect.

"It's better than not winning, you have to try to know. ”

Although Feng Xiaotian was still arguing forcibly at this time, his voice was obviously lacking in confidence and was extremely reluctant.

Elder Wei Beihui saw that the atmosphere was a little solidified, and hurriedly said to the mud: "You fellow sects, now that the auspicious time has come, you might as well carry out the ceremony first?"

"What Elder Wei said is very true. ”

Cheng Tong stood up, looked around, and said loudly: "I suggest that before this fate-honoring ceremony begins, I will first ask Elder Wei of the Inner Gate 'Lan Pavilion' to come and tell us a few words. ”

Wei Beihui smiled slightly, as an elder of the inner gate, he had never looked down on these characters in the outer gate, but this kind of flattery made him very useful.

At the moment, he smiled and arched his hand: "Thanks to the kindness of the two heads, I will say a few words to you on behalf of the inner door." ”

After that, he stood up, first cleared his throat, and then said aloud:

"First of all, naturally congratulations to all the young talents for entering my Donglan Sword Sect...... Secondly, since you have entered our sect, you naturally want to know something about the history of my Donglan sect...... After hundreds of years of development, Donglan has now become one of the three most famous sects in the Red Kingdom......"

Although he talked endlessly, it only hurt the many new disciples in the audience, they were all lively teenagers, how could they be interested in listening to these words that tasted like chewing wax.

What they are most concerned about is what color of light they will be able to light up on that fateful tablet in the near future.

At the end of the line of the seven new disciples under Quanying's sect, stood the impatient cinnabar.

This Wei Beihui replied to the elder's boring tirade, and he was really drowsy when he listened to it, and immediately complained loudly: "Cliché, it's really boring enough." ”

In front of him, a white-clothed young man turned around and smiled at him, and said in a low voice, "Bear with me, brother, it's over soon." ”

Cinnabar saw that someone echoed it, and immediately said to the other party: "I want to endure it, but my uncle can't bear it...... aunt."