"The head of the family is really a master of the world. ”

Yun Potian said with sincere admiration.

Yun Jianghai was completely convinced this time.

The family knew about their family's affairs, and after Fan Jian's little push, the two fathers and sons actually had a feeling of seeing the blue sky through the clouds.

Yun Jianghai was thinking excitedly: My Yun family's ancestral swordsmanship, which has made up for these hundred defects, is definitely enough to become a super-first-class swordsmanship.

It's just a pity that there are eight defects left, but the little boss is silent.

Think about how I treated people before.

He couldn't help but blush.

He was about to die, and he was saved.

As a result, he distrusted others in every way, and even suspected that others had secretly learned his family's ancestral swordsmanship.

Alas!

It's all done by yourself, no wonder it's a little boss.

Fortunately, my precious son, worship under them, I only hope that he can secretly tell my son all the remaining eight defects, in this way, my family's ancestral swordsmanship, isn't it a perfect swordsmanship?

The fire of ambition in Yun Jianghai's heart is burning.

Now, Fan Jian has finished slapping his face, and he has punished all those who should be punished, and then, no one dares to provoke him, let alone provoke him.

Fan Jian took Tang Long, Zhou Yan, and the newly harvested Yun Potian back to his tent that exuded the smell of oil smoke.

The tent of the Black Cloud Sect next door had already been put away.

Zhang He, the once invincible elder of the Black Cloud Sect, and his apprentice left in disgrace.

and the arrogant and domineering White Tiger Sect Deputy Sect Master Wang Hu, who also took Niu Laosan to get out.

All of a sudden.

In the huge crowded square, there are two vacant spaces, and the signboards of the three or four yam sects are so outstanding.

Fan Jian sat on the bench and continued to eat melon seeds and drink tea.

Tang Long stood beside him.

Fan Jian drank a cup, and he poured a cup.

Now, Tang Long has a sense of crisis.

Before that.

Fan Jian was the only attendant beside him, and now he suddenly had two more disciples.

One is a scholar with quick thinking and a chapter, and the other is the first kendo genius in Fengming City.

And he has no skills, except for patting sycophants, he can pat sycophants.

Therefore, Tang Long was under a lot of pressure in his heart, and he was full of a sense of crisis in his heart.

Next, Fan Jian explained the recruitment of disciples to Zhou Yan and Yun Potian.

He asked Tang Long to go to the silk village in the city, and brought back a set of Tsing Yi caftan for Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan wore it on his body, washed his face, and then combed his hair, and instantly turned into a Tsing Yi scholar.

His dirty beggar outfit was thrown away by Tang Long.

But the book he carried with him was regarded as a treasure by him, and he never left it, and inserted it in the belt around his waist.

Fan Jian couldn't help but glance at it again, Zhou Yan wanted to bring the book.

After recruiting Yun Potian, Fan Jian was full of ambition in his heart.

He set only one enrollment rule for Zhou Yan and Yun Potian: only recruit geniuses, not waste.

No matter what field you are in, as long as you are talented, you will have the opportunity to enter the Three or Four Yam Sect, even if you can pull out flowers by, congratulations, the door of the Three or Four Yam Sect is open to you.

Even if you are the second kendo genius in Fengming City, I'm sorry, we already have a first kendo genius, you, the second kendo genius, where to stay cool.

As soon as the enrollment rules of the Three or Four Yam Sect came out, it immediately caused an uproar in Fengming City.

"Damn, I'm too arrogant, isn't it? A non-mainstream sect with no name still recruits geniuses?"

"Yes, people are very loud, even if you are the second kendo genius in Fengming City, I'm sorry, please get out, we already have the first kendo genius here, and we don't need the second kendo genius at all. ”

"It's too much of a deception! He directly looked down on our Fengming City cultivation realm, such a sect must be killed all!"

"Kill someone, do you dare? The head of the family is the life-saving benefactor of the martial saint Mu Yangzi, you dare to move a finger of the head of the family, just wait to be destroyed by the Longshan Sword Sect." ”

"Alas, it's really infuriating! We, in the cultivation realm of Fengming City, have we ever suffered such a wretched qi?"

Countless onlookers all around, glaring at Fan Jian's tent.

If it weren't for the prestige of Mu Yangzi, I was afraid that Fan Jian's grease and twist tent would have been torn apart by them a long time ago.

Perhaps to express their dissatisfaction and protest against Fan Jian, there were countless spectators around, but no one came to sign up.

Zhou Yan and Yun Potian stood on both sides of the tent, like two door gods.

Fan Jian crossed Erlang's legs, leisurely and happy, sipping melon seeds.

Tang Long put down the teapot and whispered to Fan Jian: "Master, are our enrollment conditions too harsh?

Fan Jian sneered and said, "No, our three or four yam sects are destined to become a 10,000-year holy land, and we only recruit geniuses." Do you think that if we recruit a few idiots like Wang Hu, Zhang He, and Niu Laosan, won't we lift a stone and shoot ourselves in the foot?"

Tang Long smiled bitterly and didn't dare to say anything more.

For a quarter of an hour, everyone came to sign up.

In the crowd of spectators, there was a sound of chattering.

Buzz.

Sounds like a swarm of flies.

Tang Long changed the tea once and refilled the hot water again.

At this moment, a little girl in a green dress squeezed out of the crowd, wiped the beads of sweat from her head, and came to Fan Jian's tent.

"I'm here to sign up, do you think I can do it?"

The voice of the little girl in the green dress was crisp and pleasant, like a sunny lark.

The little girl was dressed in a linen dress, with a pair of embroidered shoes on her feet, and a blue package on her shoulders.

The little girl's eyes were big and round, full of aura.

A big black and shiny braid, flung behind his head.

The little face is flushed, a little baby fat.

The sudden appearance of this little girl made the eyes of the surrounding audience suddenly light up.

Fan Jian glanced at the little girl and continued to eat melon seeds and drink tea.

Zhou Yan stepped forward and asked very seriously: "Girl, we are three or four yam sects, and we only recruit geniuses, may I ask if you have any expertise in which field?"

The little girl said generously: "I can embroider flowers, whether it is flying in the sky, running on the ground, or swimming in the water, I can embroider them." ”

"Embroidery?"

Zhou Yan's brows suddenly furrowed.

He turned his head to look at Fan Jian in the tent.

Fan Jian nodded.

"Well, girl, please perform your stunt and let us open our eyes. ”

Zhou Yan said.

The little girl nodded, took out the needle and thread from the package with her hands and feet, fixed a snow-white silk handkerchief on the embroidery frame, and then lowered her head and began to embroider.

The little girl's ten fingers are as white as jade, and she is extremely dexterous.

I saw the embroidery needle dragging the silk thread and flying on the embroidery frame.

It only takes a few moments to complete a work.

The little girl put up the embroidery frame and showed it to Fan Jian and the others.

Zhou Yan was stunned.

Yun Potian opened his mouth wide in shock.

Fan Jiangang took a sip of tea and looked up nonchalantly.

"Poof—"

A sip of tea was squirted out by him.