"Today is the day when the old man forgets to attack the ninth peak of the martial artist. All daily martial arts classes have been cancelled. Everyone immediately went to the ancient rooftop to witness the old man rushing to the pass. ”

The criminal law deacon Lu was solemn and said, "The process of forgetting the old and rushing through the customs is a very valuable asset for you, so go immediately." ”

After hearing the words of the criminal law deacon Lu Yanran, everyone, including Zhou Yan, was stunned and immediately moved.

The old man is the master of this martial arts hall, he is over half a hundred years old, and ten years ago he was a martial arts master of the martial arts of the eightfold martial arts.

Even in the entire country of Li, it can squeeze into second-rate powerhouses.

The other party is stuck in the martial artist eightfold, and it has been ten years since the peak of the martial arts realm.

Zhou Yan heard that in the past ten years, the old man had hit the peak of the Mortal Martial Realm nine times.

But every time it ended in failure.

Martial arts are extremely difficult, even if you have a martial source, when you reach the fifth level of martial arts, even if the cultivation resources are sufficient, it will take great opportunity and understanding to break through.

Forgetting the old man is also considered ambitious, and he has failed nine times in a row, but he still does not give up.

However, under normal circumstances, when a martial artist hits the threshold and breaks through the realm, he should find a quiet place where no one disturbs him.

I don't know how the old man would think of letting the disciples of the Quanwu Hall go to observe, so he was not afraid of being affected and going mad?

Zhou Yan thought secretly.

Like everyone, after leaving the Asahida, Zhou Yan was also rushing to the rooftop of the Lingchen Martial Hall.

Suddenly, Zhou Yan's eyebrows furrowed, and he found that Feng Ao and Mo Feifei were following him intentionally or unintentionally.

They still want to make trouble?

The disgusting woman Mo Feifei suddenly approached, which made Zhou Yan extremely disgusted, she said.

"Zhou Yan, you are lucky today, but you can't be so lucky every time. I advise you to hand over that painting obediently, otherwise, Brother Feng will never give up. ”

Zhou Yan sneered, and didn't bother to look at Mo Feifei's eyes at all, so as not to stain his eyes.

"I'm just giving you one last chance. Hand in the painting immediately, otherwise, unless you don't go out of the martial arts hall in the future, you ....."

Feng Ao showed a threat, his eyes cold and fierce.

To be honest, with the arrogance of the fire-based martial arts, it would be really bad if Zhou Yan didn't use his wish to come true and fight with him head-on.

In addition, the other party has a strong family background, and now he is a disciple of the inner hall of the martial arts, and he has been accepted as a closed disciple by a senior coach of the martial arts, regardless of identity, status or strength, Zhou Yan has no way to compete with the other party for the time being.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan smiled and said: "It's just a broken painting, since you are so interested, it's simple, buy it with money." ”

Zhou Yan is in urgent need of money now, a lot of money, firstly, to arrange a good living environment for his family, and secondly, he urgently needs to improve his strength.

Both of these things are inseparable from money.

"Zhou Yan, you don't know whether you live or die, and you dare to let us buy it with money!"

Mo Feifei exclaimed.

Now, Zhou Yan didn't want to look at her at all, and he didn't bother to pay attention to her.

"Dead pariahs who haven't seen money, well, you make an offer. ”

Feng Ao is rich and willful, and said coldly. But his eyes are gloomy and dripping water.

"One hundred taels of gold. ”

Zhou Yanmei did not blink or wrinkle, and said in one mouthful.

"What! Zhou Yan, you shameless villain, you want to be crazy about money, dare to open your mouth like this. ”

Mo Feifei pointed at Zhou Yan angrily, trembling with anger.

"Love to buy or not to buy. Zhou Yan directly tilted his head and sneered, and said.

"Good, good.... I want a hundred taels of gold. Zhou Yan, I hope you have a life to take and a life to spend. ”

The stakes are very important, it is a matter of face, although he knows that this painting is very likely to be fake, but Feng Ao did not dare to take risks, his face was pale, he gritted his teeth, and took out a hundred taels of gold tickets again.

One hundred taels of gold, even for Feng Ao, who is worth a lot of money, is not a small amount.

On top of that, he has spent countless unjust dollars to close that ridiculous scandal.

Zhou Yan didn't go to pick up the golden ticket immediately, but said with a smile: "I have to make it clear in advance." The painting is what you want to buy, you and I are willing, once sold, it will not be returned. ”

"Less nonsense, bring the paintings. ”

Feng Ao already hated Zhou Yan so much, if he wasn't in Lingchen Martial Hall, he would definitely have a violent attack, or even kill Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan was very happy in his heart, but he couldn't see anything strange on his face, and after getting the golden ticket, he threw the painting to Feng Ao.

With this golden ticket, Zhou Yan already has two hundred taels of golden tickets.

To be honest, Zhou Yan had never even seen a tael of gold before, and the biggest money he had seen was silver.

Today, he got two hundred taels of gold unbelievably, and Zhou Yan's heart was already full of happiness.

The most important thing is that the two hundred taels of gold are all earned by Feng Ao, which is what makes Zhou Yan feel the happiest.

Zhou Yan discovered for the first time that money could still be earned like this, and it was so easy.

Seeing the sly and smug smile on Zhou Yan's face, Mo Feifei, a shameless woman, suddenly felt it in her heart, but in just a few days, Zhou Yan became incomprehensible to her.

As soon as Feng Ao's painting arrived, he was about to open it, but he was afraid that people would see it, so he took Mo Feifei to a secluded place.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan had a smile on his face, sped up, and rushed towards the ancient rooftop.

A moment later, from that secluded place, there was a furious scream that made the wind so arrogant that the whole body trembled.

"Whew....."

"Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan......"

"I swear proudly, if I don't make you a dead dog, I will not be a man. ”

.....

When Zhou Yan came to the ancient rooftop of Lingchen Wutang, it was already full of people, and everyone was neatly and distinctly seated on the ground.

Lingchen Martial Hall has a total of tens of thousands of disciples.

Among them, a registered disciple like Zhou Yan accounted for 9,000 people.

There are seven or eight hundred disciples in the outer hall.

And there are less than a hundred inner hall disciples. The number of core disciples is less than ten fingers.

However, more than ninety percent of Ling Chen's martial arts hall's cultivation resources would only be given to the outer hall, inner hall, and core disciples, and they were the true pride of the heavens.

Especially the disciples above the inner hall, such as Feng Ao, they are all future martial artists who have been tested to have innate martial origins, and each of them has the experience of teaching cultivation separately by a special senior instructor, and moreover, the cultivation exercises, basic pills, refined flesh and blood food, are supplied for free.

This series of treatments made the registered disciples greedy.

And a registered disciple like Zhou Yan and them was the most insignificant, and they could only get the most insignificant little cultivation resources.

Therefore, becoming an outer hall, inner hall, or even a core disciple is the dream and goal of all registered disciples.

Even Zhou Yan is no exception.

Today, the old man is going to openly attack the ninth major level of martial artists in front of the disciples of the Quanwutang.

Therefore, everyone up and down the martial arts hall has basically arrived.

However, Zhou Yan was a little puzzled, he didn't see Praruochen, and he didn't know where this guy went?

Zhou Yan was among the registered disciples, and not long after he sat down on the ground, he felt an extremely cold gaze coming towards him.

Zhou Yan followed his gaze and almost burst out laughing.

It is the arrogance among the disciples in the inner hall.

Zhou Yan relied on a tattered old painting, which was equivalent to defrauding Feng Ao of two hundred taels of gold, and the other party did not vomit blood on the spot, which was already considered a good heart.

Zhou Yan ignored Feng Ao's gaze that hated to bite him to death, and withdrew his gaze.

With these two hundred taels of golden tickets, not only can he change a good living environment for his family, but Zhou Yan can also buy some ordinary body refining pills and fierce beast essence meat, and break through the third level of martial arts as soon as possible.

It's not that Zhou Yan is conceited, in the past year, although his cultivation has been standing still, his foundation has been very solid.

Plus Tiger Fist has been a complete success.

Once he breaks through to the third level of martial arts, at that time, even if he doesn't rely on his wishes, Zhou Yan has the confidence to fight with Feng Ao, who has a martial arts source.

If you can still test that you have a martial source or even a spiritual vein at that time, in the future, you will be even more fearless and arrogant.

"Silence. ”

Suddenly, on the natural platform more than ten meters high, there was a solemn and serious figure who was disrespectful and smiling, and it was Lu Yanran, the deacon of the criminal law.

Lu Yanran was extremely intimidating in the martial hall, all the disciples were afraid of him, and when he opened his mouth, no one in the audience said a word, and he instantly calmed down.

Lu Yanran continued: "What I said below, all the disciples should remember. During the period from the beginning to the end of the old rush, no one is allowed to leave or make loud noises, otherwise, they will be severely punished. ”

Lu Bingran never said nonsense, and after saying a few words, he had already stepped down.

At the same time, there was a sudden strong wind all around, and a shadow like a black cloud pressed over everyone's heads, and a strong fishy smell rushed in.

All the disciples, including Zhou Yan, were taken aback, and then looked at the sky.