More than 100 new and old disciples of the Heavenly Academy sat around the bonfire and talked happily.

More than eighty percent of the people who can be admitted to the Heavenly Academy are from the seven surnames, thirteen small surnames, and thirty-six clans, and the remaining twenty percent are either small families in Xianyang, or big families in other states and counties.

Even if there is no turmoil of special recruitment, Mowgli is also an alternative to the Heavenly Academy. Although he is the second senior brother of the Heavenly Academy, his status is noble, and he is still a good friend of the Seventh Prince, and it is said that he is also favored by the Son of Heaven and the Queen, and he may become a concubine, but he still can't get rid of his humble status.

Although Ying Ziqing personally greeted him from the tower, and was hospitalized by Ling Hu Minzhi, many people stepped forward to salute one by one and meet the second senior brother of the Heavenly Academy, but that kind of estrangement from the bones still made Wuji feel a kind of loneliness in the crowd.

Mowgli was calm, he knew that he couldn't be friends with these people. Even though he has been in a relationship with Ying Dangdang and Shi Yuling, in essence, they are still people from different classes.

He didn't intend to curry favor with these people, nor did he want to put on a pampered appearance, he just looked at these people quietly, and didn't even intend to hide his contempt. He looked down on these people from the bottom of his heart, and if it weren't for his family background, most of them wouldn't have had the opportunity to sit here at all.

He also knows that the way to earn the respect of these people is not to be approachable, but to be strong. Without strength, no matter how enthusiastic he is, these people will not look at him more. has strength, no matter how ugly his face is, these people will obediently call him senior brother.

What's more, troubled times are coming, and the so-called family history and reputation may turn to ashes at any time, but they haven't woken up yet.

Wuji sat quietly in the crowd, someone came to toast, he nodded politely, no one came to toast, he watched the show silently.

The show is boring. It's nothing more than some pretentious introductions, self-righteous games, one by one with shelves, it's not as interesting as gambling in Pin Yuxuan and Li Ze, at least there are glamorous dances to watch.

Linghu Minzhi took care of Wuji very much, and in order to avoid Wuji's loneliness, he sat down until Wuji. Mowgli doesn't matter, there is a sentence of gossip, and his thoughts are a little distracted. There was only one thing on his mind now: should the ritual be changed?

Just when Wuji was a little absent-minded, a sharp gaze swept over. The arena was filled with hormonal screams.

Wuji's heart flashed, and he looked at it and couldn't help grinning.

Ichijo Red is here. She was dressed in a power suit, and the black brocade fabric glistened in the light of the campfire, and her shining eyes were shining. She held the giant sword upside down in one hand, hidden behind her, and held the sword trick in the other, which was placed horizontally above her head. The body is long and jade, and the posture is erect.

As soon as she appeared, she caused a round of applause. The disciples of the Heavenly Academy, especially the young people who had just been admitted to the Academy, saw her sassy and heroic appearance, and thought that she was forced to come to the Heavenly Academy to perform, and they were both excited and proud, and they shouted louder than the other. Vent your indescribable restlessness to your heart's content.

However, her gaze falls on only one person, and she is not very friendly, deaf to the applause around her.

The screaming people slowly savored the red love, which was not quite right. The acquaintance closed his mouth and quietly looked at Yizhang Hong and Wuji.

For Mowgli's special treatment, they have mixed feelings. is annoyed by the fact that Mowgli is unhappy. and envy Mowgli's attention to monopolity. In front of everyone's eyes, no matter what the reason, it is an honor to make the rampant Xianyang Zhanghong so eye-catching.

Mowgli but very calm. Facing a red eye that was about to breathe fire, he smiled and raised his voice: "Little junior sister, jump well, dance well, senior brother will be rewarded." ”

"Who is rare!" Yizhanghong spat angrily, slowly took a step forward, lunged forward, straightened his waist and raised his hips, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at Wuji, full of provocation.

Wuji smiled slightly, stood up, and dusted his sleeves. "Are you challenging me?"

Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

A red and startled, a trace of timidity flashed in his eyes. She was demonstrating to Wuji, but she had no intention of provoking Wuji. She fought Wuji twice, one win and one loss, but she knew very well that if Wuji was prepared, she basically had no chance of winning.

Although Wuji failed to defeat Xie Guanglong, she also fought hard, and she thought she couldn't do it.

She regretted it a little. I just wanted to show my might, but I didn't expect Mowgli's reaction to be so radical, and asked her if it was a challenge in front of so many people. How should she answer? Saying yes is tantamount to bringing humiliation on herself, and being humiliated by Wuji again. If she says no, then isn't she cowardly and inward-looking?

Then her reputation is not a stinky street, and it has really become a chrysanthemum red.

Yizhanghong stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing this, Ying Ziqing hurriedly stepped forward to relieve the siege. "Senior brother, you misunderstood. Senior Sister Gai, this is a gesture of the sword dance, but it is not a challenge. Senior Sister Gai, did you say?"

Although Yizhang Hong felt very embarrassed, he still nodded, and when he turned around, the giant sword drew a half-arc, the cold light flashed, and the sword wind was terrifying, so that the onlookers of the Heavenly Academy disciples hurriedly retreated, so as not to be accidentally injured by her annoyance and anger.

Yizhang Hong unfolded his sword momentum, jumping around the bonfire, tossing and turning. When she is fierce, she is like a giant spirit, holding a giant sword, opening the world and the earth, invincible, and when she is light, she is flexible and changeable, light as the wind, making people dare not believe that this is a woman who is nearly a foot tall.

The teenagers were immediately attracted by her sword dance, and one by one they clapped their hands and stomped their feet hoarsely, cheering loudly, lest their voices be low and not sincere enough.

Yizhang Hong is originally a lively character, and his favorite is this kind of occasion where the stars hold the moon. In the bursts of applause, she became more and more enthusiastic and danced more devotedly.

She threw the giant sword high, flew up, kicked a difficult one-word horse in the air, took the giant sword that shot at the lightning, landed lightly, held the sword in both hands, raised it above her head, stood firmly on the ground with one foot, kicked it upside down, put it behind her head, and posed in the shape of a purple gold crown kicking backwards.

The body is like a bow, the twin peaks protrude forward, the slender waist is like a hand, and the jade legs are straight. This shape undoubtedly reveals a beautiful red figure, beauty and strength coexist, and suddenly caused a thunderous applause.

Yizhang Hong glanced at Wuji proudly, but saw Wuji sitting there expressionlessly, and when he saw her looking over, he raised his hand and slapped it twice very insincerely, and the perfunctory meaning was overflowing.

Yizhang Hong's face sank, put away his posture, held the giant sword upside down, walked on two long legs, came to the rostrum, and arched his hands.

"Dare to ask Senior Brother Wuji, Senior Brother has such an expression, could it be that Gai Hong's sword dance is not enough?"

The applause stopped abruptly, and everyone turned their eyes to Mowgli. They all knew that Yizhanghong and Wuji were opponents, and they almost clashed just now, but they didn't expect Yizhanghong to provoke Wuji. Once Mowgli is unhappy and-for-tat, a good welcome party may end in bloodshed.

Ordinary people don't dare to provoke a single person, either because of her force or because of her ruthlessness. But neither of these points is useful to Mowgli.

In terms of martial arts, Wuji once beat Yizhanghong to the point that his nose was blue and his eyes were swollen, and he fought with Yizhanghong's senior brother Xie Guanglong for dozens of battles without defeat.

In terms of ruthlessness, this second senior brother is even more famous. The first time he played against Yizhanghong, he was injured countless times, and even Lixiu was killed. Legend has it that on Chinese New Year's Eve, the four masters and servants rushed for forty miles, killing the Death Gate in the dark eight gates on the outskirts of the city.

This kind of unscrupulous outlaw is generally shunned. Even if it's a little red, I'm afraid it may not be able to get a good deal.

Many people are pinching cold sweat for a zhang red, what are you doing to provoke this kind of countryman?

Ying Ziqing was also a little unhappy. Doesn't this guy who built a family have a long brain, and he has to make trouble again and again? He was just about to get up to play the round, when Wuji reached out and pressed him.

"Senior brother, don't be impatient. ”

Ying Ziqing sighed helplessly, and looked at Ling Hu Minzhi for help. Ling Hu Minzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head quietly, and looked at Wuji quietly.

Wuji got up and left his seat, took two steps forward, and came face to face with Yizhanghong. Although Yizhang Hong is tall, he stands in the chairman, but he is exactly the same as Yizhang Hong.

"Senior sister, you dance beautifully, but to be honest, you dance more and less sword. If you can dance with a sword like this, others can dance too. Wherever you go, you'll find kabuki on par with you. Do you say?"

He was stunned, and his eyes were a little evasive.

Wuji looked around, frowned slightly, calmed down, and said: "What we want to see is the sword dance of the Heavenly Sword Academy, not the sword dance that can be seen everywhere in Xianyang City, you let us look at this, do you look down on my Heavenly Academy and fool us, or is the sword dance of the Heavenly Sword Academy of this grade?"

"You ......" is a red whisper.

"I'll be honest with you, I'm not satisfied, very dissatisfied. He stared at the red eyes and said word by word, "You are despising the Heavenly Academy, I am very angry. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent. They remembered the reason why Yizhang Hong came to the Heavenly Academy to dance. Originally, it was supposed to be performed by Gai Wushuang himself, but now it is changed to a performance by Yizhanghong, and Wuji has made a big concession. If Yizhang Hong is still confused, it is indeed a little ignorant.

The father and daughter of the Gai family are not only despising Mowgli, but also despising the Heavenly Academy. And they just applauded vigorously, which is really a bit embarrassing. If it weren't for Wuji pointing out this, they would have been sold by Yizhanghong today, and they are still counting the money for Yizhanghong.

Ying Ziqing also heard the meaning of this, and immediately sank his face. Wuji gave in because he mediated it. If the father and daughter of the Gai family do this, it will be tantamount to slapping him in the face, so how will he talk to Wuji in the future, and how can he claim to be the senior brother of the Heavenly Academy?

"Hmph!" Ying Ziqing gently patted the arm of the chair, and the displeasure was overflowing-

(To be continued......)

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