His words did not receive any reply, and Mu Shengxun had already entered the main hall.

'Click', 'Click'

Closer, Cheng Zhaozhao could still hear the sound of Zhanbugui's clenched fists.

Cheng Zhaozhao comforted: "Your Uncle Mu spends most of his time cultivating and practicing swords on weekdays, and he probably feels that he doesn't have time to teach you properly. ”

"He'll definitely regret his decision today!" Zhan Bugui snorted coldly, turned and ran away.

The self-esteem of a teenager.

Cheng Zhaozhao sighed and shook his head, and said to the onlookers Qi cultivation disciples: "If any of you have a good relationship with him, persuade him, if you want to come and ask for advice or if you don't understand anything about swordsmanship, you can come and ask." But you can't force this to accept apprentices. ”

The Qi cultivation disciples nodded again and again, and seeing that Cheng Zhaozhao was still listening to the words, they hurriedly asked, "Uncle Cheng, do you accept apprentices?"

"What do you want of your disciples? tall, short, fat, thin?"

"Do you think I'll do it?"

Cheng Zhaozhao politely refused one by one, and the disciples were a little depressed, but when they heard her say that they could ask her if they didn't understand anything in practice, they all left happily one by one.

......

The next day, Zhao Yuanlang on the viewing platform learned that someone had come to apprentice, and snorted: "Who is not good to find him, isn't this just a cold and cold stick to his cold ass?"

Jiang Chumiao disagreed: "I think Mu Shengxun is reluctant to accept the disciple because he doesn't want to delay that disciple." ”

"I'm talking about attitude. ”

Rather than giving people hope, it is better to reject them directly. ”

"This will hurt the self-esteem of the teenager. ”

"It's not a glass heart, you weren't rejected by Tianchen Lingjun back then, why don't you feel sad?"

When he mentioned this, Zhao Yuanlang suddenly exploded: "Jiang Chumiao, you!"

"What's wrong with me, I'll tell you the truth. Jiang Chumiao's face turned cold.

"Okay, okay, don't quarrel, take a good look at the competition!" Cheng Zhaozhao stood up, cutting off the sight of the two people, one on the left and one on the right.

Now it is the sixth round of the Jindan period competition, and there are more than 300 people who were originally qualified to participate, but many of them were seriously injured in the previous rounds of the competition and can no longer continue the competition.

It is this round that can determine the top 100 in the Jindan period.

The two who just came down were both demon cultivators from Beiyuan, and they also let everyone see the strength of the demon cultivator's physique, and the sound of the impact was simply terrifying.

"Eight thousand seven hundred and twenty Jiang Chumiao fought against ten thousand five hundred Yin Jinruo. ”

"Ah, senior sister is you, fortunately I didn't miss it!" Zhao Miaoxuan, who had just run to the viewing platform, gasped and said, "Senior sister, come on!"

Jiang Chumiao got up and flew onto the test bench without looking back.

Zhao Miaoxuan felt that something was wrong, and asked, "Zhaozhao, is Senior Sister too nervous? ”

Cheng Zhaozhao glanced at Zhao Miaoxuan, who looked very similar to Zhao Yuanlang, and said, "You look good." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Zhao Miaoxuan was confused, but in an instant she left these behind, because the competition began.

Cheng Zhaozhao turned his head sideways: "Are you angry?"

Zhao Yuanlang shook the hand of the fan for a moment: "What is angry, it is I who is the first to speak openly, and she is not wrong to say that." ”

"Back then, you must have been sad, right?" Cheng Zhaozhao patted Zhao Yuanlang on the shoulder: "It's okay, everything is over." ”

Zhao Yuanlang took the opportunity to hug me: "Zhaozhao, I didn't expect you to care about me so much." I'm so moved, so moved that I want to make a promise......"

"Get out!"

After Cheng Zhaozhao pushed him away and continued to look at the competition platform, the smile on Zhao Yuanlang's face disappeared, and he looked at Mu Shengxun who was standing in the corner of the viewing platform.

Back then, he failed to become a disciple of Tianchen Lingjun, and his mood did fall to the bottom for a while, and he was depressed for a long time, feeling that it was because he was not as good as Mu Shengxun that he was rejected.

The self-esteem of a teenager is very strong, but it is actually very fragile.

So much so that he hated Mu Shengxun for a long time. Although he was relieved that everything had passed now, he was used to the matter of harming Mu Shengxun.

"Ahh

Jiang Chumiao screamed from the test table, and Zhao Yuanlang's consciousness was recalled at the moment.

But seeing that Jiang Chumiao was wrapped in countless white spirit satins, half-hanging in the air, and these white spirit satins were still tightening.

It can be seen that Jiang Chumiao is extremely uncomfortable now, and his face has become pale.

"Senior sister, hold on!" Zhao Miaoxuan shouted.

Jiang Chumiao shouted, urgently recalled the spirit sword, cut off the white spirit satin bound to her body, and then landed.

The next moment, countless phantom bells appeared around Jiang Chumiao, a crisp and then strange sound of bells, Jiang Chumiao's heart was alarmed, and between the flying body and spinning, countless sword blades struck in all directions.

"That Yin Jinruo is also from Xianmei Palace, how can I see that the exercises she uses are similar to those of Xianmei Palace?" Zhao Miaoxuan was a little puzzled.

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "She graduated from Xianmei Palace, but later left the sect due to some changes. Now it's a realm of loose cultivation. ”

"Then does she have a grudge against Senior Sister? Why do I think the way she looks at Senior Sister is so terrifying?"

Cheng Zhaozhao thought for a while and said, "Do you remember Senior Brother Mu, who once tried a ghost cultivation competition with a West Pole?"

"That ghost cultivator named Mao?" Zhao Miaoxuan said that he was still very concerned about the few monks that Mu Sheng had compared to.

"Yes, Mao is the double monk of this Yin Daoyou in front of him. ”

"Huh?" Zhao Miaoxuan's eyes widened: "She's avenging her fellow Daoists!"

"It's not revenge, probably no matter who it is now, as long as it is from our Cangjian Sect, she may not be easy to attack. ”

After all, in that competition, the injuries were not light.

Although the last article of Tianchuhui's competition clearly says that there is no revenge, if someone really falls on the competition platform, how many people close to him can endure not to seek revenge?

As a result, Jiang Chumiao was injured and defeated.

She didn't go back to the test bench, but left.

"I'm going to see Senior Sister. Zhao Miaoxuan got up and was about to leave.

"Nine thousand Cheng Zhaozhao fought against one thousand and five Shang Zuo. ”

"Ah, Zhaozhao is you!" Zhao Miaoxuan sat back in place excitedly: "Come on, I'll cheer for the flag!"

"Good. ”

Zhao Yuanlang beside him hurriedly said: "If you win, I have a rich reward waiting for you." ”

"Then you beware of going bankrupt. "When Cheng Zhaozhao flew away, he heard Mu Shengxun's voice: 'Demon cultivators are afraid of light. ’

Cheng Zhaozhao turned his head and saw Mu Shengxun's gaze: "Thank you for the reminder." ’

"Haha, it's the Unity Sword Monarch, I've seen it in the stone forest before, do you remember?" Demon Cultivator Zuo laughed heartily.

"Naturally remember. Cheng Zhaozhao gave up.

Shang Zuo said: "If it is an ordinary competition, I should give a few points when I meet a female cultivator." But this day, Chu Hui Dabi, if he lets you, I'm afraid you won't be happy. ”