"Xiao Ji is sensible, but it's a pity that it's not under me, eh......" He sincerely felt sorry, which is also the reason why Ji Wushang has been patient with him, because the other party really looks up to himself.

I want to be at the beginning, I entered the martial pavilion, in order to let myself worship under his seat, I can't wait to directly pass the position of the peak master directly to myself, even if he later worships the third peak, he will occasionally send something to himself, there are precious treasures, and there are dumplings that he made by himself during the New Year, saying that the disciples of the sixth peak have eaten, and he can't fall behind.

The master didn't plan to directly accept himself as a big disciple, but he also left it alone, don't accept it if you don't become a big disciple!

Ji Wushang really didn't understand why this person was so good to him, and even wondered for a while if he not only broke his sleeves but also wanted the old cow to eat tender grass.

It wasn't until later that he knew that he liked the Fourth Peak Peak Lord, and he was a little relieved.

Then one day, he dragged himself to drink, the whole person was drunk, and kept praising himself for being really good-looking, he was so envious, if he looked like this, Xiao Yuer would definitely like it, and praised himself for his good character, if he was like this, he would definitely make Xiao Yuer happy.

In this way, Ji Wushang probably understood why he was so good to himself, and he completely let down his vigilance that he might be eaten.

"Uncle He, the disciple has something to report. ”

He Sifang saw that Ji Wusheng's face was not very good-looking, so he continued to praise the little baby's heart, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?

"The disciple has failed to live up to the position of captain, and has failed to live up to the trust of all the peak masters and all the junior brothers and sisters, the disciple ......" Listening to his words, the disciples of the Martial Pavilion behind him also heard some signs, and their heads drooped even lower.

He Sifang had little tendon in his head, and when he saw this, he wondered and asked, "What's wrong with this?

"In this operation, the disciple led a total of thirty people, and six died, so I asked He Feng to punish him. ”

Ji Wushang changed his name, and when the words fell, the person was already kneeling, and the whole person was expressionless.

Behind him, the flower ghost in the crowd looked at him, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking with a straight face, only to see him suddenly kneel down and say: "Disciple Hua ghosting, he didn't protect his fellow disciples, and he died tragically in the same door, please punish He Feng." ”

All eyes suddenly gathered on him, only Ji Wushang didn't look at it, but his body trembled slightly.

Weng Ran was very surprised, but he didn't expect him to stand out for Ji Wusheng.

But that's how he spoke......

"Disciple Weng Ran, did not protect the same door well, until the same door died tragically, please punish He Feng. ”

In the blink of an eye, the martial arts disciples of their group knelt down, with injuries and mournful faces, but at this time they knelt and begged for punishment, who could bear it.

The people of Lemen looked at it sympathetically, and this was not something they should have interfered in.

"Master, it's no wonder that they are doing this, the battlefield is ruthless......" The second senior sister of the sixth peak choked up and said.

He Sifang's face was not good-looking, the four young lives were gone, as an elder, it was a pity and regret, but at this moment, it was not the time to be sad.

"I'm that kind of bastard, why are you to blame for this, get up, wait until we get back, and we'll worship them." Although he knew that this was not the time to be sad, He Sifang couldn't help but redden.

As soon as he did this, some disciples cried out and sobbed lowly.

All of a sudden, it seemed to be contagious, many disciples cried, He Sifang, who was just red-eyed before, couldn't hold back anymore, Douda's tears fell down, and he couldn't help wiping his tears, "Don't cry, we have to be strong, woo woo...... Now, now is not the time to cry, woo woo woo ......"

The two big hands were busy working on their faces, but they couldn't wipe away their tears, and their beards were wet into wisps.

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There were also a few disciples in Lemen who cried, and the few commanders in Kelemen looked at He Sifang but had different thoughts.

The bamboo flute stepped forward and patted He Sifang on the shoulder, "Lord He Feng, I hope to take care of your body and don't be too sad." ”

He Sifang suddenly nestled into the other party's shoulder, hammered and hammered on the chest of the bamboo flute with one hand, and cried, "My poor disciple~It's too miserable~"

The bamboo flute's face was red, and he felt that the shoulder and neck were wet, and his hand trembled, and finally patted He Sifang's back gently, and he couldn't say anything more.

Weng Ran was thinking about whether to cry twice, and Chenyue beside him had already begun to cry.

Weng Ran turned his eyes and looked at it, the eyes of the other party were also slightly red, and the two of them staggered their eyes wordlessly, Weng Ran didn't feel it, but it wasn't deep, and she wasn't used to crying.

When the crying ended, Weng Ran only felt that she was saved, and she was about to be noisy to death.

He Sifang had swollen eyes with only two slits left, and after thanking the bamboo flute, he helped Ji Wushang up, "I said Xiao Ji, didn't you let me get up, why are you still kneeling." ”

Ji Wushang looked at the ugly face that was close at hand, and stepped back, "Uncle Shi take care of your body, the enemy can't tell when he will make a plot." ”

"Well, Uncle Shi knows, but he just took pity on those children. ”

Seeing that he was about to cry again, Ji Wushang hurriedly said: "Uncle Shi and Lemen's seniors are planning to go out of the city, then let's not delay the trip." ”

"Yes, Lord He Feng should make peace with everyone. Lang Pipa spoke.

He Sifang nodded, "Okay, okay, don't delay, don't delay, let's go." Then he took out a handkerchief out of nowhere and wiped his wet beard.

The two teams met and set off again.

Weng Ran looked at Chenyue, who was still twitching, and handed over a handkerchief.

"Thank you. Chenyue took the handkerchief and twisted it on her nose, Weng Ran raised her eyebrows, yes, a handkerchief is worthless.

As soon as they left the city gate, yellow smoke suddenly burst into the sky in front of them, staining a large area of the sky.

"It's the governor of the main gate!

The bamboo flute fell, and he looked at the pipa in a blink of an eye, and Xiao and Kong Gu also looked at the pipa, and the faces of the four of them were not very good-looking.

"Lord He Feng, the three of us will take the first step, and the Suona Linghui and the disciples of Zhongle Sect will stay. ”

"Okay, let's go. He Sifang agreed.

When the pipa fell, a colorful spider suddenly appeared, with a huge body, and the pipa had already jumped up, and the colored spider brought up the dust and smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

The bamboo flute conjured up a flute with a green body, stepped on the flute, and chased after it.

Xiao Xiao is standing on top of a seven-petal flower, which is as smooth as jade, and there are golden points of light falling down, which is very beautiful.

But those points of light have already dissipated before they can land.

The crowd also sped up. ”

He Sifang shouted, and everyone increased their speed again and rushed to the place where the yellow smoke was emitted.