Murong, the first disciple of the Great Grandmaster of the Sword Sect, came.

The waves of Xiaojun Mountain are rising again.

The last time it caused an uproar was the arrival of those outstanding young juniors among the disciples of Qingtai.

It's just the next day's work, and there are romantic characters coming.

Pei Yunxun, the fourth prince of Qingtai, Ling Xiao, the genius of the Hanxiang Ling clan, Lin Jianchi, the leader in scattered cultivation, and Murong, the senior brother of the Sword Sect.

Not to mention An Shiqing, the county lord of Zhongzhou.

Is there smoke coming out of someone's grave?

Murong came early.

When he arrived at Xiaojun Mountain to join his fellow disciples, the sky was still bright.

It can also be seen how desperately Murong wants to compete with the martial soul Peng Yu.

Zhuo Yang reported to Murong on the situation in Xiaojun Mountain.

Murong either didn't say anything, nodded his head, or just replied with a word.

Anyway, I just didn't say a word.

Xie Liubin whispered: "I heard that this senior brother of the Sword Sect cherishes words like gold, and when I saw it today, I realized that the rumors were indeed true." ”

An Shiqing covered his mouth with a talisman fan and revealed Murong's secret to his friends: "Don't look at Murong dignified, this big brother is actually very shy and shy, and when he goes to a place where there are many people, especially in front of girls, he is nervous and anxious." He can control his heartbeat and breathing, but he can't get rid of his stuttering when he is nervous. ”

Those who suddenly realized it also felt incredible.

Who would have thought that the first disciple of the great master of the dignified Sword Sect would actually be a stutterer!

Murong's pair of sword eyebrows almost scuffled together.

An Shiqing said a few words, he obviously heard it.

Murong also brought a letter from the Great Grandmaster.

Zhuo Yang took the letter, and when he saw that it was indeed the handwriting of the great grandmaster, he couldn't help but sigh: "Senior brother, sure enough, the master knows you best." ”

The Great Grandmaster knew that Murong had a stutter, and he was afraid that he would not be able to explain it clearly, so he wrote a handwritten letter to Zhuo Yang and others to convey his will.

After reading the letter, Zhuo Yang conveyed the meaning of the great master to An Shiqing:

"County Lord, Master said that it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to learn martial arts with General Peng Yu. And it is not uncommon for the children of the sect to learn from each other. The two cannot be compared. This time, the great kindness of the Sword Sect inherited from the county lord was repaid by a few of our juniors, which is not very appropriate. Therefore, the master ordered the senior brother to bring the Nine Grades [Golden Black Grass] treasured by the Sword Sect to reward the county lord for his kindness. ”

[Golden Black Grass] is a nine-grade rare spiritual grass, which has the effect of cultivating yuan and consolidating roots, which is very beneficial to cultivation.

The name alone makes people's eyes light up.

An Shiqing was also moved.

"In order to give his disciples a chance, the great master is really willing to take out any treasure. She shook the talisman fan with a slow look, "The treasure that the Great Grandmaster wants you to bring, you still have to keep it alive, I don't want it." My father was a serious businessman, and I was nurtured by him since I was a child, so naturally I would not trade at a loss. The great master has a chance for a few of you, and I also have my calculations, that is, when it is difficult for you, you must not feel embarrassed. ”

Zhuo Yang clasped his hands and saluted: "It's easy to say." ”

An Shiqing raised his hand and made a move, and dozens of people stood up at a moment's notice.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Sword Sect were stunned.

The dozens of people saluted the disciples of the Sword Sect together:

"Senior brothers of the Sword Sect, please advise!"

Zhuo Yang was frightened back by this momentum and was taken a few steps back by this battle.

He retreated to Murong's side and called for help: "Senior brother!"

Murong's brows furrowed like a lump.

An Shiqing smiled treacherously.

"As we said before, everyone will learn from each other, and the point will stop. ”

Zhuo Yang jumped out and refuted her: "I said before, let's learn from each other." But we and the senior brother combined, there are only four of us! You, all forty of you!"

An Shiqing pretended to be regretful, "Oh, if you feel embarrassed, then forget it." ”

"No, yes, count!" Murong was in a hurry, and three words popped out of his mouth in one breath. He looked at the terrifying battle, gritted his teeth and popped out another word: "Come!"

"That's a good feeling. An Shiqing beckoned again, "The rules of the game are set for you, you can play." ”

She was watching from the sidelines.

Before the fight started, Zhuo Yang was already exhausted.

Four to forty.

Is this called learning from each other?

It's clear that it's deliberately embarrassing!

Zhuo Yang's face twitched twice, and he discussed with Murong: "Senior brother, why don't we give the [Golden Black Grass] to the county lord." ”

Murong made up his mind, "Fight!"

As long as you can keep the Sword Sect's strange treasure [Golden Black Grass], a few Sword Sect disciples are a little tired.

Anyway, I can't kill anyone.

Anyway, for the Sword Sect, the result was good.

Xie Liubin was the first to step forward and picked a Sword Sect disciple at a glance.

"Senior Brother Zhuoyang, please advise. ”

Although they are from different sects, Zhuo Yang started early and is relatively old, so he is worthy of Xie Liubin's senior brother.

Zhuo Yang was at a loss, "Little Master Xie, don't mind..."

"Xie?" Murong looked at Xie Liubin.

Zhuo Yang hurriedly said: "This is the little son of Sect Master Xie of the Fufeng Xie Clan. ”

"You. Murong threw a defiant glance at Xie Liubin, "I." ”

Without Zhuo Yang's translation, everyone also understands what Murong means.

Murong asked Xie Liubin to learn from him.

"Senior Brother Murong, don't worry. Xie Liubin spoke slowly, and his next words almost made Zhuo Yang vomit blood. "When I'm done with these three senior brothers, it's your turn. ”

Zhuo Yang almost didn't catch his breath.

He covered his heart: "Do you want us to come in turn!?"

Xie Liubin said: "We are also here to learn from you. That's fair. ”

"Male... Fair!?"

I really don't know how this little boy Xie is embarrassed to say this.

There are only four people in the Sword Sect, and there are about forty of them.

The number of people is not equal!

If it comes in a turn, one person against forty, and one person against four, is that fair?

Zhuo Yang couldn't say anything about the bitterness in his heart.

"Senior Brother Zhuoyang, don't put your face so stinky. Friendship first, learning second. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. ”

Xie Liubin thought that Zhuo Yang was afraid of being hurt, so he said this.

Who would have thought that his words made Zhuo Yang angry and aroused Zhuo Yang's fighting spirit.

Zhuo Yang regarded Xie Liubin's words as a provocation, and suddenly became a little indignant: "Although Master often says that your Fufeng Xie Clan's sword path is more mysterious than the Sword Sect, but I don't think so! Today, on behalf of the Sword Sect's way, I will ask Xie Xiaogongzi for a lesson or two!"

Seeing Zhuoyang's high morale, Xie Liubin was a little scared.

He retreated for a moment and emphasized again: "Okay, friendship first, competition second, stop at the point, don't hurt anyone!"

This time, he was afraid that he would get hurt.