"Why do you like to break your legs, do you still provoke you when your legs provoke you?" Du Mu shook his head and muttered quietly.

Trained twice a day, this product is accepted with an open mind and resolutely not changed. I don't have the right to use it, how stupid it is, if I figure it out, I don't feel that it hurts or itches, and it doesn't matter if I get trained twice, and I will talk about it if I have enough.

This feeling of doing evil openly and honestly with the title of the sect is not an ordinary cool. Du Mu likes to see them dare to be angry but dare not speak, and very much looks forward to them being able to rise up against him, a bully who is powerful, after they have enough courage, so that they will have a reason to beat them again.

I don't know if the opponent has become smart or cowardly, in short, the expectation of the wicked man Du has become empty, and Wang Chang didn't even have the courage to look at him before he died, and he walked around when he met, as for Liyanli, he has been hiding since last time and has not appeared.

I got tired of playing this kind of game after three days, bullying a few outer disciples, and I couldn't find a little sense of achievement.

In the case of the collective silence of the outer gate, the overall muffled silence of the inner gate, and the silence of the true transmission, the nine groups of disciples boiled water and delivered water as usual, but the head that had been slightly lowered in the past was raised, and the eyes of the people were no longer evasive, but with pride.

The nine groups are not like other groups with disciples among the inner doors, except for the second Du Jiuyao of the outer gate, there has never been a character who can pick the beam, has always been the weakest one in the service group, and then came a waste, seven years like a day in the spell, known as the most wasted disciple in the history of the Jianhua Sect, and even more ridiculed, therefore, the nine groups have always been the object of ridicule by everyone, and the new disciples are all vying to escape from this demonic land, and they have switched to other groups, resulting in the extreme lack of manpower in the back nine groups, and they are on the verge of being banned.

It wasn't until that legendary waste used a rough way to let the inner and outer disciples see his ferocity like a mad dog that the nine groups of disciples met the kind eyes of the people around them, and they could finally puff up their chests.

There are two ready-made strong men Du Jiuyao and Mo Yunwei to catch, Du Mu didn't take the head of the sect seriously at all, and directly became the shopkeeper.

The little stammerer has already become one with Tang Huo'er, and after only three days of getting along, the two are like long-lost sisters, like glue, almost to the point of inseparability.

The praying mantis flattered in every possible way, and finally hugged a big thick leg, so that he could raise his eyebrows and exhale without worrying about someone bullying him.

This nominal master and servant did not reveal the slightest intention of wanting to open the sword Huazong, not only that, but the three hateful guys did not care about someone's opposition at all, and arrogantly and rudely occupied the Demon Breaking Residence, and someone dared to be angry under the authority of Tang Shaozong, so he had to live in the ninth group and squeeze a bunk with a few newcomers.

The bed is still the same bed, but the person is not the same person as before. With the transfer of a group of senior brothers such as Lu Renyuan, Qi Lianshan, Cao Hong, and Chen Dagen one after another, there are only a few new faces left in the nine groups.

Du Mu was lying on a chair in the courtyard lazily basking in the sun, covering his face with a fan of fire, seemingly pretending to sleep, but in fact, he was injecting a trace of spiritual power into the Qianjiao Monument, trying to communicate with the spirit of the stele, hoping to awaken the unknown existence.

Since the spirit of the stele fell into a deep sleep three years ago, and has not awakened since, during this time he has made countless attempts, and each time his spiritual power is like a mud cow into the sea, and there is no news, and the spirit of the stele seems to have dissipated, and this time it is still the same.

Suddenly, a long sword shining with silver light flew in the distance, and a young disciple stood on it, quickly grazing over Du Mu's head and flying towards the side of the main hall.

The people who can fly with the sword are all true disciples of the Dust Realm, and after the mountain gate is closed, there are very few true disciples who will do this, and it seems that something has happened.

"Senior Brother Xiao is so handsome. ”

As soon as the true disciple of the sword appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of many disciples, many of whom were envious.

Du Mu got up and stretched, and walked towards the main hall. He naturally looked at things from a different angle, Senior Brother Xiao seemed to be very spirited, but the flying sword obviously had a vibrato, and the follow-up was weak, and it gradually looked like it was not good, presumably because of the injury, but I don't know who else can hurt the Seven Heavens of the Dust Realm under the rule of this Sword Hua Sect within a radius of 30,000 li.

As soon as Xiao Qianqiu entered the main hall, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and his body fell upside down and fell in the air.

Elder Wen Qizheng took the lead in flashing out of the inner hall, catching the apprentice, using the vitality of his left hand to protect his heart, and tearing his shirt with his right hand, there was a blood hole the size of a cup in his chest, and the blood had been stopped by Xiao Qianqiu with a technique, judging from the wound, as long as it was half an inch, it was not the lung lobe but the heart that was cut.

Xiao Qianqiu's lung lobe was the most seriously injured, followed by the crushing of his left shoulder, the deformation of his right arm by a heavy object, and the rest of the wounds were no less than seventeen or eighteen.

Wen Qizheng sighed, this kid was injured like this, and it was lucky to be able to come back, Sen Ran said: "Have you met someone from the Great Sword Sect?" As he spoke, a red pill popped into the disciple's mouth, first ensuring that the name of the beloved disciple was worry-free.

The true disciple of the Sword Hua Sect was seriously injured, and the other leaders naturally couldn't sit still, and soon they all came out of the inner hall. Nangong is in charge of the medicine building, and he has studied the pharmacology of injuries and diseases all his life, and he is much more authoritative than the elder Wen Qizheng, who has basically no room for others to interfere.

Xiao Qianqiu swallowed the pill and said, "The disciple was ordered to investigate the news, but unfortunately he was identified by the Great Sword Sect, and he used all his strength to escape. ”

The dead wood said, "Have you ever found anything suspicious?"

Xiao Qianqiu lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "The disciple is ashamed. ”

Deadwood waved his hand and motioned to the disciples in front of the hall to carry him down, "It's good to live and raise, you don't have to pay attention to this matter for the time being, I have other arrangements." ”

Xiao Qianqiu responded: "Yes." ”

The four disciples in front of the hall moved in, carrying Xiao Qianqiu and just about to leave, just as Tang Huo'er led Yao Ji and Mantis to arrive, and then Du Mu also arrived.

Tang Shaozong stopped him roughly, patted it softly, and asked murderously: "Which one doesn't open his eyes?"

Xiao Qianqiu pulled the wound and gasped cold, but he didn't dare to show it, and said, "The third true legend of the Great Sword Gate." ”

"It's useless. Let's see how the old lady calls you back. "As a true disciple, the Sword Huazong lost to the Great Sword Sect, which Tang Huo'er could never bear.

Xiao Qianqiu smiled bitterly and was carried down.

"Huo'er is back, don't ask about this matter, let Du Boy go. Deadwood stopped her and commanded in an unquestioning tone.

"It's really boring, I originally wanted to have a good time. Tang Huo'er suddenly became excited, lost her spirit, grabbed Du Mu's ears, and said: "Goucai, you listen to the old lady, when you see the big sword gate, just beat them, and let them return it ten times and a hundred times." ”

Du Mu exhaled in pain, and broke open the claws like the iron tongs of the violent woman, you can't laugh at the fact that the senior brother is injured, what is the matter with twisting Lao Tzu's ears. Leaving the main hall, he remembered something as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hall, so he had to turn back again, scratch his head and ask, "Where is the big sword gate?"

Tang Huo'er said angrily: "Stupid dog, are you reliable?" "Fly up and kick the stupid dog over.

Du Mu rolled and crawled out of the main hall of Jianhuazong. A small stammering silver bell-like laugh rang out from the side.

The praying mantis is happy, dripping with joy, and the depression has disappeared in the past few years. The strong are more powerful, the vicious dog must be sharpened by the wicked, Tang Huo'er's thigh is not ready to let go no matter what.