After more than half a month of recuperation, Shi Xiaole's injuries have basically recovered, and he has succeeded in drawing the knife, which can be regarded as living up to the time.

Hearing the bell ringing to summon his disciples, he changed into a green shirt, and then rushed to the martial arts arena with a sword.

At this moment, the martial arts arena was already full of people, and at a glance, there were no less than six or seven hundred.

The summary of the sect once in March was to the effect that all the disciples would gather together, and the strongest personal disciples would preach and solve their doubts, so as to promote exchanges on the one hand, so as not to cause feelings among the disciples to become strange. On the other hand, it can be regarded as mutual encouragement and formation of healthy competition.

Therefore, whether it is cultivation or something important, every disciple cannot be absent.

"Have you heard? Half a month ago, the Second Elder and the others had already returned. ”

"Nonsense, I'm not deaf. I also know that the sect's application to become authentic has failed again. ”

"I expected this for a long time, so I don't want to say it. Let's talk about the good news, I heard that this time I went to Qingxue Prefecture, the four senior brothers and sisters have all made great gains, and their strength has made extraordinary progress. ”

"Needless to say, the three major disciples are also so violent, it is really emotional, he should have ......"

The voices of the crowd suddenly subdued, because many people saw Shi Xiaole walking towards them.

Shi Xiaole saw disdain, contempt, and even faint jealousy in some people's eyes, of course he didn't say anything, just nodded and passed by.

"Cut! What is dragging, if it weren't for the relationship between the aunt and the master, whoever would have taken his turn would not have been able to take this kid as a disciple. ”

"People have good lives and hard relationships, what can you do?"

Everyone snorted, venting their dissatisfaction in their hearts.

After a while, the noise disappeared, and the three elders appeared on the high steps north of the martial arts arena in unison.

Behind them, there were three young men with extraordinary temperaments.

Shi Xiaole in the crowd moved slightly.

The first one, a man with a mature appearance and a medium stature, should be the first young master of the Sword Painting School, Yuan Qiuwei, the windless willow sword among the four masters of Lu Yan.

Following him, the man in blue who looked cynical should be the second disciple of Yuan Qiuwei, who is almost as talented as Yuan Qiuwei, and Xiao Yuanbo, a sword Pingqiu.

As for the third person, she is a beautiful and moving girl, three or four years younger than Yuan Qiuwei and Xiao Yuanbo, who is known as the first genius of the sword painting school in recent decades, Rouyu Sword Mao Wenjing.

According to the reason, at the summary meeting, the four personal disciples should stand behind the three elders, and seeing that there is still one person missing, many people are looking for something.

"Senior Brother Shi, why don't you play yet?"

Someone next to him reminded him with a strange voice, which attracted everyone's attention, and when he saw Shi Xiaole 'hiding' in the crowd, laughter immediately rang out.

After all, only a few people have seen the battle between Shi Xiaole and Zhao Buping, and for most people, Shi Xiaole is still the timid and fearful transfer student who relies on his relationship to get to the top.

The second elder frowned, and snorted, "Xiaole, why haven't you come up yet?" In his tone, there was a bit of hatred for iron and steel.

The Great Elder said, "Xiaole, you have only joined the sect for one year, everyone knows your situation, and they will not embarrass you." ”

These words seem to be comforting Shi Xiaole, but in fact, they imply that he is not good at learning, and thinking deeply, he is implying to everyone that this kid is not worthy of being a personal disciple.

Sure enough, more people showed obvious disdain.

Not far away, Qin Zhao, who was handsome in appearance, seemed to be quiet, but in fact, he had been paying attention to Shi Xiaole.

In the past three conferences, although this kid has gone up every time, his cowering cowardice has simply laughed off people's big teeth, and this time will not be an exception.

Seeing the different eyes around and on the high level, Shi Xiaole was unexpectedly not timid, but smiled: "Since the Great Elder has been invited, it is better to obey your fate than to be respectful." ”

After that, he walked up the high steps and stood beside Mao Wenjing generously.

The Great Elder was stunned for a moment, and then secretly angry in his heart, as if he did not welcome him. Stinky boy, let you run rampant for now, and wait a while......

Thinking of his plan, the Great Elder sneered in his heart, cleared his throat and said, "It's the March summary meeting again, if you don't understand anything, you can put it forward, and a few senior brothers and sisters will solve your doubts." ”

It's all the old rules, of course all the disciples will not be polite, so the scene immediately became lively, and many people raised questions about cultivation to Senior Brother Yuan Qiuwei and Second Senior Brother Xiao Yuanbo.

Of course, the most popular is Mao Wenjing.

As the first person with the talent of the sword painting school, Mao Wenjing can be described as both talented and beautiful, and is recognized as the goddess of Luyan Mountain.

Seeing that a disciple finally grabbed the opportunity, but his face was red and his ears were red, and he was trembling even when he spoke, Shi Xiaole couldn't help but laugh.

Everyone is listening to Goddess Mao, and this untimely laughter is naturally extremely abrupt.

"Senior Brother Shi, what are you laughing at?

Some people immediately attack and have bad intentions.

Shi Xiaole waved his hand, meaning that you continue.

Everyone snorted and ignored this hateful relation.

"Senior Brother Shi, I have a question I want to ask, I wonder if you can answer it?"

When he was bored, suddenly a young man with a defiant face walked up, with a eager light in his eyes.

"If you have a problem, go to the three senior brothers and sisters, but I don't understand. ”

Shi Xiaole was happy to be idle and dealt with it casually.

The young man smiled, suddenly puffed up his voice, and shouted: "Since you have this self-knowledge, why don't you get off the high platform and give it to someone who is qualified?"

The shouting spread far away, so much so that everyone unconsciously looked over to this side.

Stirring up trouble?

Shi Xiaole happened to catch a glimpse of Qin Zhao not far away, and was showing a mouthful of white teeth to himself, so he said, "If I am qualified, you should ask the master." And, listen clearly, I don't like to be yelled at. ”

The young man laughed and said even louder: "In the martial arts sect, only the strong can gain respect. Shi Xiaole, if you don't have that ability, don't occupy that position. I Qian Tong can't get used to you, today, you will give me the position of a personal disciple!"

The Great Elder pretended to be angry and shouted, "Bastard, don't retreat!"

Qian Tong said in a deep voice: "Great Elder, even if I am expelled from the Sword Painting Sect today, I have to say, I and other disciples have worked hard to learn martial arts and endured all the hardships, if in the end we have to succumb to a relationship with no ability, then why do we have to work hard?"

This remark touched the sore spot of many people, and it immediately resonated a lot. Many people shouted about injustice as if they had agreed upon it.

Looking at this situation, it seems that as long as Shi Xiaole doesn't nod his head and takes the initiative to give up his identity as a disciple of his own lineage, they will not give up.

Looking at Qin Zhao who was watching coldly, and then looking at the Great Elder who pretended to be angry, but was actually proud, Shi Xiaole didn't know where it was, this was their conspiracy.

This pair of uncles and nephews, they can't wait for the sect Dabi in more than two months, and now they want to drive themselves away.

Seeing this, the second elder, who had been silent, reprimanded angrily: "Shut up one by one, Shi Xiaole's identity is determined by the head of the family, can you wait for a rebellion?"

Qian Tong seemed to have support, and he was not afraid, but he said resolutely: "It's so unfair, I'm willing to quit the Sword Painting Sect!"

"Yes, quit the Sword Painting School!"

A group of people followed Qian Tong and shouted loudly, making the second elder very angry, but he had a feeling that if he didn't give an explanation today, it would be really difficult to end.

The Great Elder seemed to suppress everyone, but he was fanning the flames, and the Third Elder stroked his beard and smiled secretly, watching from the wall. The three major disciples all looked at Shi Xiaole with complicated eyes.

All of a sudden, it seemed that Shi Xiaole had become the culprit who was useless and harmed the unity of the Sword Painting School.

"You say I'm not capable?"

Shi Xiaole looked at Qian Tong lightly, and his tone was calm.

Judging from today's situation, it was obvious that the Great Elder had secretly controlled many of the forces of the Sword Painting Sect.

This made Shi Xiaole slander for a while, I really don't know how that head is done, and if this momentum continues, when he gets out, I'm afraid the power will be empty.

To be honest, Shi Xiaole didn't care about the identity of a mere disciple of the Sword Painting Sect.

With the great martial arts system in his body, even if he is a casual cultivator, he can still rise to the top in the end and fly thousands of miles.

However, Shi Xiaole couldn't accept it, and he was forced to go down. Yes, he can not pass on the identity of a disciple himself, but the premise must be that he takes the initiative to give up, and others do not want to force him.

"Do you think you have what it takes?"

Qian Tong looked at Shi Xiaole with a sneering gaze, very disdainful.

He knew about Shi Xiaole's defeat of Zhao Buping, but in Qian Tong's opinion, it was just Zhao Buping's own carelessness, and he had to surrender his cultivation.

What's more, his Qian Tong's strength is stronger than Zhao Buping, whether it is internal strength, move comprehension, or on-the-spot strain, he also crushes Shi Xiaole in minutes.

Qian Tong smiled: "Shi Xiaole, don't be unconvinced. I'm the same age as you, but now I've cultivated the fifth level of hidden qi, and I've even cultivated the Dianmei Sword Technique to the point of being a god, what do you compare with me?"

There was an uproar among a few people.

Dianmei swordsmanship is one of the few third-rate swordsmanship in the painting sword school, which is more subtle than painting plum swordsmanship. At the age of fifteen, he cultivated it to the point of Shenhe Xiaocheng, and the qualifications of this Qian Tong were enough to rank in the top twenty of the sect.

Shi Xiaole nodded, thought for a moment, and said: "Ten moves, I will fight you with basic swordsmanship, and I can't beat you down within ten moves, and I will quit the sword painting sect from now on." ”

Wow!

Hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded, suspecting that they had heard it wrong. Is this still the timid and fearful Shi Xiaole, how dare he say such arrogant words?

Qian Tong said with a smile: "The broken jar is broken, and you have to walk with dignity, right? I will fulfill you." ”

After that, without waiting for the decision of the three elders, he directly drew his sword and stabbed Shi Xiaole. Because he had secretly received the instructions of the Great Elder, he could not give the Second Elder a chance to stop him.

The long sword stabbed, and the tip of the sword shook slightly, like a plum blossom blooming slowly, enveloping the thirteen acupoints around Shi Xiaole's body.

"Good swordsmanship. ”

Someone whispered.

The next moment, however, the exclamation came to an abrupt end.

Because Shi Xiaole came out of the sword, it was really a basic swordsmanship, but this mediocre sword, somehow, easily broke the first style of Qian Tong.