Since Fang Zhongjin agreed to participate in the competition on the patriarch's birthday, to the first day of his birthday, it was only a few days.

And in this lower courtyard, he really set off a "bloody storm".

In short, in those days, everyone had injuries on their faces, and all of them had evil spirits on their faces.

This is also natural, who wants to give up the chance that I am afraid that I will only have once in this life and leave the lower house like a quagmire?

In the end, it was not until the day before his birthday that a young man named Wang Su was selected.

This man overwhelmed everyone, and finally beat the rest of the disciples in the lower courtyard to convince them.

In this way, the five people who came out to compete in the lower court this time were "Tuo Nansheng", Rabbit Ye, Ge Rongxuan, Gai Xing and Wang Su.

In fact, most of the disciples who are ambitious and want to jump into the Dragon Gate will participate in this patriarch's birthday competition.

In the past, no one in the lower house had ever touched this mind.

Now, apart from these five people, no one dares to send them to death.

Even so, the strange incident of "this year's lower court actually has a team participating in the disciple competition" is also a stir-up. It is known to everyone like the wind.

Many people felt strange in their hearts, and more people brought the excitement of watching.

Of course, a small number of people like Long Xiude regard the team led by "Tuo Nan Sheng" as a target.

Now, although he didn't make too much noise, he only waited for the competition to start before cutting off the team in the lower house.

In the Huashan faction, which never allows private fighting and internal friction, this is the only way to teach these boys who don't know what to do or bad to learn.

In addition to beating them severely, he also has to ruin their future from now on. Only in this way can it be very satisfying.

Although among the nearly 1,000 disciples of the next generation of Huashan, some are ambitious, and some just want to see the excitement.

But this scorching competition didn't start until Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, sacrificed to his ancestor.

Early in the morning of the first day of his birth, the Huashan Sect's mountain gate, which was only opened once a year, had already gathered the disciples of various academies one after another.

Although there are only a few dozen disciples in the lower courtyard, they are the children of wealthy families under the mountain who are regarded by the Huashan faction as unsuitable for martial arts and cannot refuse.

However, the disciples of the Middle Courtyard who were dressed in gray-yellow costumes like them were numerous. There were as many as 500 people crowded together.

This group of people is the cornerstone of the rapid recovery of the Huashan faction in the past ten years.

Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, also selected good talents and beautiful qualities from such a huge group of disciples and became the backbone of the next generation of the Huashan faction.

These backbones are the disciples of Huashan's upper court. They numbered only about two hundred. Uniformly dressed in ink-colored clothes, everyone had an impassioned expression on their faces, even if they were standing, they were more upright than those disciples in the middle and lower courts.

Some of these people were even born poor, only because they entered the Huashan School and learned authentic Huashan Kung Fu, which could rewrite their fate. From a farmer who can only bend over to farm, he has become a disciple of Huashan who is praised by people on the rivers and lakes.

As for whether he will become a famous hero in the future?

As long as you play well on the patriarch's birthday, maybe some elder will point himself to his own disciple.

If you study hard for a few years, you will not only be called a master of Huashan if you walk on the rivers and lakes.

Maybe they can become a famous hero like their senior brother Yan Junhao!

In the entire Huashan faction, if you ask who is the most loyal to the head Qiu Songhe. Maybe it wasn't his personal disciples, but these people who were personally selected by Qiu Songhe to enter the upper courtyard.

In their hearts, the head of the family is the Huashan faction, and the Huashan faction is the foundation of their own lives.

As for those personal disciples, the number is even smaller. However, the hundreds of personal disciples each stood in a conspicuous position, and their faces showed indifferent and solemn expressions.

This group of people is the pride of the Huashan faction. It is also the person that all Huashan disciples want to become.

These group disciples, both men and women, were dressed in dark green clothing. Their clothes were made of elaborate fabrics, with a soft silver glow on the dark green. In addition, it is specially tailored for each of them, so it looks particularly tall when worn on the body.

The male disciples wore this costume and looked at the pine trees on Ruhua Mountain. And a few female disciples also wore such dark green skirts, which looked even more sassy and vigorous, which was completely different from the gentleness and pettiness of the woman in the boudoir.

If the rest of the disciples want to wear this garment, they will only be distributed by the Foreign Affairs Yuan when they go down the mountain to do business.

Fang Zhongjin was mixed among the disciples in the lower courtyard, and through the black pressed head, he saw that among the female disciples wearing dark green skirts, there was indeed a deer among them.

The deer has white skin ~ skin and a beautiful appearance. Although the dark green skirt was solemn, it couldn't suppress her all-over Zhong Lingyu's beautiful spirit. On the contrary, her snow ~ skin is like a layer of soft light.

Lu'er's hair used to be slightly yellow and curly, but now it is not combed into any bun, but only tied into a bun at the back of his head.

The lively hair ends jumped and jumped with the pace of the deer, repeatedly teasing ~ plucking on the white ~ tender and slender neck, and the hearts of those who watched it jumped and jumped.

As soon as she appeared, not only Fang Zhongjin, but there were always seven or eight hundred people in this martial arts arena staring at her with a pair of burning eyes.

If you listen closely, you can hear that the people standing around you seem to have swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

Fang Zhongjin looked at Lu'er from a distance, and suddenly saw that Lu'er also seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and Fang Zhongjin showed a faint smile across hundreds of people. A pair of eyes sparkled and seemed to blink softly under the long eyelashes.

This moment of mischievous look caused everyone in Huashan male disciples to gasp.

All the male disciples standing next to Fang Zhongjin seemed to have their hearts stumped and couldn't beat at that moment. Everyone is wondering, did that fairy-like junior sister throw a wink at herself just now?

And the disciples standing elsewhere were even more uneasy to be amused by this mysterious smile, and no one would believe that iceberg beauty would have such a naughty and seductive side.

Among the hundreds of male disciples who were watching Lu'er closely, there was one who was Yan Junhao, who had not appeared in front of others for many days.

Because Lu'er is the personal disciple of the lady of the head, she stands on the left side of the ancestral altar with several senior sisters.

And across the wide white jade altar, Yan Junhao, as the personal heirloom of the head, stood on the other side.

Yan Junhao is taller than the other juniors, and he is much more conspicuous than others.

In the past, he was the most revered person in the Huashan Sect except for his master Qiu Songhe, who was most respected by the next generation of disciples. On weekdays, I am arrogant, and I can't get used to it.

Now, although his eyes look at the deer as beautiful as a jewel, the expression on his face is not as vigorous as before.

I saw Yan Junhao's thick eyebrows tangled together, and his complexion looked a little gray and decadent.

A pair of eyes were bloodshot, and the two rounds of blue and black under the eyes were difficult to hide, as if they hadn't slept well for a long time.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the disciples whispering from them, spreading like waves of wheat.

It turned out to be Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, who came to the sacrificial ground with the head wife and a cadre of elders.