Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard a cold snort, and when I looked up, Yu Jiarong didn't know when to return, standing next to the tree not far away, looking at herself with disdain and pride. She deliberately straightened her chest, but she was a little lacking in confidence.

Xiaoyao Valley's status in the martial arts far exceeds that of the Holy Sword Gate, Yu Jiarong's appearance is a few points more beautiful than her, martial arts want to come above her, plus Zhang Heng is an old acquaintance, Yu Changfeng has a good relationship with Du Yunshan, it seems that she wants to compete with Yu Jiarong for Zhang Heng, and the chance of winning is almost none.

Yu Jiarong sneered: "You have a lot of ideas, Mr. Du puts the overall situation first, and doesn't consider Zhang Gongzi's marriage for the time being, you just worship Zhang Gongzi as a teacher, and you can naturally approach him in the future, right?"

Feng Kexin was stunned and said, "How do you know?"

Yu Jiarong sneered: "Zhang Gongzi and I are very close friends, of course he told me. ”

When Feng Kexin heard this, she was sad and ashamed, and she couldn't help but lower her head, but then she thought: "I haven't done anything bad, why should I be ashamed?"

Yu Jiarong said: "Your idea is indeed very clever, but unfortunately, since I know, I will not let you succeed no matter what." ”

Feng Kexin said angrily: "Do you want to speak ill of me in front of Gongzi Zhang?"

Yu Jiarong sneered and said, "I'm not so despicable." Later, when he instructed me to practice, I asked him to apprentice. With our relationship, and Uncle Du's friendship with my father, do you think he will agree?"

Feng Kexin said angrily: "You, you are shameless!"

Yu Jiarong widened her eyes and said, "What, do you want to do it?"

Feng Kexin looked at her angrily for a long time, and finally snorted and turned to run. She was so angry that she didn't know how far she could run, until her legs became weak, and she stopped and sat down in front of a stone statue of Buddha, letting beads of sweat run down her cheeks and neck, soaking her clothes.

The warriors she had seen before were all high-spirited, arrogant and irritable, and they could not allow anyone to offend their dignity, even if some villagers and old people were unintentionally offended because they were lonely and unheard, they had to teach those ignorant hillbillies a lesson.

Regardless of their martial prowess, they are accustomed to being regarded as supreme by all, accustomed to the humility and fawning of others, and never consider the dignity of others. If one of the two warriors thinks that the other is more respectful, they will often provoke, which will then turn into a quarrel, and finally develop into a fight, or even death.

But Zhang Heng is different, whether it is Ming Daorong, or himself and his classmates, he can forgive him for a lot of offenses, and even help himself regardless of his previous suspicions. He is always humble and polite to others, so that others are like a spring breeze, how can such a person not be close?

Feng Kexin knew very well that after returning to the Holy Sword Gate, she spared no effort to persuade her father to assist the Five Sects, not for chivalry and relief for the common people, but to get close to this gentle and jade-like son, so she persuaded her father to let Senior Brother Zuo stay, just to ask her uncle to bring some female disciples and younger male disciples.

She didn't dare to marry Zhang Heng, but when she heard that Du Yunshan rejected all the proposers, she was still very happy. Just now, seeing that Zhang Heng was going to promise himself, he was secretly proud of the idea he came up with, but he didn't know that he killed Yu Jiarong halfway and smashed her dream.

At the same time, she also clearly realized that many girls who pursued Zhang Heng were above her regardless of background, posture or martial arts, and she was sought after by many senior brothers and brothers like a princess in the Holy Sword Gate, but here, she was no different from ordinary folk girls, and the Holy Sword Gate was not worth mentioning at all.

After sitting for a long time, the night breeze blew through the sweat-soaked clothes, a little cool, she stood up and said in her heart: "Zhang Gongzi is the dragon and phoenix among people, how can I be close to him? Forget it, don't indulge in fantasy." ”

Returned to the inn in Xingyang City, lying on his bed, his eyes closed, thoughts surging like a tide, thinking about Zhang Heng for a while, thinking of his future for a while, and thinking of his classmates for a while, after a long time, he fell asleep.

The next day, she was woken up by a quick knock on the door, looked out the window, it was already three poles old, got dressed and opened the door to see, but it was a few sisters who were good with her, one of the girls excitedly shouted: "Senior sister, Zhang Gongzi is accepting apprentices, let's take a look!"

When Feng Kexin heard this, his heart was overjoyed when he heard Xianle, and he asked again: "What you said is true?"

Another girl said, "Of course it's true." A lot of young martial artists who have no sect and no sect have gone, you hurry up, although we can't apprentice, it's good to go and see the excitement. ”

Feng Kexin thought to himself: "Zhang Gongzi wants to openly accept apprentices, won't I have another chance?" and he didn't care about washing and eating, and shouted: "Go, go, go quickly." "Push the senior sisters and sisters and go out.

A young girl said curiously: "You don't have to be in such a hurry, right? We are all disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, it is impossible to worship him as a teacher, just go and occupy a good position, and see how Zhang Gongzi selects disciples." ”

Feng Kexin ignored her, just blindly urging, and the group kept walking, and when they came to the foot of Junji Mountain, they saw many people gathered on the grass in front of the mountain at a glance. Feng Kexin hurriedly rushed to the front and squeezed in from the crowd, causing everyone to complain.

In the center of the crowd was a large open space, and two disciples of the Emperor Society were standing in the middle, one was Zhang Heng, the other was Shu Cheng, and there were thirty or so people lined up in two columns, standing behind the two. Shu Cheng was about to announce the start of the selection, Feng Kexin shouted: "Wait a minute, I will also participate in the selection!"

Shu Cheng had a relationship with her, and he still had to ask: "Dare to ask the girl's name, does she have a teacher?"

Feng Kexin took a breath and said, "My name is Feng Kexin, I am the daughter of the head of the Holy Sword Sect, and I have not been apprenticed before. ”

Last night, Yu Jiarong proposed to apprentice, but Zhang Heng did not agree immediately, but asked Du Yunshan's opinion. This matter spread out somehow, and early this morning, many people came to the door, saying that they wanted to worship Zhang Heng as a teacher.

Du Yunshan thought that he would not be able to refuse everyone's sincere requests again and again, and after some careful consideration, he decided to let Zhang Heng select a few young people with good qualifications and decent people to accept as disciples.

The battle between good and evil is a major event, and it is not advisable to make too much movement in the collection of disciples, so the Emperor Hui faction has not publicized it, and the time for everyone to sign up is also very short, from Du Yunshan's decision to the start of the selection, it has not been an hour, and the martial artists who live far away have not yet received the news at this time.