With a single hand, Qin Ziyang took the magic weapon that Senior Brother Zeng threw over casually, and kicked it on Senior Brother Zeng's chest with a kick, kicking him to the ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Ah, Senior Brother Zeng, are you okay......"

"Oh, Senior Brother Zeng, you have overwhelmed me, hurry up and ......"

There are sect elders in the Magic Weapon Pavilion who have a ban here, and the juniors in the Qi cultivation period cannot use the slightest spiritual power here, which is also to prevent someone from secretly stealing the magic weapons here with storage bags.

"The kid is looking for death!" Senior Brother Zeng roared angrily, and he wanted to rush towards Qin Ziyang.

But he had already prepared, and he was unforgiving, and kicked Senior Brother Zeng before he could stand firmly.

"Poof", this time Senior Brother Zeng even fell to the ground with Wang Hu, and he couldn't get up for a while.

Qin Ziyang pounced again, holding the magic weapon that Senior Brother Zeng had just thrown over in his hand and slashed at him with his head and face.

"Oops...... Stop it, you stinky boy!"

"Oh, come on!"

“...... Someone's going to kill someone, come on!"

Wang Zhuang and Lin Cao'er looked at each other, not knowing what to do, they had never seen such a scoundrel cultivator when they were so old.

Only Wang Hu, who got up from the ground in embarrassment, ran towards the door, apparently preparing to call someone.

Before he could run out of the gate, the door of the Magic Weapon Pavilion was pushed open, and Wang Dongming and the other two disciples of the Magic Weapon Pavilion walked in together.

"What's going on......"

", stinky boy, let go of Senior Brother Zeng......"

The two of them yelled in unison and ran towards this direction.

Wang Dongming, who entered the Magic Weapon Pavilion, was stunned, and saw that the two people next to him were about to run towards that side, and his right foot subconsciously stretched out.

"Poof", the disciple of the Magic Weapon Pavilion on his right was directly tripped by him, and he lay on the ground in embarrassment and hummed.

"Wang Dongming, what are you doing......"

The other Magic Weapon Pavilion disciple was furious, and before he could react, he kicked him again.

Soon, in the dignified Shuangling Peak Magic Weapon Pavilion, five figures were torn together, and strange cries came out from time to time.

There were two little children standing next to each other stupidly, not knowing what to do.

"Stop it all for the old man!" Suddenly, an angry roar broke the chaos in the Magic Pavilion, and I saw an old man in gray appear at the door of the Magic Pavilion, and a gray horse practice flashed, separating the five people who were scuffling together.

It can be used inside the Dharma Pavilion, and it will not be affected by the prohibition of the Dharma Pavilion at all, and the foundation building period!

"I've seen Uncle Shi. The first to get up was Qin Ziyang, who was the first to strike, and I saw that his clothes were a little tattered all over his body, and there were some footprints on his body, and the whole person was not very embarrassed.

Next is the tall Wang Dongming, but he is a little embarrassed, in addition to his clothes are tattered, his face is also a little red.

But the three people in the Magic Weapon Pavilion were a little miserable, and their bodies and faces were full of scars. Especially Senior Brother Zeng, who has several big bags on his head, and some residual blood at the corners of his mouth.

"What the hell is going on here!" The person who came was Sun Poyu, a foundation building monk in the Shuangling Peak of the Qingyang Sect, who needed a potion for alchemy, and was going to the mountain medicine field to pick an elixir when he found a child shouting and screaming underground, and then he discovered the chaos in the magic pavilion.

"Uncle Hui, my disciple is one of the new disciples of this class, and he was ordered to come here to receive the magic weapon. However, Senior Brother Zeng, who guarded this place, actually asked his disciple for a bribe, and the disciple was embarrassed when the disciple chose the Dharma weapon. In the end, this person took the lead in sneaking up on the disciple for some reason, and the disciple was not angry before he rose up to resist!"

"In this matter, Senior Brother Wang Zhuang and the other three can testify for their disciples!"

"Fart!" Senior Brother Zeng, who was still paralyzed on the ground, scolded and cried aggrievedly: "Uncle Sun, it's all this kid who sneaked up on me, you see my nephew and nephew ......"

"Shut up!" Sun Po said angrily, he also knew that these low-level disciples were tired, every time a new disciple entered, this kind of thing would happen more or less, and there was a scandal in the previous two sessions where a new disciple was accidentally beaten to death by an old disciple.

This kind of thing is an unspoken rule that everyone knows, but it must not be said next year. Once someone pokes it out, everyone's face is not good-looking.

These foundation building elders, who are now in high positions, were also the beneficiaries of these unspoken rules back then!

But now it seems that this time it was the new disciple who won.

"Wang Dongming, tell me what happened?" Sun Poyu turned to Wang Dongming and asked.

"Elder Hui, this matter is like this, the disciple led the new disciples Qin Ziyang, Wang Zhuang and the other four to come to receive the magic weapon...... "He is a disciple of the Spirit Pill Pavilion, and this Sun Po is the elder of the Spirit Pill Pavilion!"

"Wait a minute, you said this person is Qin Ziyang?" Sun Poyu interrupted Wang Dongming's words, pointed at Qin Ziyang and asked.

Wang Dongming was stunned for a moment, but he nodded quickly and said, "Yes, this person defeated the three Qin Ziyang who were scattered cultivators in the entrance assessment. ”

"Well, you can continue......" Sun Poyu nodded and motioned for Wang Dongming to continue.

These casual cultivators didn't know Qin Ziyang's identity, but as an elder of the Spirit Pill Pavilion of Shuangling Peak, he knew that this Qin Ziyang was not only a member of the Qin family in Wolong City, but also a person who was personally guaranteed by Hongxi Peak Master Zhang Hongxi Ancestor and handed over to his uncle to enter Shuangling Peak to practice.

Therefore, this Qin Ziyang is in Shuangling Peak, but his heels are in Hongxi Peak! If you want to punish him, you must get the consent of your own ancestor and Zhang Hongxi ancestor!

Wang Dongming quickly explained the ins and outs of this matter, but he lightly skimmed his own kick, only saying that he couldn't see Senior Brother Zeng and the other three bullying a new disciple, and he was beaten by someone just after a few persuasions.

Sun Poyu, who had already had a plan in his heart, immediately snorted coldly and said, "Zeng Jian, can the three of you know your mistakes? If you insult your fellow disciples and fight in private, you will have to go to the punishment pavilion!"

"Uncle Shi, the disciple is wronged, it's Wang Dongming who ......" The monk who was tripped by Wang Dongming wanted to say something, but was immediately pulled by Zeng Jian, who had an ugly face, and said: "Uncle Hui, the disciples and others are fascinated and are willing to accept punishment. ”

"Senior brother, it's obviously ......"

"Shut up!" Zeng Jian stopped his junior brother's words with a look, he had already guessed from Uncle Sun Poyu's previous face that this Qin Ziyang's identity might not be ordinary, so he swallowed this evil breath.

"Since you have pleaded guilty, then get up. I will inform the Punishment Pavilion of this matter, and I will personally inform Senior Brother Yang Yaxiu when he returns. ”

Yang Yaxiu, a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and an elder of the Dharma Pavilion. A month ago, he borrowed a secret order from the sect and set off for another place with several other Zhuji elders, but he has not returned.

"Uncle Xie!" Zeng Jianqiang endured the anger in his heart and arched his hand.

"By the way, Senior Nephew Qin, have you chosen your magic weapon, if you haven't chosen it yet, the old man ...... here"

"Uncle Hui, Senior Brother Qin's magic weapon has been chosen, and he is holding it in his hand!" Zeng Jian said next to him with a resentful face.

Sure enough, everyone found that Qin Ziyang was indeed holding something that looked like a magic weapon in his hand. It looked like a thigh bone of some kind of demon beast, fan-shaped, with potholes on it, and a few holes that had obviously just been knocked out.

This thigh-bone-like magic weapon was the magic weapon that Zeng Jian picked up from the shelf and attacked Qin Ziyang before.

"Uncle Shi, this magic weapon is ......" Wang Dongming hurriedly explained, the magic weapon is so tattered that it can't be used at all!

"Hmph, Uncle Shi, my Dharma Artifact Pavilion stipulates that as long as the Dharma Artifact leaves the storage cabinet for a cup of tea, it means that this Dharma Artifact has been selected. ”

"This matter ......" Sun Po was also a little embarrassed, this magic weapon really can't be used if it is broken like this, but the magic weapon pavilion does have this provision, and he is not good at acting on his behalf.

"Uncle Shi. My magic weapon has indeed been chosen, and it is this magic weapon!" In everyone's surprise, Qin Ziyang said this sentence calmly.

Secretly, the hand holding this magic weapon couldn't help but tighten by three points.