Crying and laughing, he looked at the sloppy young man in front of him, who had thought that he was another graceful and graceful jade boy when he observed the momentum, Yun Zhao looked at the cuffs covered with stubble and yellowish stains on his face, and touched his still smooth face and breathed a sigh of relief.

If these guys' cultivation is not only extraordinary, but also as bright as Qianqin's sullen slut, Yun Zhao is afraid that the pretty girl he will see in the future will have a lover in his heart, and then he remembered Xie Anshi's dead face, and patted his belly with great relief.

This high cultivation does not mean that the appearance is the same, God is still fair in the end.

Jian Shiyi, who was constantly picking vegetables, suddenly remembered something, and said silently: "Did someone say that I... Stupid?"

Yun Zhao, who was shocked, hurriedly covered the mouths of the people around him, and interrupted: "Brother Eleven, what do you want to try for the first time?"

The gloating Qianqin was gagged and couldn't open his mouth to reveal someone's crime, Jian Shiyi looked at the two people who were having fun at this time, and said calmly: "Win the championship." ”

Nanbei and Yuwentai also joined the battle, and Yun Zhao, who couldn't spare his hand, didn't think about it, and immediately picked up another sentence.

"What do you want from the hospital exam?"

"Win again. Jian Eleven chewed on the green bamboo shoots and made a popping sound.

Soon, when his hand reached for the wine jug, he said vaguely: "The Shadow Sect is going to change the Hundred Refining List, I heard that many people want to take the top spot from me..."

Qianqin, who was defending against the attack of the three people with a serious face, was stunned when he heard this, and his mind was caught in the empty gear for a moment, his armpit was caught, and he was pressed on the table and scratched.

Jian Shiyi looked at Qianqin, who was lying on the table, laughing miserably regardless of his image, and felt that this friend who had known him for many years was a little unfamiliar, and asked hesitantly: "Qianqin... I've never seen you like this..."

"What? hahahahahaha... Help, ahahaha..."The words were quickly interrupted again.

Looking at the four people in front of him, ignoring the surprised eyes around him, he frolicked together, Jian Shiyi hooked the corners of his mouth and stuffed himself with chopsticks.

If there is someone who is familiar with him, he will definitely be surprised that Jian Eleven has so many words tonight, and when he sees the scene on the table in the blink of an eye, he may sit on the ground, and the young master Qian, who is laughing and crying with his mouth wide open, is more like a fairy tale.

...

The uninterrupted whispering during the banquet soon made more and more faces full of shocked looks, not because the dragon and phoenix among the people on the list of hundred refinements jumped out of three like monkeys tonight, or the top of the list was even more moving.

The information that was constantly passed on the table focused on explaining a message about the Qinchuan Taibai Sword Sect, as one of the eight families in the world, it was different from the weird and untraceable of the Shadow Sect, and it was also different from the proud world of the Imperial Court and the Divine Court, and there was not even any one that could be compared to it.

Located in the Qinchuan Snow Peak, the Taibai Sword Sect has never selected disciples to be included in the door for hundreds of years, and the mountain gate covered by the extreme cold all the year round rarely feasts guests, and its sect has its own line of ascension to the sword, no matter how many amazing and brilliant people in each generation, there is only one person who walks out of the sect, this is the iron law of the Taibai Sword Sect to enter the WTO, and the people who come out of the sect are all called by the word sword.

Sword Eleven is not a simple title, its meaning is that the eleventh person of the Taibai Sword Sect is the eleventh person of the Taibai Sword Sect, and everyone in the world is called the Taibai Sword Idiot.

"Each generation of sword addicts enter the world to sharpen their own practice, and when they feel that the way of the sword has been successfully completed in their hearts, they will return to the sect to compose the sword righteousness after preaching for the world, and finally defend the mountain gate until death. "The north and south borrowed the moonlight to read the records of the classics in their hands.

Yun Zhao looked at the back of Jian Eleven who was fading away in the twilight, and suddenly felt a sense of loneliness in his heart, and muttered to himself: "It sounds like this, the sword idiot is not so easy to be..."

"Indeed, the meaning of the word sword idiot is to scatter all thoughts, and the sword is always the same. The Taibai Sword Sect has been preaching for the world for a hundred years, and the practice of swordsmanship is respected by Taibai. ”

When Yun Zhao handed over a puzzled gaze, Nanbei who was picking his teeth understood in his heart, pondered for a moment, and said, "The so-called preaching... The simple and straightforward way of saying is that he stands there, and then all the people with the sword are knocked down by him, then he can be regarded as a successful sermon for the world. ”

Yun Zhao remembered the sentence "stupid" that he scolded earlier, and suddenly snorted.

"It's... This is the case with every generation of sword nerds?"

"According to the book ... Not. Nanbei paused, and said in surprise: "There is a generation of sword idiots who are unwilling to return to the sect to wait for death after defeating all the sword-wielding cultivators in the world, and slip... Slipped"

Qianqin, who had originally listened to it with relish, smiled and took over the conversation: "That sword idiot is known as the most cutting-edge generation, and it is rumored that the sect master of the Taibai Sword Sect is looking forward to his return to the sect to compose the sword righteousness, but I didn't expect this highly respected sword idiot to actually go into hiding, and in addition to preaching, the future generations of sword idiots have one more task to find this person. ”

"This person is really temperamental, very heroic, I like it!"

...

No matter how noisy and boiling the banquet finally has the moment when the banquet is over, many spectators who feast their eyes tonight are very interested, and they still rush to the wine shop they often go to, in addition to venting their excess energy, they also spread the story of tonight throughout Chang'an.

Although several teenagers admired Jian Eleven's so-called "overslept and came out to find food", they quickly said goodbye to each other in the night, and it is unknown whether someone looked around for a touch of gold dress.

"The Hundred Refining List... How many locations are there?" Yun Zhao, who had been silent all the way, suddenly asked.

Since it is a list, it naturally has its limit, and the same is true of the Hundred Refining List, which is the most recognized by the younger generation.

Qian Qin quickly replied, "Hundred refinements are naturally one hundred. ”

Looking at the thoughtful face in front of him, Qian Qin naturally knew what he was thinking at this time, and said a little unbearably: "A hundred of them are all in the Forcefall Realm. ”

This sentence elaborates a lot of information, very depressing information, such as Sword Eleven is a force fall, Xie Anshi is a force fall, and he is also a force fall. However, what is more cruel and realistic is another meaning, the Hundred Refining List is nominally set up for the young talents of the initial three realms, but geniuses are everywhere, and after the force falls are all dogs, the force fall realm has become the minimum threshold for entering the list.

No matter how free and easy Yun Zhao was when he said the four words of not being able to practice at the banquet, no one would believe that he really didn't care about cultivation, especially when Yu Wentai could take a head guarantee, this bastard would definitely go crazy if he wanted to open his pulse to practice.

Qianqin couldn't help but think of the watchtower in Huben Military Town, and then glanced at the young man with an indifferent face at this time, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

"I'm going to be on the list. The sound drifted far away over the empty streets.

"And then take the lead. Several of his peers stopped, and Yuwentai even began to tremble in his calves.

The words at this time are somewhat similar to the content of the previous Sword Eleven, but the meaning of the representation is very different, the former is more like a declaration, as if winning the championship is to pick up a piece of rubble and take a walk in the courtyard of their own house, while the latter is also a kind of declaration, announcing the tragic beginning of the other three.

What happened on the school field of Huben Military Town was not wonderful, at least no one wanted to try that kind of miserable body refining cultivation anymore, it was self-torture rather than cultivation, so the pace of Qianqin and others invariably accelerated.

Yun Zhao, who has been in Chang'an's Gentle Township for the past few days, although he never cares about the so-called sour and rotten truth, or the sins in the blood that keeps dripping from the tip of the knife.

But he has never forgotten those people in Chengping, and naturally he has not forgotten what to do in practice, about those childhood obsessions and dreams, he still owes Li Huaide a book, and relied on a few taels of silver from Chu Fatzi...

Since I owe so much and promised so much, one day I have to go back in a glamorous and dignified manner, and tell those buns loudly how warped the girl's buttocks can be, and how fast Lao Tzu's murderous knife can be, this is called ability!

Yun Zhao caught a dead leaf that had fallen and smashed it into a mass of debris and sprinkled it in the air.

...

Qian Qin, who was looking around and sneaking into the door to unlock the door and was about to sneak into the house, was grabbed by a hand, Yun Zhao quickly knelt down and hugged his thigh, and wailed: "Brother Qian'er, help me!"

The action is smooth and done in one go.

"Why do you catch me every time!" Qianqin swept into the courtyard and the other two closed their respective doors with lightning speed, shaking their heads helplessly and sighing.

"It's not the right time to be born!"

“......”

"Brother Gan, you are talking!"

"Please, kill me!"