[A big pot of rice for the disciples of Sword City, don't look at me, I also eat this]

[Thank you to all the children's shoes who voted for the recommendation]

Today's Mojian Mountain is unusually lively, with more than 200 new disciples and more than 50 foundation building disciples all gathered on Mojian Mountain.

The two hundred disciples all looked at the three elders in the air with serious expressions.

"In this year's three-year competition, we will change the rules set in the past, it is no longer an immutable competition with the same sect, what we need in Sword City is not a weak disciple who will only compete with the same sect, this time, your combat object is an evil cultivator, and only outstanding disciples who have experienced the battle of life and death are worthy of being called disciples of Sword City. Ke Jinghong was dressed in black, standing in the air, and his face was very serious.

Immediately, more than 200 new disciples were in an uproar, such a thing had never been encountered before.

But there are still many disciples who are excited, after all, in the eyes of these rookies, it is much better to fight with evil cultivators, which is immutable and has many rules.

Of course, there are also people who are very worried, afraid that they will be injured in the battle with evil cultivators or something, in short, Ke Jinghong said a word, and the disciples below reacted strangely.

"Hold the grass, it's so powerful, we're going to kill the demons?"

"Hold the grass, I'm so excited to hear you say that. ”

"Hold the grass, what is the evil cultivator?"

Suddenly, the two people in front looked at the third person and coughed dryly: "We don't know either." ”

Lin Feng looked at the three living treasures in front of him and held his forehead for a while.

Later, Ke Jinghong's explanation, Lin Feng knew that after all, he came up with the idea, but the following link to find teammates was what Lin Feng valued the most.

"Disciples who have passed the third round of the competition, please stand in front. Ke Jinghong looked at the many disciples and said slowly.

Suddenly, in the crowd, thirteen people walked out slowly.

"I ordered thirteen of you to be the leader, and each of you led a team of disciples to go down the mountain to clean up. Ke Jinghong immediately assigned.

The thirteen people who were called, except for Lin Feng, were all surprised, they didn't expect to be the team leader themselves, after all, there were so many foundation building disciples there, and they didn't let the foundation building disciples be the team leaders, and even let some new disciples be the team leaders, which was a bit unexpected.

"Each person formed a team of no more than twenty people, and set off immediately, and the other one-star disciples listened to the order, in a group of ten people, formed a team of their own, responsible for support, and the surrounding new disciple team. Ke Jinghong shook his hand and said lightly.

One-star disciples refer to foundation building disciples, and disciples with only one star on their sleeves are called one-star disciples.

Those with two stars on their clothes are the elders of the outer gate, and the three stars are the elders of the inner gate, of course, the ten elders do not have the number of stars that represent their identity, and each of them has an elder token in their hands.

As the team leader, Lin Feng immediately had a jade slip in his hand.

"The jade slip marks the place you want to go, don't leave easily, the area where you are located, otherwise, the support team will probably not be able to take care of you. The kind Seventh Elder said lightly.

"This mission is dangerous, I hope everyone is united, I don't want to wait for you to come back and see you missing arms and legs. Ke Jinghong couldn't say any words of encouragement in his mouth, and said dryly.

Suddenly, many disciples showed worried expressions on their faces, and it could be heard from Ke Jinghong's words that the task this time was not so simple.

Ke Jinghong looked at Yubai, wanting to ask her if she had anything to say.

Yu Bailang laughed and shouted: "I only have one word for you, never forget, you are disciples of Sword City, there are no cowards in Sword City!

Yubai's words were deafening, and all the disciples present felt the pride in this sentence.

Some of the disciples who were still hesitating gritted their teeth, straightened their chests, and looked firmly at the three elders in the air.

The momentum of the two hundred new disciples was instantly twisted into a rope, and a wave of arrogance rose to the sky.

But whoever can embark on the path of cultivating immortals, who is not the proud son of the sky, not to mention that they are still a group of newcomers who have just cultivated immortals, and the arrogance in their hearts is the most immature and powerful.

"We are Sword City disciples!" Everyone has a sentence in their hearts, and this sentence is faith.

Even if the glory of Sword City is no longer there, this arrogance will not change.

Those foundation building disciples looked at the arrogant new disciples, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, they had already experienced polishing, knew the danger of cultivating immortals, and knew how to rein in their edge, but at this moment, seeing such a group of vigorous junior brothers and sisters, their hearts couldn't help but be infected.

"We are also Sword City disciples. The Zhuji disciple who was standing at the front hammered his chest and laughed.

"Sword City builds the foundation and tops the golden pill!, have you forgotten this sentence?" the other disciple also slapped his chest and said with a smile.

"Remember, how can you forget. The Zhuji disciple behind him chuckled.

"The three years of depression have actually made us lose our pride. The Zhuji disciples led by him looked at the new disciples who were full of ambition and smiled lightly.

"Let's also show these new disciples the demeanor of our predecessors. The foundation building disciple who was standing in the first place said with a smile.

At this time, Ke Jinghong also looked at the Zhuji disciples, and with a wave of his hand, five pieces of jade were instantly distributed to the leader of the Zhuji disciples.

On the jade slip, the scope of each aid team that needs to be taken care of is recorded.

"Xiao Dai must live up to the prestige of Sword City!"

"Zhou Yuan must live up to the prestige of Sword City!"

"Yu Hong (Lan Yu) (Yu Mo) must live up to the prestige of Sword City!"

The Zhuji disciples all pressed one hand to their chests and shouted loudly in unison.

"Sword City is evergreen!"

Suddenly, the arrogance of more than two hundred new disciples was suppressed by this shout, and the foundation building disciples instantly became the brightest focus in the entire Sword Grinding Mountain.

Different from the arrogance of new disciples, this is an unwavering faith, a kind of pride in the sect from the heart.

I haven't heard that in a long time. Seventh Elder Ling Shanchuan looked at the same high-spirited foundation disciple and said with a sigh.

Lin Feng looked at the Zhuji disciples, and then looked at the new disciples who were still a little unconvinced, and rejoiced in his heart, this is the family that Lin Feng wants the most, although there is a small struggle inside, but the whole big family is united outwardly.

Although the situation of Sword City seems to be a little bad now, and even some small minions and evil cultivators dare to come to the door to find fault, Lin Feng believes that with such a group of newcomers, Sword City will one day stand at the top of Kyushu again.

"Now look for your own team leader, and the number of people in each team must not exceed twenty. Ke Jinghong nodded, and said in a soothing tone.

Suddenly, the disciples below were all surging purposefully.

However, Lin Feng, who was excited, suddenly encountered an extremely embarrassing thing.

"Damn, do you have humanity, even if you don't like me, take care of my face. Lin Feng held his head, knelt directly on his knees, and roared in pain.

Obviously, there was no one behind Lin Feng, that is, no disciple who was ready to follow Lin Feng.

After all, Lin Feng's reputation is so stinky that no one wants to follow Lin Feng.

Yu Ruo was held in Lan Lan's arms, helplessly watched Lin Feng kneel on the ground, hugged his head and asked Cangtian, and whispered: "Senior Brother Lin Feng, you can't blame me, Senior Sister Lan Lan has to ask me to come over." ”

【Ask for Recommendation】