"Heh, another piece of waste is coming out. Situ Fan stood near the Xingmen Array Pavilion, watched Ning Chen's figure emerge, and snorted disdainfully.

The other disciples of the Painting Pavilion beside Situ Fan were also full of disdain, but they were a little curious, Ning Chen didn't have a blue nose and swollen face, and his clothes were not torn.

Maybe it's because Ning Chen didn't dare to break into the Xuanmen passage at all, and was scared back?

Thinking of this, the disdainful expressions of the other disciples in the painting pavilion and even the nearby ones became even heavier.

Ning Chen, who was at the door of the Xingmen Array Pavilion, naturally noticed Situ Fan's disdainful expression not far away, as well as the boos and coaxing of the disciples around him.

However, Ning Chen didn't care, his expression was as calm as water, and he didn't mean to explain anything, there was no need for this.

Xiaohua, who was standing behind the crowd, didn't care whether Ning Chen passed or not, seeing Ning Chen walking out safely, her innocent and cute little face smiled, and then she opened her calves and ran straight towards Ning Chen: "Brother in charge." ”

It's just that because he ran too fast, he accidentally scraped on Situ Fan's leg in the front row.

Turning his head slightly, when Situ Fan saw that it was the little flower of Fu Lang Pavilion, his brows furrowed slightly, since the last time Zhao Zihuai and Ning Chen had happened, the Painting Ren Pavilion could be described as suppressing Fu Lang Pavilion in every way, and he was also full of hostility towards his disciples.

"Another little waste of Fu Lang Pavilion, walking without looking at the dots, get out. ”

As he spoke, Situ Fan raised his leg and directly kicked Xiaohua aside, not treating Xiaohua, an incompletely incompletely humanized disciple, as a human being at all.

Although Situ Fan's strength is not heavy, how can a disciple in the pavilion with a fifth-layer condensation qi and a little flower who is not even a layer of condensation qi, the gap between cultivation is too big, and the thin little flower in an instant retreats more than a foot away, and then one is unstable, and sits on the ground with a butt, looking at Situ Fan with a frightened face.

Ning Chen was only less than five zhang away from Situ Fan, and Ning Chen didn't care about Situ Fan's ridicule and disdain, but bullying the poor little flower, Ning Chen's peaceful eyes moved slightly, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.

"Situ Fan, what are you doing?"

Before Ning Chen stepped forward, the grumpy little radish jumped out directly, with an angry face, pointing at Situ Fan and saying angrily.

Situ Fan glanced at the little radish slightly, with a look of contempt: "There is another clamoring waste, get away, your grandfather Situ has no time to pay attention to you." ”

The other disciples of the Painting Ren Pavilion also snorted lightly and pursed their lips, and the waste of Fu Lang Pavilion dared to shout at Senior Brother Situ, which was really unbelievable.

"Situ Fan, you really went a little too far, Xiaohua just scratched you lightly, she is still a child, as for you kicking her like this?" Qiao Qiao was also a little overwhelmed, carefully picked up Xiaohua, and looked at the scars on the little hand that were coughed out by the stones, and also had some anger.

"I'm a disciple of Ren Pavilion, what if I kick her? That's to give you Fu Lang Pavilion face. Situ Fan glanced at Qiao Qiao coldly, and said a word unreasonably, giving people the feeling that he disdained to be too entangled with this kind of unpopular pavilion.

"Yo, isn't this Bai Xinyao's sister Qiaoqiao? ”

"Wow, I didn't expect that when I grew up, I would be so beautiful, are you interested in forming a Taoist couple with my brother and me? How about my brother let you come to me to paint Renge?" The one who spoke was a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked disciple of Painting Renge, with a big bald head, named Li Yan.

And the words of this bald disciple also immediately caused a group of laughter from the disciples of Huaren Pavilion.

Qiao Qiao's face turned red in the face of such obscene words, and his face was full of anger, but there was nothing he could do, after all, Huarenge was too strong.

"Enough!" Ning Chen, who walked in steps, finally couldn't listen anymore at this moment, stood in front of Situ Fan, and said in a deep voice.

"Heh, isn't this the biggest waste of Fu Lang Pavilion? I didn't expect you to still have the face to stand in front of me, even if you reached the fifth layer of condensation, what would you do?

"I'm not a waste, it's none of your business, you can say whatever you like, but now ...... Please apologize to Xiaohua. Ning Chen stood in front of Situ Fan and said word by word, although Ning Chen had a good temper and didn't want to cause trouble, this did not mean that he had to admit that he was bullied.

"What? haha, hahaha......."

As Ning Chen's words came out, all the disciples of the Painting Ren Pavilion couldn't help but be stunned, a little unable to believe their ears, and then burst into laughter: "I haven't heard of it, just a piece of garbage, you dare to ask me to apologize for Painting Ren Pavilion, and you are not afraid to flash your tongue, phew!"

Situ Fan, who was standing in front of Ning Chen, smiled coldly when he heard Ning Chen say this, his face was full of playfulness, and then he glanced at Ning Chen contemptuously and said, "It's up to you, let me apologize, do you have the qualifications?"

"Then what if you add it?" Ning Chen finally couldn't listen anymore, took half a step forward, and then lit up the Tianqian jade pendant little by little.

"Heh, take out a jade pendant like you want to ...... Huh?" Situ Fan's expression suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and the blood on his face instantly receded, especially when he saw that the jade in Ning Chen's hand fell under the sun, exuding a different kind of brilliance, and the word "Tianqian" was clearly carved on it: "This... This is a heavenly jade pendant! How is this possible?"

The disciples of the Painting Ren Pavilion who were still coaxing just now, when they heard Situ Fan say this, they also aimed their eyes at the jade pendant in Ning Chen's hand, and as a result, the entire disciples of the Painting Ren Pavilion were silent, and everyone looked at the jade pendant in Ning Chen's hand like a statue.

Qiao Qiao and Xiao Radish standing beside Ning Chen were also stupid at this moment, they really doubted whether they were dreaming? Before, they had always mistakenly thought that Ning Chen came out so quickly, he was eliminated, and they originally wanted to comfort him, but they never expected that Ning Chen would pass the trial in the pavilion before Mu Jiuyun at such a fast speed, at this moment, Qiao Qiao only felt that his brain was blank.

Qiao Qiao naturally knew what the Tianqian disciples meant in the Demon Spirit Sect!

Once he has the status of a disciple of Tianqian, he is undoubtedly the supreme among the disciples in the pavilion, and all the disciples in the pavilion must be half a head shorter than him.

Not only that, but as Ning Chen showed up the Heavenly Jade Pendant, the brilliance shone out, and the nearby disciples also saw it, and they were even more stunned, and their eyes were about to fall out.

In their eyes before, the famous Mu Jiuyun could be said to have the status of Tianqian's disciple, but he didn't expect it, and he was preempted by a disciple who was not good-looking and famous, and he was also the weakest disciple who was considered to be the weakest before.

Such a contrast is too huge in front of everyone.

In just a few breaths, the huge Baiweng Mountain top can be described as a dead silence, so quiet that even a gust of wind can be heard clearly, the previous boos and ridicules are gone, and everyone looks at Ning Chen directly, their faces full of incredulity.

"You... Your jade pendant this day, is... It's fake, it's up to you... How could it be possible to obtain the identity of a disciple of Tianqian. It took a long time for Situ Fan to make such a sound, but his voice was already a little hoarse, and beads of sweat on his forehead had oozed out.

He also knew very well in his heart, how could the Tianqian jade pendant be so easy to imitate?

However, at the moment when Situ Fan's words just came out, and then looked at the huge Xingmen Array Pavilion, a huge jade plaque floated up, and the names of the top three trials in the pavilion were clearly printed on it, the first place was Ning Chen, and the second place was Mu Jiuyun.

"Ning Chen, could it be that thin white-robed boy?"

"How is it possible? That guy named Ning Chen would actually kill Mu Jiuyun, and he was so much ahead of Mu Jiuyun. ”

......

For a while, the top of Bai Weng Mountain, which was originally dead and silent, suddenly exploded, and the sound of such discussions was endless.

Mu Jiuyun, who was standing at the door of the Xingmen Array Pavilion, was already iron-faced, and he dared to snatch his Tianqian jade pendant, which was simply a crime!

Ning Chen didn't care about how the others reacted at all, but stared at Situ Fan with cold eyes, now Ning Chen had already regarded Qiao Qiao, Xiao Radish and Xiaohua as his family, and whoever dared to touch them was to touch Ning Chen's reverse scales.

"Now, as a disciple of Tianqian, I ask you to apologize to my little flower of Fu Lang Pavilion. Ning Chen said to Situ Fan word by word.

Situ Fan's momentum was obviously much weaker, in front of the public, if he dared to be disrespectful to Tianqian's disciples, it would be against the rules of the sect, and more importantly, many great elders were not far from here.

"I... I'm Zhao Zihuai's person, Ning Chen, don't forget, Senior Brother Zhao Zihuai......"

"Zhao Zihuai is not here now, I am a disciple of Tianqian, and my status is the highest in the entire Baiweng Mountain, now I order you to apologize! Otherwise, I have the right to punish you for the crime of disobedience!"

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