Qingyun Disciple

() The next day, it was the written test between Zhang Xiaofan and Chaoyang Peak Chu Yuhong, Yun Mo went around the arena with fellow brothers and sisters, and finally walked to the "Zhen" stage.

Chu Yuhong hadn't arrived yet, only Zhang Xiaofan stood on the stage with empty and dazed eyes.In the audience, there was only one audience, Zeng Shushu, who came to cheer for him, and the rest were Chaoyang Peak disciples whispering about Zhang Xiaofan.Yun Mo naturally heard what they were talking about, walked to Zeng Shushu's side in displeasure, and coughed.

The audience was quiet, and all Chaoyang Peak disciples looked at Yun Mo who was talking to Zeng Shushu in amazement, not daring to make a sound. The stomp yesterday really touched the hearts of all Chaoyang Peak disciples.

The bell rang, Chu Yuhong flew onto the stage, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to have just recovered from his distracted state, looked down the stage, his eyes lit up when he saw Yun Mo here.Yun Mo nodded to him, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to gain strength from his smile, and nodded vigorously.

The two people on the stage first saluted each other, Zhang Xiaofan was not deeply involved in the world, a few truths made everyone in Chaoyang Peak laugh, even Zeng Shushu smiled.

After a few words of politeness, Chu Yuhong held up the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, and smiled as if he had a plan in mind: "The name of the sword is "Shaoyang", Junior Brother Zhang please. "

Zhang Xiaofan hesitated for a while, finally took out his black fire stick from his bosom slowly.

Both on and off the stage laughed together, Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head, his face was flushed, he couldn't say a word, he just silently endured the contempt and ridicule from all directions.

There was a faint blue light overflowing from the fire stick, but it was barely visible under the light of Shaoyang Sword on the opposite side, but Zhang Xiaofan felt the familiar coldness wandering in his body, and he took a last look at the stick that gave him hope and brought him hope. The fire stick who came to laugh, remembered what Ye Yunmo said that day, and rushed out.

The worst thing is to die on this platform. Is there anything worse?

Yun Mo was agitated, his spiritual sense was as sharp as his, and he felt endless violence at this moment, as if the figure on the stage was not the cowardly and timid little junior, but a demon who came from ancient times along the time tunnel .

Suddenly, there was some heartache. What kind of state of mind would a person be in to erupt such a huge power.

Zhang Xiaofan took his ugly fire stick and instantly submerged in the huge sun-like radiance emitted by Shaoyang Sword.

"Okay!" The Chaoyang Peak disciples in the audience were overjoyed and applauded triumphantly.It's just that these things spread to Yunmo's ears, but they were so harsh.

"Senior Brother Zeng, how about we make a bet? I bet our seventh son can defeat that Chu Yuhong with just one move." Yun Mo's voice was not loud, and could not reach the stage to warm Zhang Xiaofan who was fighting alone , but it was enough for the surrounding Chaoyang Peak disciples to glare at him.

Zeng Shushu didn't have time to answer, only heard Chu Yuhong's roar on the stage, the Shaoyang Immortal Sword rose from the sky, the light dissipated immediately, and Zhang Xiaofan's figure appeared.

And Chu Yuhong seemed to be seriously injured, he backed away again and again, a moment later, under the surprised eyes of everyone, blood gushed out from all seven orifices on his face at the same time, he stretched out his right hand tremblingly and pointed at Zhang Xiaofan, as if he wanted to say something, But no matter what, he couldn't speak.

After a while, he swayed a few times, fell to the ground with a bang, and passed out.

There was silence on and off the stage, everyone looked at each other, only Yun Mo snorted coldly.

Not to mention that the disciples from Chaoyang Peak rushed up to rescue Chu Yuhong, Zeng Shushu thought for a moment, then asked softly, "The man you mentioned that day at the Big Bamboo Peak is Junior Brother Zhang."

Yun Mo patted him on the shoulder: "Don't tell others."

In the subsequent competitions, although the disciples of the Dazhu Peak lineage had improved, they were gradually eliminated one by one. In the end, only Zhang Xiaofan, Tian Linger and Song Daren were still not eliminated.

Here Lu Xueqi and Tian Linger are flying up and down, while Zhang Xiaofan is holding the black fire stick tightly in his hand: "Senior Brother Peng, please let go!"

Yun Mo stood alone among the disciples of Fenghui Peak, he couldn't understand Zhang Xiaofan's state of mind at the moment, and he couldn't change the decision of all his disciples to cheer for Tian Linger, he just stood here silently, looking at that one who was a little thin, forever A figure that looks extremely lonely.

One person, one fire stick, facing the whole world!

Peng Chang had already received Zeng Shushu's advice, knowing that although the junior brother in front of him looked weak, he was a rare and formidable opponent, so he didn't dare to trust him immediately, so he used his magic weapon with all his strength.

There was thunderous applause, and the audience of "Qian" was a completely different world.Everyone was shouting loudly, obsessed with the two beautiful figures on the stage.

Yun Mo helped Zhang Xiaofan, who was covered in smoke, scorched and blackened, to separate the crowd, Tian Buyi and his wife, who had been attracted by the movement of the crowd, turned around and happened to see them. The moment their eyes met, they both frowned.

The two walked in front of Tian Buyi, Tian Buyi looked at the disciple he ignored the most on weekdays, and saw his incomprehensible stubbornness, but suddenly a burst of uncontrollable anger surged in his heart, this anger was so strong that As for his anger, although he tried his best to suppress it, everyone could still hear his anger: "Old Qi, which guy hurt you so much, isn't it enough to win?"

"No, Master." Zhang Xiaofan tried his best just to take a look at the charming figure on the stage who was thinking about it day and night, and at the same time see the anger on that fat face, and a hint of concern , finally couldn't hold it anymore, tried to smile and said: "I won."

Tian Buyi hugged the unconscious Zhang Xiaofan and left here.

It was night, Zhang Xiaofan was inevitably interrogated after waking up, knowing that stealing exercises is a taboo in his sect, but he never confessed Tian Linger, just lowered his head like that: "The disciple is unworthy, please master Punishment!"

"Pfft" hit him hard on the chest like mountains and seas, Zhang Xiaofan knocked down heavily on the wall, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

Yun Mo saw all this but didn't intervene, he naturally had a way to dissolve the blood on Zhang Xiaofan's chest, but he didn't do it.Since it is inevitable that Tian Linger privately taught him the formula will be found out, it is better to save this slap to make Tian not easy to vent his anger.Seeing that both Tian and Su left the room, Yun Mo walked over and hugged Zhang Xiaofan to the bed to lie down: "Little brother, don't hate Master in your heart. He has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and the force of that sleeve robe was just intentional. In order to vibrate the meridians in your chest, so that the congestion accumulated in your chest can be forced out of your body, but it is for your own good."

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and fell into a deep sleep.