Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 371 Well, I don't have an appointment

This Nima!
Embarrassing.

"Master, I have an idea, I wonder if it is feasible?"

At this moment, a wry smile suddenly appeared on the thoughtful Han Long's face.

Obviously.

The method he is about to say is shocking and far beyond everyone's imagination.

……

soon.

Three days have passed.

During these three days, many Tianjiao were selected by the elders who liked her and became disciples.

And some people with less talent lament the injustice of fate in their rooms every day.

They deeply understand that if no elder chooses them to become disciples in the next two days, they will face two choices.

The first one to choose others is to wave his hand without taking away a cloud, and directly choose to leave Hanjialing.

Although this approach is very handsome.

However, it is considered a huge opportunity lost, which is hard to accept.

Another option is to become a handyman disciple of Hanjialing.

There will be some weaker elders who will guide them intensively.

Of course, although this kind of guidance is not a show, but the elders who can guide them are limited in strength, so it is simply impossible to fly from a low-level handyman to the sky.

It is an honor to be able to come to Hanjialing, who would like to leave here?

Therefore, they have already prepared for the worst and become the handyman disciples here.

From Tianjiao who came here with a gold medal in hand, he became a handyman disciple directly. This kind of gap is indeed huge.

However, they have no choice.

To their surprise, until now no one is willing to regard Ying Zige as their disciple.

It can be regarded as giving them some small balance and comfort in their hearts.

They even have an illusion that they will not be reduced to servant disciples.

The reason why they were not selected was because their talents were too high. Those elders thought that they could not guide them with their own strength, so they left them.

The evidence is that the talent shown by Ying Zige should be very high, but he was not selected.

So the fantasy in their hearts became more and more intense.

But the reason in their hearts told them that this was nothing more than an illusion.

Therefore, many people are frowning and sighing every day.

On the other hand, Ying Zige should eat and drink.

From time to time, with his frowning entourage, he wandered in the Hanjialing with his head held high.

However, the places that he passed the most were the places where the female disciples practiced their exercises.

And every time, when this kid appeared, there would be bursts of screams.

No matter how dignified and cold those female disciples are, when they see this kid, their cheeks are slightly flushed, and there are circles of autumn waves in their eyes.

But this kid stared at these female disciples with a smirk without shame, and from time to time aroused the resentment of the elders who guided these female disciples.

Even later, they directly changed the place where these female disciples practiced the exercises, avoiding this kid.

As for Ying Zige, after wandering around doing nothing for the past few days, he finally had a great change in Han Jialing.

[Unfathomable, unfathomable. 】

[Everyone who can enter here can be regarded as a genius.Even if you pick out a handyman disciple at random, you can defeat a hundred with one. 】

[If these people can join our Great Qin Army, our Great Qin Army will surely be able to sweep across the world, unrivaled, and greatly expand this territory to cover the entire world. 】

[There are also these female disciples... I seriously doubt that the elders of Hanjialing are beauty control.Each one is so tender and tender, it is simply unstoppable. 】

[There are also these pavilions in Hanjialing, which are comparable to my Daqin Palace. 】

[Plus thousands of disciples.It's no wonder that I have to put my big Qianchao in my eyes. 】

Ying Zige was amazed, he had trampled almost every inch of Hanjialing in the past few days.

Of course, except for some so-called forbidden areas.

These forbidden places include the Sutra Pavilion, the Alchemy Pavilion, the Shenbing Pavilion, and other forbidden places such as temples.

However, Ying Zige was not interested in these places, the only thing he was interested in was his bedroom.

Don't say it yet.

Although the bedroom was very simple, the bed was extremely comfortable.

After wandering around, he will return to his room, lie down comfortably, and carry out the great spirit of lying down without doing anything to the end.

……

this day.

martial arts field.

The sun is shining brightly.

"Thirteen sons."

At this moment, an extremely cold voice caught Ying Zige's attention.

"So this is the thirteenth son? It seems nothing more than that."

At the same time, there was another soft voice, but there was deep disdain in this voice.

【Um? 】

Ying Zige became interested immediately, and squinted to look in the direction of the voice.

The first voice was not necessary to him, but it would be rude not to pay attention to the person who made the second voice.

"hiss!"

next second.

Ying Zige took a deep breath, and his pupils constricted for a while.

I saw a man and a woman floating in the air.

The male's Fengshen is like jade, very handsome, and there is a cold aura in his sword eyes, Fang Ruo is like a star shining.

The woman next to him has a graceful figure and is absolutely stunning. On her face that seems to be smiling but not smiling, there seems to be a disastrous temperament for the country and the people, which made Ying Zi's heart skip a beat.

As for the ordinary Hanjialing disciples who followed behind them, one by one with long swords, they naturally couldn't catch Ying Zige's eyes at this moment.

【Hey!These two people really look extraordinary, although they look very kind, but their eyes are sharp. 】

[The visitor is not good? 】

【I see.Isn't this the routine of online novels? 】

[When there is a person with amazing talent who can overwhelm the heroes in the sect, there must be some arrogant people in the sect who will come to challenge. 】

[As for the reason, it doesn't matter at all, it seems to be directly given to the protagonist to slap the face and pretend to be aggressive. 】

Ying Zige understood immediately.

These two are freshly baked cannon fodder.

"Young Master Thirteen, I heard that you have a deep understanding of swordsmanship. If you guess correctly, your swordsmanship must be amazing."

"I, Han Yumo, come to ask for advice..."

The man smiled slightly, with an incomparably magnetic voice, like a protagonist in a martial arts novel.

It can be said to have an outstanding temperament.

"I don't want to make an appointment."

Ying Zige shook his head decisively and refused directly.

Han Yumo?
The ink is black, and the cannon fodder is also black.

The hint seemed to stick directly to the face.

"No appointment? Young Master Thirteen, can I finish my sentence?"

Han Yumo frowned, suddenly upset.

You refused before I finished speaking?

What about your manners?
(End of this chapter)