I Just Won’t Play by the Book

"Ben Lei Zong Shen Lian."

　　 "Xiewangwu Tu Sanchuan!"

"please."

"kill!"

　　 On the ring, the two disciples each pulled out their spears behind their backs to fight each other.

After being so troubled by Yin Jianghong before, Guan Shi’an had no intention of organizing the birthday banquet. He directly re-planned the Yingjie meeting process. Originally, he wanted to change the name together, but with Yin Jianghong’s insistence, he finally retained Yingjie. The name of the Youth Club.

"what!"

　　 Hearing a scream, Shen Lian, who was stabbed in his left shoulder, knelt on the ground, helplessly admit defeat.

　　 "Xiewangwu Tu Sanchuan wins."

　　 Following the slightly helpless voice of the referee.

　　 There was a burst of cheers from the disciple of the demon teaching.

　　 "You played beautifully! Sanchuan brother is too good!"

　　 "Brother Tu, I'll keep the door for you tonight~"

　　 "Hahaha, I will leave the door for you too."

　　 "Go! You rough guy don't disgust me."

　　……

　　 Compared with the laughter and laughter of the demon cult disciples, the decent disciples are bleak.

　　 "How could this happen...Senior Brother Shen was also defeated."

　　 and the only response to this sentence was silence.

　　 It's not that the decent disciples can't afford to lose so much, but after two days of competition, the decent side has been losing more and winning less, and several disciples who were given expectations have all lost.

"Oh, it seems that our Demon Cult won the marksmanship ring here. Accepting the transfer, hey, Sect Master Guan, wouldn't your decent disciple lose because we are the guests and let us? No need. Our demons are a little embarrassed to win."

　　 On the high platform, Yin Jianghong said to Guan Shian with a smile on his face.

　　 Guan Shian thought that Yin Jianghong must have come prepared, but what he thinks is that Yin Jianghong must have a bigger plan to implement, so he secretly asked the elders in the sect and all the white fans to go out and investigate.

　　 However, after two days of the test, Guan Shian found that Yin Jianghong had no other plans at all, but he brought his proud disciple from his tutor to slap them in the face.

　　 After two days of competitions, decency is simply suppressed in all directions, and even several competitions are defeated to the end, and there is no decent disciple who can advance to the next round.

　　 This makes him very embarrassed, but he can't figure out why this is the case. It stands to reason that the Demon Cult is not better than their decent in terms of resources and reputation. Why is the younger generation taught so powerful!

Seeing Guan Shian not speaking, Yin Jianghong didn't mean to stop, and continued to talk: "Sect Master Guan is angry? There are always winners and losers. We win this time, and you lose next time. normal."

　　 Guan Shi’an took a deep breath, looked ahead and said, “Master Yin, it’s not always certain who laughs until the end.”

　　 "Of course, it's just that our magic cult advocates timely enjoyment. If you win now, you can enjoy it now. It will not be too late if you lose later."

　　 Guan Shi'an stopped talking after listening, and looked at another ring.

　　 On the other side, Jiang Beiran won the opponent and went to the competition arena, and found that the decent disciple was the same as yesterday, and it was difficult to win.

　　 Although Jiang Beiran never thought that decent would lose so badly, he still understood why it was like this.

　　 The "recruitment channels" are too different.

　　 A large part of the upright disciples are family children from the counties and counties in the middle of Fengzhou. These disciples not only have a good foundation, but can also provide contacts for the sect, which is simply perfect.

　　As for the Demon Cult, many of the people who joined are children from the poorest families or orphans. Most of them are not as qualified as the children of the big family, but they can't stand the large number.

　　 If the decent elite disciple is one in a hundred, then the elite disciple of the Demon Cult is one in a thousand.

　　 The probability of being a genius out of a hundred people and the probability of being a genius out of 10,000 people can know which one is higher without thinking.

　　 If Decent continues to be superstitious about family disciples, and ignores the "mud legs" in their eyes, the gap between this new generation will continue to grow.

　　‘If you think about it this way, it’s good to be slapped with decentness. My plan will have a chance to go live. "But Jiang Beiran sighed just after thinking about it," but the trouble is that the purpose of these demons must be more than that. ’

　　 Amidst the sighs of the major decent disciples, another day passed the test day, and fewer and fewer decent disciples survived the tests.

　　 At night, the decent disciples who had not been eliminated were gathered in a banquet hall. Jiang Beiran glanced a little and found that there were only more than 60 people left...

　　 ‘This is almost annihilated...’

　　 On the main table, the sect masters were all solemn expressions. At this time, they were not worried about what evil plans Yin Jianghong was brewing, but worried about where their old faces should be put after they were completely lost tomorrow.

For Guan Shi’an, who has a good face, rearrangement, and love to show off, the two days passed by will highlight a torment. A good "show show" has just turned into a "face fight", which makes him totally unable to accept.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the banquet hall became more and more depressed, Guan Shian stood up with a wine glass and said to the disciples on the other table: "The new generation of demon sect disciples do have amazing strength. We must admit this, but in this way In the fierce confrontation, you won, and I believe you can continue to maintain such a winning attitude and continue to win to the end."

　　 "In addition, in order to inspire all the disciples present, whether it is a contest or a competition, as long as they can win the first prize, this seat will reward him with five additional middle-grade spirit stones."

　　 The disciples present immediately stood up and clawed their hands after hearing this: "I'll wait until I will do my best! Win the first place!"

　　 five middle-grade spirit stones! This is a wealth they can't imagine.

Of course, not every disciple is so excited. If it were changed to a few days ago, then Wu Qingce might be surprised, but after attending the auction with the brother, he has no feeling for the five middle-grade spirit stones. After all, the cheapest item that day cost fifteen middle-grade spirit stones.

　　 "Hey~ five medium-grade spirit stones, I heard it too~" Yin Jianghong suddenly pushed open the door of the banquet hall and shouted, still holding a greasy roast leg of lamb in his hand.

　　 Guan Shian, who had been so annoyed by him for the past two days, almost smashed the glass in his hand, took a deep breath and said, "Is there anything wrong with the Yin leader?"

"I'm here to thank Sect Master Guan. I taught my disciples with so many good wines and dishes, which really moved the deity. In addition, I would like to ask if I teach my disciple to win the championship, will it cost me five yuan? Pin Lingshi as a reward?"

　　 Forcibly resisting the urge to curse, Guan Shian replied: "This is what I personally motivated my disciple, not a prize."

　　 "Don't see things like this, it's all a family, what are the points..."

　　 "Who is with your family! If it's okay, please go out, Master Yin, I have something to say to these disciples."

After taking a bite of the roast leg of lamb, Yin Jianghong did not retreat and said, "Don’t rush me away. I haven’t thanked you yet. You see if you lose, you still have to invite us to dinner. I am really grateful. ."

　　 Seeing that Yin Jianghong is going to be disgusting again, Guan Shian, who knew that he could not drive him away, could only say to the other sect masters: "Come here today, go back and encourage your own disciples."

　　 "Okay, take care of Sect Master Guan."

　　 bowed his hands towards Guan Shi'an, the masters left the table and took their disciples out of the banquet hall.

　　‘Hey, let’s go? Let's talk more, the disciples you brought are pretty good. ’

　　 As soon as Yin Jianghong finished speaking, she saw Guan Shian approaching him, grabbed him and pulled to the main table.

　　 After leaving the banquet hall, Lu Yinlong returned to his house with the few remaining disciples.

　　 Entering the hall, Lu Yinlong sat on the chair and sighed.

　　 At this time, there are still five disciples left in Guixin Sect, namely Wu Qingce, Lin Yuyan, Mo Xia, Ning Yushu and Jiang Beiran.

　　 This situation and situation made Jiang Beiran couldn't help but sigh in his heart again.

　　‘I’m in C of the Guixin Sect. ’

After sighing, Lu Yinlong raised his head and said: "Although the decent performance this time is really bleak, I finally feel a little relieved in my heart. Among the only eight disciples left in the martial arts competition, there is one person from the Guixin Sect. Policy, well done."

　　 Wu Qingce immediately said, "Thank you for your compliment."

Then Lu Yinlong looked at the other four disciples and said, "Your responsibilities are also very heavy. In the past, we used to be proud of Fenghuaxueyue, but this time we were swept away by the mud legs of the Demon Cult in the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. what."

　　 In fact, Jiang Beiran was also surprised at this point. He could figure it out a little bit after losing in martial arts, but he didn't expect that the demonic disciples started to cultivate their sentiments, and each of them had unique skills.

　　 Although the literature is not the first ~www.ltnovel.com~, it is for the master. As for the disciples, it is easy to tell who is high and who is low.

Shaking his head, Lu Yinlong continued: "You should have heard it just now. Sect Master Guan said that he will reward the winner with five middle-grade spirit stones. Then I can't be stingy as the Sect Master. As long as you can win the title, I Add another ten middle-grade spirit stones."

　　 "Thank you suzerain!" The five people clung to hands together.

　　 "Go, take a good rest, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes!"

　　Walking out of the house, Ning Yushu excitedly said, "Fifteen middle-grade spirit stones! I have never seen so many since I grew up so old. This time I think we should thank those magical minions."

　　 But when Ning Yushu finished speaking, he found that the other four people didn't seem very excited.

　　 For a while, Ning Yushu lost interest, and think about it, the decent disciple lost so terribly this time, he is still here to be happy, really shouldn't.

　　 Therefore, the five people went back to the guesthouse in silence and went back to their rooms.

　　 Lin Yuyan did not go back to the room directly, but went all the way to the top floor of the Guest House and danced and danced, and could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart.

　　‘Senior brother actually walked with me for a whole moment! And still in front of so many people! Is this an open relationship? ? Damn! ’

　　 Lin Yuyan thought about slapped a lantern hanging next to him! A pretty face flushed completely.