Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

Chen Huan didn't come very fast. Many elders in the field began to leave in small groups. Even the sect master Yu Zizai left after waiting for a while.

Only the disciples were still waiting in the field, feeling that there was a good show to watch.

As a small flying boat landed, Chen Huan, wearing a purple robe, slowly landed.

Before he jumped off the flying boat, a weird voice came:

"Haha, why did I say that Senior Brother was so slow to come? It turns out that he came here by himself in a flying boat."

""Brother, the sect leader has left. Look, there is only one disciple left in the field. If you fly over here on a sword, you may be able to pick more disciples."

Huang Feiyu pointed at the one-eyed girl on the field and said.

Then he pretended to be enlightened and slapped his forehead.

"Oops, I'm sorry, brother. I forgot that you can't fly the sword anymore. Our true disciple can't fly the sword anymore."

"If you had told me earlier, I would have gone to pick you up. As a fellow disciple, I can still help you."

When these words came out, all the disciples in the field burst into laughter. For a moment, they all seemed to have an inexplicable sense of superiority, because the lowest level of cultivation in the stands was also foundation building.

Chen Huan seemed not to have heard it, and looked at the lonely figure in the field.

He walked straight towards her and took a look.

The woman was born with a limb disability, her legs were of different lengths and she was lame, her left arm was curled and retracted, her hand was clenched into a fist and could not be straightened, her lips were white and her skin was black.

""What's your name?" Chen Huan asked.

The girl had been staring at the ground. Suddenly she heard the question, looked up at Chen Huan, then quickly lowered her head, bowed, and said timidly:

"I am Cui Ying, your servant, and I greet you, sir."

Huang Feiyu was annoyed when he saw Chen Huan ignored him, and he said with a snort:

"No wonder she is so ugly, she turned out to be a slave."

Chen Huan closed her eyes slightly, recalling the contents of the sect opening examination in her previous life. After understanding it, she looked a little surprised.

She had seen this kind of situation a lot in her previous life. In the rural areas before, there were more or less such people.

Medically, it is called"polio", but ordinary polio is accompanied by severe stuttering, and some people can't even speak, while the one-eyed girl in front of her can speak clearly.

It's just that such a disabled mortal can actually pass the mountain and water level two levels that are difficult for ordinary low-level cultivators to pass. He went to the girl again Looking at her, it was obvious that the girl was getting more embarrassed.

She just lowered her head and hunched her body, her torn linen clothes revealing some of her body. Her disabled arm was tightly hugged to her chest, and her restless toes were exposed in her linen shoes, tapping them helplessly.

She seemed to be back to the children's linen shop to be chosen. She knew that no one liked her in the previous nine rounds, and the person in front of her seemed to be the last one. If this person didn't like her, she would be completely abandoned. She saw from the corner of her eye that the person in front of her seemed to be thinking with his eyes closed.

She swallowed hard, and promoted herself with her whole body trembling:

"My dear, I can wash clothes, cook, farm, and....besides...I can do some sewing and heavy work."

"And I, young master, eat very little, and I can work all day with one meal a day."

Chen Huan turned and left.

The girl behind him turned pale, her open mouth trembled twice, she clenched her fists, but everything was so powerless.

There was a whistling sound of wind, and then something hit her chest quickly. She was hit and stepped back several steps in a trance. She subconsciously caught the object, and then looked down, and a scholar's blue shirt was quietly lying on her hand.

"Come with me."

The girl burst into tears of joy, wiped her tears, hugged the green shirt to her chest, and limped after him.

In any case, the former peak master still had a little kindness to him. He would eventually leave Tianxing Sect, and it would be a good thing to let the peak master's last words have a good ending.

But Chen Huan suddenly stopped in front of Huang Feiyu.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples held their breath. Huang Feiyu saw him stop, sneered, and immediately raised his head, looking at Chen Huan with his nose down.

"Here it comes, is Chen Huan going to take action?"

"Can we finally see the core disciples beating up the true disciples?"

Even Su Qiujin and Liu Chiyan, who were still present, opened their eyes and watched.

Chen Huan turned his head to look at Huang Feiyu and asked with a warm face:

"Did you win?"

It was just like his elder brother asking him how he did in the exam.

Huang Feiyu originally thought that Chen Huan would give him a weak warning, or directly challenge him to a duel, so that he could have a chance to shine.

But he didn't expect that he would actually ask if he won? For a moment, his thoughts were disrupted, and he didn't react and was stunned.

Su Qiujin, who was listening in the field, laughed out loud on the spot, and several true disciples also twitched their mouths.

Huang Feiyu realized that Chen Huan was mocking him after hearing this laughter. He was obviously saying,"What's the point of going through so much trouble to get a place in the competition? You still have to go on the field to be a punching bag." He was immediately furious.

He saw that Chen Huan had already brought the ugly girl onto the flying boat, and immediately cursed:

"You are a piece of trash, you don't even have the courage to fight. If you have the courage, fight me."

"I can't defeat other true disciples, but it's easier for me to crush you than to crush an ant."

But Chen Huan still pretended to be deaf and bowed to the elder of the Mission Hall who was still in the field:

"The new disciple of Li Kui Peak is named Cui Ying. The disciples of Mission Hall have sent the clothes and tokens to Li Kui Peak."

Seeing the elder of Mission Hall nodded, he bowed to the true disciples in the field.

The magic power emerged, and the flying boat flew away.

Seeing Chen Huan leave like this, Huang Feiyu suddenly felt aggrieved and awkward in his heart. He forced himself to suppress his ugly expression and pretended to smile indifferently:

"Haha, two losers together, it's really a match made in heaven"

"I think it would be better to change Li Kui Peak to Waste Peak. What do you think?

"���He looked at the disciples in the field. When they saw him looking at them, they immediately avoided his gaze and chuckled perfunctorily.

"No fight planned?"

"After all, the true teaching is still the true teaching. Why didn't Senior Brother Chen say a word, but I always feel that Senior Brother Huang's momentum is inferior to Senior Brother Chen's?"

"Why is it Brother Chen again? Didn’t you call me Chen Huan before?"

"After so many years, the power of the true teaching is still there, but I don't know how long it can last."

Listening to the comments of the disciples in the field, Huang Feiyu was even more angry. He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and left directly.

At this time, Li Tingzhi, who was originally meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Chen Huan's flying boat, and said to himself with concentration:

"Really never."..........................................