People Who Wander the Heavens Teach Disciples

On the way, he looked at the people around him in groups, people coming and going, laughing and laughing, and suddenly felt a wave of loneliness.

From the very beginning, he was not favored by his master, his sister, and his brothers and sisters. At this moment, he only felt a burst of sadness in his heart. He has been working hard all the time, hoping to be recognized by his master and his brothers.

But from the beginning to the end, everyone focused their attention on the seventh senior brother Shen Changwen. No one could see his little transparency. Even he himself felt that he was a waste. A year and a half.

The labels that the people around him put on him made him gradually lose sight of who he really is. He thought he was the most useless disciple of Dazhu Peak, and even Master Tian Buyi regarded him as a useless firewood, even teaching him. He is still dipped in the light of Seventh Senior Brother, otherwise how could he have obtained the fourth level of Yuqing and the following exercises with his current cultivation.

Words are so weak when expressing love, yet so sharp when hurting.

Sometimes other people's comments can really hurt young children and teenagers a lot, Zhang Xiaofan doesn't know what is right or wrong, what he is and what he lives for.

At this stage of him, maybe what Master Tian Buyi said is right, everything that Master said is true, he is such a useless piece of wood.

But it has been said for a long time that even if he believes that he is a waste, a fire will rise in his heart, and he also wants to prove to the master that he is not a waste.

Just like this, Zhang Xiaofan lost his soul and slowly came to the ring.

He slowly stepped up the steps, walked into the ring, and looked down, everyone was in twos and threes, and the opponent's brothers and sisters were cheering him on.

He is the only one standing here, the sun is very warm, but at this moment he has no warmth at all.

"Xiaofan, come on!"

Suddenly, two familiar voices came from my ears.

He trembled in his heart, and hurriedly turned his head to see that under the sun, Shen Changwen and Du Bishu were running from a distance, smiling and cheering him on while running in the sun.

Suddenly, at this moment, his gray world was revived again, and it turned out that someone in this world could still see him.

"It turns out that someone still cares about me!"

Zhang Xiaofan murmured in his heart.

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Although he is very happy that the two senior brothers can come to cheer him on, Zhang Xiaofan is still very puzzled, why is the seventh senior brother here, doesn't he need to compete?

He hurriedly walked to the side and asked, "Sixth Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother, why are you here? Isn't Seventh Senior Brother also going to have a test?"

"It's over!"

"Compared... it's over?!" Zhang Xiaofan couldn't believe it.

At this time, there was no need for Shen Changwen to speak, Du Bishu helped him explain what happened just now.

"After you left just now, Chang Wen dragged me to the side of the competition arena, then jumped on it, shouted and hurriedly started the fight, big guy, I'm in a hurry."

"The one who fought against Changwen was a disciple of Chaoyang Peak. Seeing that Changwen was so arrogant, he jumped into the ring with unforgivable anger."

"Xiaofan, you don't know how handsome the seventh junior brother was just now, the disciple of Chaoyang Peak used a golden magic weapon to hit the sky with a sharp golden wheel, severing the sky and the ground, as if he wanted to chop the sky into pieces. This kind of attack, Seventh Junior Brother did not change his face, he waved a red flame fire dragon, just one blow, the golden wheel in the sky was smashed into shavings of light and disappeared between the sky and the earth, and then another blow, with lightning speed. Beat that disciple into a defeated general."

"Changwen didn't take a quarter of an hour for the entire competition. After the fight, we'll come here to cheer you on."

After listening to Du Bishu's description, even if Zhang Xiaofan was not at the scene, he could still imagine what Senior Seven looked like just now. He must have a majestic appearance. Although he didn't have a feather fan and scarf, he still looked like he could easily defeat the enemy while talking and laughing.

He looked at Shen Changwen with complicated eyes, with a faint expression of admiration and emotion. He guessed that the reason why Seventh Senior Brother ended the test so arrogantly and quickly was to come here to cheer him on, and Seventh Senior Brother should have seen his depression just now. .

Zhang Xiaofan thought to himself: "Sure enough, Senior Brother Seven is not the kind of unserious person, nor is he a cold and ruthless person, Senior Brother Seven is still very gentle."

At this time, Shen Changwen also opened his mouth to cheer him up.

"Xiaofan, come on, work hard!"

There were not many words, and his voice was a little cold, and he was still barely maintaining his high-cold personality that was on the verge of being broken.

But Zhang Xiaofan has already seen through his color embryo... ah, no, it is the essence of cold outside and hot inside.

"Ok!"

Zhang Xiaofan nodded earnestly to Du Bishu and Shen Changwen, then turned his head firmly, looking at his opponent who had come to the stage.

Zhang Xiaofan's opponent was a disciple of Luoxia Peak, using a flying sword of soil travel.

And Zhang Xiaofan still took out his fire stick, seeing Zhang Xiaofan taking out a black fire stick, it looked ugly and strange, the disciples watching the battle suddenly talked a lot, some even laughed out loud.

Facing everyone's questioning eyes, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were firm and did not change at all, because he could feel the two supportive eyes behind him.

"I must win, I can't let the brothers down!"

Xu Shi felt the warm blood in Zhang Xiaofan's heart, the pitch-black iron rod in his hand gradually stretched out blood-red lines, emitting a faint light.

In Shen Changwen's consciousness, the pitch-black iron rod in Zhang Xiaofan's hand was surrounded by pitch-black mist, faintly revealing scarlet rays of light, an evil aura, a bloodthirsty aura unmistakably exuded.

Zhang Xiaofan's opponent glanced at Zhang Xiaofan with disdain, and ordered the yellow-brown flying sword to fly out, and smashed towards Zhang Xiaofan with a heavy momentum.

In the blink of an electric light, Zhang Xiaofan felt blessed, the pitch-black iron rod was in front of him, hitting him to the right.

With a "bang" sound, it accurately blocked the yellow-brown flying sword from flying.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan's pitch-black iron rod on the opposite side was so hard, it collided with Feijian without the slightest damage, changed his move in an instant, Feijian dodged to the side, bypassed Zhang Xiaofan's front, and hit Zhang Xiaofan's back.

The Feijian Hanmang, which was carried in the gray-yellow light, looked extremely dangerous.

Du Bishu who was off the field was suddenly nervous, seeing that Zhang Xiaofan was about to be defeated by the sword, only Shen Changwen was not nervous at all.

Because he knows that Zhang Xiaofan is not just as simple as the fourth layer of Yuqing on the surface, he also has a great Brahma Prajna of the same realm. Adding them together, Zhang Xiaofan's strength should be equal to the fifth layer of Yuqing, so in the face of such a rigid Zhang Xiaofan should have no problem as a disciple who has entered the fourth floor of Yuqing.

Sure enough, in an instant, a black light flew up from Zhang Xiaofan's hand, with a "clanging" sound, the pitch-black iron rod exuded a slight black light, and appeared behind Zhang Xiaofan in an instant, and then effortlessly swept the yellow-brown flying sword into the air.