Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

A man in black flew on the stage, seemingly twenty-seven years old, slender and tall, long-eyed and cold-eyed, a faint arrogance between the look. His eyes were low and he looked down at He Ling and said, "I will come to teach you four winds."

Li Shu whispered: "The first one is the peak of the Eight Diagrams Peak, Shao Jun!"

Kuching Ping screamed: "The one who built the foundation at the age of 19?"

"Yes, it is him!"

Shao Jun, a 19-year-old foundation, is currently unknown, only knowing that it was built in the late stage of construction.

Among the Eight Diagrams Peaks, most of the children were born in the Xiuxian family. Shao Jun is no exception. Just do not know why, his usual character is unpredictable, and most of his disciples are afraid.

Wen Jing quietly opened the character value of Shao Jun.

A green frame jumped out.

[Character value: 8. Marginal youth, blackening potential is unlimited. ]

Wen Jing has a slight glimpse.

Kuching Pingdao: "What is his intention?"

Liu Qian said: "Master's four sacred winds are famous in the world, and many people are dissatisfied. Unfortunately, Master is rarely going out now, and different people are fighting. Others want to teach. He Ling is the only true biography of Master. It's powerful, when is it?"

Mo Shaoyan said slowly: "Master is the root of the wind system, and is the same as He Ling. If anyone can inherit Master's school, only him."

He Ling nodded and said, "Please ask Shao Feng to enlighten me," and he will not be tempted. He only looks at Shao Jun’s every move.

Suddenly, the body was dull, and a burst of pressure came from the sea, as if to smash his body.

Around the Fujian and Taiwan, the disciples at the beginning of the training were all shackled by the fish. They only felt that their bodies were being crushed and could not lift their heads. They all made a painful voice, and they were taken to the higher brothers and pulled away. He Ling's body does not move, but his forehead also sees out the sweat.

Shao Jun smiled and said: "It is very tolerable."

After the speech, a long sword flew in the air, and the whole body ignited the flames of the flames, forming a red flamingo. The hot wings stretched out, and the fire tongue was two feet long, giving a slight squeaking sound.

The fire illuminates Shao's face and dyes the eyelids into a transparent orange.

"Shaoyang sword!" Someone immediately shouted and envied.

“This is Shaoyang’s sword that Shao Feng’s master got from the auction?”

"The value of eight thousand Shangpin Lingshi, really rich..."

Wen Jing whispered: "To deal with a monk who is not in the middle of the foundation, don't use the Shaoyang sword..."

In the late stage of building and the foundation of the foundation, it was repaired for decades or even hundreds of years. A monk in the late stage of building a foundation, it is a trick to deal with a monk in the early days of building a foundation. This test is aimed at trials. The peaks usually don't make a trick, and they don't know how to use it.

Jun Yanzhi stood by his side, but he did not say anything when he heard this, but only looked at Shao Jun.

I saw Shao Jun’s eyes scorned, and the red flamingo went straight toward He Ling.

This move is really cloudy.

First, it was forced by the pressure, and He Ling was not allowed to act, and then he was disabled by the fire sword. Even if the fire sword is kept in time, it will not hurt his life, it will make He Ling's whole body catch fire.

This type of move, against foreign enemies, is overkill. It is clear that He Ling does not escape, pushing him to the limit and making a stunt.

Suddenly, He Ling’s body was full of whirlwinds and surrounded him.

The wind is like a blade, and the fire of the giant bird is caught in it in an instant. Shaoyang Jian is indestructible and has not entered the whirlwind, but the speed seems to be slow. The fire group was entwined with the wind, and He Ling was rotated around the body, but he could not be close. He would block He Ling’s body shape and make people unable to see what happened inside the whirlwind.

I saw Shao Jun cold and cold, shouted: "Stop!"

The fire suddenly disappeared, and the Shaoyang sword flew out of the spin, and fell back to Shao Jun’s hand, motionless.

He Ling’s body became smaller and he showed his original body. He saw a few white clothes burned and broke several holes with black edges. In the left arm, the sword is dyed red on the arm.

Just listen to the deacon's disciple and shouted: "He Ling blocked a move and got five pebbles!"

Several people at Hu Shifeng called at the same time, and they were very excited: "Two brothers!"

Peng Shao sighed: "By the wind and the fire, let Shao can't see where he is, waiting for the opportunity to escape... The trick is dead, and the usage still depends on the understanding of the people."

Liu Qianmo also said: "It can be countered to the third, not in chaos, not only to understand, but also to experience."

Shao Jun slowly put Shaoyang sword away, looked at He Ling with a glance, and flew back to the stage without saying a word.

A middle-aged woman dressed in a khaki robes fell lightly from the stage. She was short, funny, and slightly fat. She looked very harmonious. She said softly: "I will try."

Liu Qianmo smiled and said: "The Qin Xiaofeng Lord of Huang Huafeng."

Peng Shao also said with a smile: "The phase must be that Shao Feng is too embarrassed, she can't see the eye, to comfort the young disciple."

Wen Jing smiled and said: "She is the best temper."

Daogu’s face was very fluent, and the shot was really light, only to make a simple single-segment. The spirit blade is as thin as a needle, and everyone sees a steel needle-like aura passing through the air. The young disciple admires and sighs that the person's light stab is pure.

He Ling fled and escaped, and fell to the ground and hugged his fist: "Thank you Qin Feng for enlighten me."

Just listen to the deacon disciple and shouted: "He Ling is blocking another move and getting five pebbles!"

Several young disciples of Hui Shifeng cheered again.

Dao nodded with a smile and flew back to the stage with a temper.

Then, Hu Feng, who had a fine bamboo peak, tried to move forward and was also avoided by He Ling. He was slightly injured and got 15 pebbles.

Liu Qianmo was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth: "Fiveteen, you should be able to enter the top forty..."

In the heart of the wall: "Don't be too happy, the second brother can block three moves, and the Jindan monk will play."

At this moment, there was a strong aura in the air. A middle-aged man slowly descended from the air, the belt of the robe was light, and the sacred bones were like a torch.

Kuching is low and low: "The peak of Tianhengfeng!"

Lu Changqing, who is unknown, is one of the five golden monks of Qingxu Jianzong.

Thousands of years ago, the dead wood Taoist who unified the Qingxu Jianzong was the peak of Tianhengfeng, and it was a glory. Tianhengfeng has been prosperous for thousands of years. In the Jindan monk, the number one is the first one, and the second is the Lu Changqing.

He Ling slightly decapitated: "Please enlighten the Lord Lu Feng."

Respectful gesture, but staring at Lu Changqing's every move, did not dare to have the slightest care.

Lu Changqing looked at him faintly and raised his long sleeves.

He Ling was shocked and suddenly flew up, and there was a whirlwind around him, but it was already late.

A flash of lightning fell, accompanied by a thundering sound, the sky suddenly changed, and the glare would illuminate the human eye. Lightning straight into the whirlwind, He Ling's hands with a white shield, blocking lightning on the top of the head.

The field was quiet.

On the platform, the glare was shrouded, and the aura was soaring. Everyone could not see anything at all. Only the sound of the abrupt burst of aura was heard, and the body shape of He Ling was more and more depressed.

Jun Yanzhi whispered: "He can't stand it."

Liu Qiang hurriedly said: "The golden fire of the Lufeng Lord is in the same name as the Four Winds. How many people can stand up?"

Peng Shao sighed: "Even so, Lu Fengzhu only made two successes."

Liu Qian said: "He is a monk in the Golden Age. If he uses all his skills, why not force He Ling to die?"

The deacons were also afraid of making a living, and hurriedly shouted: "If the disciple can't support it, he should admit defeat immediately!"

Kuching Ping shouted: "The two brothers admit defeat!"

He Ling did not answer, and there was no movement. The electric light was getting lower and lower.

Liu Qianmo stunned for a while: "This bastard! He didn't want to admit defeat!"

Jun Yan's lips are silent.

Even if Wen Jing knows the outcome of this event, he can't help but pinch the cold sweat.

Liu Qianmo yelled at the platform: "He Ling! Immediately admit defeat! Fifteen pebbles are enough!"

I was so anxious that I was only listening to a loud cracking sound. The shield was pierced by electric light, and the debris scattered around. Then, the people on the stage flew quickly and gave a cry.

The lightning finally fell on the platform, and the wood flew four times, piercing a hole in the size of the basin, and the black smoke after burning.

"Two brothers!" Hu Shifeng's people shouted.

The white man fell from the sky, his shoulders were red, his face was the same, and he gasped.

Lu Changqing showed his appreciation, slightly decapitated, and turned and flew back to the stage.

The deacon disciple breathed a sigh of relief: "He Ling has to stop a trick and get five pebbles! Can you take another move?"

He Ling coldly wanted to say "Yes", then turned to look at the angry Hui Shifeng people in the audience, irritated for a while, finally bite his teeth and said: "No."

The deacon disciple sang: "He Ling has a total of twenty pebbles!"

The people of Hui Shifeng cheered, and the disciples of the other peaks looked cold. The number of Hui Shifeng was originally small, and the noise at this moment was particularly harsh and eye-catching. They don't care, they are happy to follow He Ling down: "Two brothers!"

A few days of Hengfeng's disciples did not agree.

"Don't you go in one? You haven't seen the world."

"I have been pressed for years, and it’s hard to make a point of contention. Can you celebrate it?"

"Nothing."

Mo Shaoyan stood by them and said slowly: "Some of the two of you are capable, and one of our ten can withstand high. I don't think you have any good fortune."

The disciples sank their faces: "What do you say? If there are only ten people in each peak, see if we don't crush you all!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ... do not say to remind me, have the ability to advance the top ten, at least I also participated in the first round of the test ... hahahaha ..."

"Globe!"

Several people said that they would fight, and Peng Shao quickly opened Mo Shaoyan: "Several peaks fight before, do you want to be punished?"

Tianhengfeng also has an older disciple who teaches: "No noise!"

Several people were quiet and still dissatisfied.

Liu Qianmo is still angry, calmly facing He Lingdao: "What hero did you just swear?"

He Ling gave him a cold look: "I have planned to escape."

In the heart of the wall: "...If you are killed in the ring, you are the first one."

The seats looked at a group of people looking at Hui Shifeng, silently.

The deacon disciple shouted: "Hua Shifeng Jun Yanzhi, playing!"

Wen Jing is a little excited: "Jun brother is here."

Jun Yan’s faint look at him, took the bag with the small fruit on his waist and placed it on the hands of Wen Jing, and flew up.

The audience was silent. I saw a man in a green shirt flying slowly from the air. The movement was not unassuming, it was as clear as the breeze, and the face was Tsinghua, and it fell gently on the platform. 2k novel reading network