Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Xi Fang and the public peaks look at each other, and follow the road to the mountain into the Qing Dynasty Hall.

Zhu Xi quickly told people to lift up a dozen unconscious disciples and set them up.

On the square, Weng admired the Junyan, standing with Wenjing, with fear, suspicion, and sullenness.

I don't know why, he inexplicably suspected that he was in the heart.

Jun Yan’s head is down and he doesn’t speak.

The gaze is so ridiculous as it is on the back. Fang Cai He Ling left early, and Liu Qianmo and other disciples also left, but Jun Yan wanted to stay and know the result, and he accompanied him. Wen Jing frowned, pulling the hand of Jun Yan: "Brothers, let's go back."

"Yeah." Jun Yan was gently taken by him.

After a few steps, there was a blast of wind, and a dark gray figure fell in the air, standing still and blocking their way. The people around them cast curious eyes, but they didn't say anything, just looking at them.

"Who is this?"

"Who is he who you don't know? Hong Xiufeng's disciple, Wang Jin."

"Wang Jin, the ninth in the Qing Xuan list?"

"It is him."

The gray-clothed man was cold and said slowly: "Jun Shidi, I heard that when you and Master were on the ring, the whole body had released the fragrance?"

Wen Jing did not want to pay attention to him, bowed his head and continued to pull the line before the death.

A long sword stopped the two men, and the sword was cold and sharp. Wang Jin’s cold ice and ice to Jun Yan: "Jun Shidi, can you have this?"

Wen Jing angered and said: "This brother has already known this in detail. Naturally someone tells you, how can I still ask my brother?"

Wang Jin sank his face: "Why is it not too late or not, is it a scent on the ring?"

Wen Jing’s heart burst into flames. He looked back at Jun Yanzhi and saw that he didn't want to argue, only pulling his own hand. Wen Jing was even more distressed, and said to Wang Jindao: "My brother's physique is special. When can the fragrance be managed? The situation has been checked by the lord, not the scent of 'Three Insects'."

Everyone slowly leaned up and listened.

Hearing people standing in the distance, watching quietly.

"When the fragrance is distributed, it masks the aroma of 'Three Insects', and it is impossible." Wang Jin stared at Jun Yanzhi, slowly.

Wen Jing said angrily: "What good is your evidence?"

Wang Jin looked at Wen Jing and looked at him. "When the younger brother, the disciple of Fang Cailu’s elders is out of control, I clearly see what you are meditating in your mouth. What are you thinking about?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone looked at Jun Yanzhi with a brush, and they were somewhat alert.

What do you think of? To the sorrowful sorrow? Spell?

Wen Jing was angry and said: "Jun brother is talking to me whispering. You have nothing to do, just look at what my brother is doing?"

Wang Jin is forbearing and does not make himself angry: "I talk to your brother, you retreat. Tian Hengfeng's disciples are ruined by the devil, and now I have some doubts, this magic is among us."

Said, the sword turned over and pointed to the front chest of Wen Jing.

The eyes of Jun Yanzhi were slightly stunned, and Wen Jing was immediately behind him. Wen said: "This brother is suspicious of me and is also reasonable. Just when the disciple of Fang Cailu’s disciple is in trouble, I am really talking to the younger brother. There is nothing wrong with it. At present, the matter is still unclear. If the brother is really convinced, just grab me and I will not have to worry about my younger brother."

Wen Jing held his hand tightly.

In the original text, Jun Yan’s rebuttal did not say anything, nor did he resist. The result was seriously injured by this person.

There are more and more people onlookers, and all face suspicion. Wen Jing’s heart was sour, arguing: “There is only a few peaks in my brother’s body. Only who told you, why should you provoke a life? I think that the talent is a sinister speculation, then it may be a magic repair. !"

Wang Jin frowned slightly, but his eyes turned involuntarily to the distant people, and returned to Jun Yan.

Wen Jing went to the road of Jun Yan: "Why should we go first? I am afraid that they will hurt you."

Jun Yanzhi looked down at him and turned his head to the gray-clothed man. Wen said: "This brother, the sovereign has not yet made a final conclusion. Can you endure for a few days? Although I am not a good person, I know how to be pity." Life, don't dare to kill innocent people."

These words are extremely eloquent, and they are very pleasant, making it hard to have a bad feeling. The gray man frowned and seemed to hesitate.

At this moment, I saw Zhu Xi coming out of the Qing Dynasty Hall. He looked at the confrontation of several people and the onlookers, and his eyebrows were slightly close together. Lang said: "The lords have orders, and the disciples have their own rest in the peaks. They have no orders, they must not go out, they must not be noisy, and they should practice quietly."

Everyone quickly took the lead and dispersed.

Wang Jin looked at the eyes of Jun Yan coldly and finally took the sword and collected the next sentence: "If you can't check it out in a few days, then settle it with you."

Finished, flew away in the air.

Seeing that Jun Yanzhi and Wen Jing also decapitated, Zhu Xi asked the disciples to see him: "What are they going to do?"

The disciple did not dare to neglect, and he said the story.

Zhu Xi frowned, but could not say much, nodded and went in.

When I came to the apse, I saw that the mountain of the road and the main peaks were silent. The fog in the temple was fragrant and the atmosphere was dignified. Zhu Xi stood by and stood still, afraid to speak out and wait for orders.

Lu Yunzhuo closed his eyes and lay on the ground. The mountain of the road was sore, but he calmly said: "I have something to say, now I have to say. It’s just an opportunity, but it’s really not hope. Did not say."

The seats are not changed, and they are not eager to say: "The elders of the road please say."

Luzhishan Road: "Have you ever heard of "Hundred Thousands of Souls"?"

Lu Changqing frowned slightly and said: "I have never heard of it."

The mountain of the road slowly nodded: "It is no wonder that no one has ever heard of it. This technique is a wonderful work that was passed down from ancient times. At that time, the magic repaired the blood and the earth, and the "Hundred Thousands of Spirits" was a real person. In order to suppress a practice created by the magic, it is a pity that no one wants to learn, so there are not many people who know."

Xi put the road: "This method can save me from being difficult?"

Luzhishan Road: "The poor roads don't dare to talk about it. But this practice is aimed at the ancient magical repairs. If these disciples still have a glimmer of life, I am afraid that they are all above this practice."

Shao Jun slightly raised his eyebrows: "Since it has been a long time, where to go to find this practice? Is it difficult for the elders to know who will do this?"

The mountain of the road slowly shook his head: "This method is a tradition. The temperament of the previous power is arrogant, so the method of choosing the master is extremely strict. Moreover, every one who practices this skill will be stagnant. Three years. So harsh, this practice has gradually lost."

The seats are looking at the road to the road: "Is it difficult to make this practice in the hands of the elders?"

Lu Zhishan sighed: "The poor road was originally just heard. It is said that this method has disappeared for thousands of years and I don't know where to go. I can't think of it. Eight years ago, I had a disciple who passed away. When I went to the disciples, I was sad. I went to sleep, and there was a great energy in my dreams. I was so proud that I was looking for this practice in my disciple's room. I didn't dare to sneer after I woke up, and I found the "Hundred Thousand Souls" in the disciple's room. ""

The back hall is full of people, and Lu Changqing’s eyes are like a torch: “The road elders’ practice?”

The mountain of Lushan slowly shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The poor road is not talented. It cannot be seen by the power of the mighty spirit. It is impossible to pass on the exercises. From then on, the power and the poor roads are not words."

The peak of Huang Huafeng bitterly said: "So, the things of the magic repair are still incomprehensible."

Lushan looked at the unconscious young man on the ground and frowned slightly: "I hope that although it is small, I can't help but try. Now that the Shuiyue Palace, the Qingxu Jianzong, and the ancient mirrors are all in trouble, is it difficult to sit down and do the magic repair? Discrimination, but when the robbery comes, Tiandao will also give birth to a person who will save all beings. As for whether or not he can find this person, he will have to look at the creation of me."

This is a big mistake and sounds very reasonable. But the people in the back hall have silently said: I only have a hard time in the Qing dynasty, and you have said that there is no way to save. Now that your own son has gone wrong, he said that he is looking for someone to pass on the practice...

They are not easy to say, they nod their heads and say: "The elders of the road are justified."

Xi Fang asked: "I don't know who can inherit this practice?"

Luzhishan Road: "The one who inherits this practice must have a wood root. If the spirit is strong, you can control this technique. After that, you must see if this person is capable."

Lu Changqing said: "The woods are rich in roots... The elders of the road refer to the woody roots of the woods?"

"Not bad."

Everyone is cold and hopeful.

Xi put the road: "I have only one wood system in the bamboo wind country, it is the elders of the road... What is the meaning of this?"

The mountain of Lushan is heavy: "...the sect of the sect is good. I am looking for a woody root."

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