In the eyes of Luo Miao and Wang Lianshan, the act of accepting disciples on behalf of a master is just a child's play to take advantage of others. It's like two people fighting. One person can't beat the other. He is always oppressed and bullied without the ability to fight back, so all he can do is fight back. For example, after being beaten, say a few words, "Son dares to hit me," or xing the other person's eighteen generations of ancestors, etc.
The key point is that Mo Ru has a criminal record. He originally had no apprentices for many years, but ended up accepting Qi Qianjun more than 20 years ago. A group of golden elixir masters have to call Qi Qianjun, who is in the Qi Refining realm, their junior disciple. Although Qi Qianjun is a rare genius, genius is not a reason to mess up the seniority. This time, he went even further and directly made a master uncle.
Luo and Wang didn't think about anything else. In their opinion, there was nothing special about a kid in the Qi Refining Realm. Even if he was another genius, so what? He was just another Qi Qianjun.
Of course, no matter what you think in your heart, etiquette cannot be discarded.
No matter how reluctant Luo and Wang were, no matter how much they cursed in their hearts, they still had to behave themselves. They saluted Ye Zan in unison and said reluctantly: "Greetings to Uncle Ye."
Ye Zan knew that these two people came with bad intentions, so of course he had nothing to be embarrassed about. He accepted the gift from An Ran and pretended to raise his hands to support them, saying, "You two nephews are exempt from the gift."
Fortunately, King Luo and the two came in without any of their disciples. Otherwise, if the disciples saw this scene, they would never have the majesty of their masters in the future.
Both Luo and Wang secretly hated Ye Zan. After the ceremony, they stopped looking at Ye Zan and just pretended that this person did not exist. Wu Changsheng did not want to lose his courtesy, and moved the two of them to their seats, and started chatting.
After the two parties had not chatted for long, a disciple of the Yuqing Sect suddenly burst in outside the door, interrupting the hypocritical and friendly conversation between the two parties.
"What's going on? How unbecoming is it to be so flustered!" Wu Changsheng's face darkened, a little dissatisfied with this disciple's performance. After all, there were outsiders watching. However, he did not notice that just when the disciple came in, Luo and Wang secretly smiled at each other.
This disciple's name is Lin Feng, an inner disciple of the Yuqing Sect. He has perfect Qi refining skills and is one of the disciples responsible for the outer sect's competition.
"Reporting to the headmaster, disciples from the two sects clashed with disciples from our sect, and two disciples were injured." Lin Feng said while glancing at Luo Miao and Wang Lianshan. In fact, everyone knew the purpose of Luo and Wang's visit, even an ordinary inner disciple.
After hearing Lin Feng's words, Wu Changsheng and others' eyes immediately fell on Luo Wang and the two of them. Their eyes were like swords, as if they were going to poke holes in their bodies.
Luo Miao smiled nonchalantly, sat there and said to Wu Changsheng and others: "To make you laugh, my two disciples have just participated in the outer sect competition of our sect. They are about to meet the grand master of your sect. We can't help but compare. After all, we are all young people. It is also a good thing to learn from each other and let them know their shortcomings."
Discuss
If the injured were disciples of the Jinguang Sect and the Wuzhu Sect, I'm afraid these two guys wouldn't be able to talk about their differences. Although Lin Feng did not say which person was injured, whether it was Wu Changsheng and others, or Luo Miao and Wang Lianshan, they were all sure that the injured were disciples of the Yuqing Sect.
In fact, there was no accident, and the injured person was indeed an outer disciple of the Yuqing Sect. Moreover, these two outer sect disciples are still the best among this group of outer sect disciples. Originally, they could definitely enter the inner sect after this competition.
Wu Changsheng and others came outside and saw two injured disciples. The injuries were serious or not, but they were definitely unable to continue participating in the competition.
The two culprits were each standing on a fighting stage, showing off their power. Under the competition platform, many outer disciples of the Jade Qing Sect gathered, but although they all had angry expressions on their faces, no one really jumped up to deal with those two people.
"Alas, it's just a competition. If you don't even have this courage, your future achievements will be very limited." Seeing that no one from the Yuqing Sect came to the stage, Wang Lianshan shook his head and looked disappointed, as if he was the one who The teacher of Yuqing Sect.
Wang Lianshan's words were not loud, but they were clearly heard by the disciples of the Yuqing Sect. Most of the outer disciples are around 17, 18 or 20 years old, and when they are passionate, some of them can't hold it back when they hear these words.
"I come!"
An angry shout came from the group of outer disciples, and then a figure rushed onto the competition platform. A young man, wearing the sword robe of the outer sect of the Yuqing Sect, carrying a green steel sword in his hand, came on stage and said: "Brother from the Jinguang Sect, I'm going to Zuo Ming to learn some tricks."
"Haha," the disciple of the Golden Light Sect sneered twice. Apparently he didn't take his opponent seriously. He casually held a sword flower on his arm, glanced at the opponent sideways, and said, "Please."
The two of them said nothing more and just fought with their swords. The scene, at least in the eyes of the outer disciples, was quite exciting. The fight on the stage was exciting, and the disciples of Yuqing Sect in the audience also cheered and cheered for Zuo Ming, as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
However, the scene on the stage fell into the eyes of Wu Changsheng and others. They could see the strength and weakness of both sides with just one glance, and their expressions suddenly became even more ugly. In terms of cultivation, Zuo Ming is actually one level higher than his opponent. Although in the Qi Refining Realm, strength does not entirely depend on cultivation, it is undeniable that high cultivation still has advantages. However, Zuo Ming's martial arts skills were so poor that he could not take advantage of his high cultivation level.
Luo Miao and Wang Lianshan, with faint smiles on their faces, were already confident in the disciples they had brought, but they no longer had any worries in the stands.
In fact, not only these masters, but even Ye Zan, who only had Qi Refining Realm cultivation, could see the situation on the stage. In Ye Zan's view, not only Zuo Ming of the Yuqing Sect, but also the disciples of the Golden Light Sect had the same problem, that is, their combat awareness was too poor. In other words, all the fighting experience of the two people on the stage probably comes from this kind of formal competition, and every move is so rigid and rules-based. Of course, Zuo Ming from Yuqing Sect was obviously worse, so one can imagine the result.
Sure enough, after the two men fought for a while on the stage, Zuo Ming seemed to see a flaw in his opponent, and he attacked the flaw with his long sword without hesitation. However, he didn't expect to fall into the opponent's plan. The opponent made a mistake and stepped out of the way. He blocked the attack with the sword in his hand. At the same time, he stepped forward to get closer to Zuo Ming and stamped his palm in the middle of Zuo Ming's chest.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and Zuo Ming's body flew backwards. A cloud of blood mist was sprayed in the air, and his whole body flew down to the stage in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, there were all Yuqing disciples in the audience, and they caught Zuo Ming who fell. Zuo Ming, who only received a slap, fell into coma and lost consciousness.
"Well, I originally wanted to have a well-matched opponent and have a good fight. It seems that this wish will be difficult to realize here." The disciple of the Golden Light Sect did not even look at the audience and looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle. , putting on the lonely look of a master.