Elder Bing is to avoid suspicion, so as not to be seen, she and Deng Jiuling have a special relationship.
Yao Lao picked up a bargain, knowing that he was guilty of public anger, but he didn't want to praise Xiao Yan in public.
Master Xuanbing and Hall Master Guanyin felt that Lan Jian and the grandson Yue'er were among the best, which was quite normal.
Everything is expected, it's just a very ordinary thing, so naturally there is no need to think about it.
The original plan was for the three elders to personally give honors to the three princes.
But now everything is forgiven. All the participating disciples can go to the Outer Gate Hall by themselves to receive rewards.
In the end, none of the leaders of the 72nd hall had left.
These leaders were very upset. In this way, they expressed their contempt for Deng Jiuling, Lu Da, Xiao Yan, and Linghuqun.
Even many beautiful elder sisters from the inner door turned and left, looking upset.
nonsense!
The handsome guys in their hearts failed.
On the contrary, it was a group of "garbage disciples" who won the final victory!
May I ask such a result, who can be cool
These disciples have poor martial arts, poor talents, and no family background.
Even if they succeeded by "lucky" this time, it is still very remote whether they can rise in the future.
After all, although Shushan can increase the spiritual strength of these warriors.
But these warriors themselves are "junk", even if they increase their strength by several times, they are not as good as the three great arrogances.
For these advanced disciples, many outside disciples, they are also unhappy, even contemptuous.
To put it bluntly, it is five words-envy, jealousy, hatred!
Why are some trash disciples able to advance to the fourth level and suppress Huaque
by!
At this moment, many ordinary disciples present were red-eyed, regretting not signing up for the competition.
In the end, almost all the onlookers present had left.
A similar situation has never happened before in the battle of Shushan in the past.
Deng Jiuling didn't care about this.
In this battle of Shushan, Deng Jiuling swallowed a lot of spiritual power from Shushan.
"If nothing else, the mental power of the three levels in front of the book mountain will be swallowed up by me."
"The first three floors of the book mountain today have almost been abolished."
"Even if the Book Mountain opens again five years later, the first three floors will be useless."
"Twenty years later, the first three floors of the book mountain are completely scrapped."
Deng Jiuling shook his head slightly and sighed.
For such a result, Deng Jiu felt a little pity, but he did not regret his decision.
The existence of Shushan allows the Dalin Temple to cultivate a steady stream of martial arts talents in batches.
If it were in ancient times, this is definitely a good thing, allowing Dalin Temple's high monks to come out in large numbers.
But now in Dalin Temple, the demons are dancing wildly, and various conspirators are rampant, and they have completely fallen.
Although Deng Jiuling believed that there were still great virtues and monks in Dalin Temple.
But Deng Jiuling knew very well that the existence of these eminent monks only made Dalin Temple look like a decent sect on the surface.
But these high monks should not be in charge or directly in power.
This is possible at any time, the sect of the degenerate way.
For them, a place to train talents.
Deng Jiuling said that there is no psychological burden.
"If after Dalin Temple, it will still be a decent sect."
"Then twenty years later, after I step into the innate."
"Then I help Dalin Temple and restore Shushan?"
Thinking of this, the last feeling of guilt in Deng Jiuling's heart disappeared.
There are poor support from life and death, as well as various back players, as well as the huge disciple resources of the Seventy-two Mountain.
Deng Jiuling did not believe that within twenty years, he would not be able to step into the congenital realm.
At this moment, Deng Jiuling stood with his hands behind his back, watching the battle monument quietly with his back facing the three great arrogances.
The other disciples all meditated cross-legged and began to heal their injuries.
Although it was Deng Jiuling, he opened the way for the trip to Shushan.
But these disciples, climbing the fourth floor in one breath, still consumes a lot of money,
Their mental powers have been greatly tempered, but they are very weak.
Through the gods' eyes, Deng Jiuling even discovered that within a certain period of time, their cultivation base would regress instead.
But when they adapt to the strength, they will surely advance by leaps and bounds, and become the arrogant talents that will make the entire Dalin Temple a focus!
"Unfortunately, it will take a long time for these disciples to truly shine."
"But it's okay. In the next period of time, they will encounter hardships."
"Those who can survive hardships and stand out will be truly strong in the future!"
"Can't go through the ordeal, it will still be a waste in the end, nothing more."
These words, Deng Jiuling, was not prepared to tell the disciples.
If Deng Jiuling speaks directly, they will become arrogant and eventually become waste.
In Dalin Temple, the trash and the weak are the objects of abuse, and even the cannon fodder is killed.
Deng Jiuling is telling the truth now, which is tantamount to harming them, so it is better not to tell it.
Soon, the three great arrogances of the outer door opened their eyes one after another.
"Unexpectedly, this time in the battle of Shushan, I would have done so much damage." The black-clothed son looked confused.
"Brother Black, I guess, in that mountain of books, we should have joined hands and achieved very brilliant achievements."
The young man in white said solemnly.
"The three of us all left Shushan at the same time, were teleported out at the same time, and were weak at the same time."
The senior brother Zhao Haoran at the outer door is still so handsome and so cold, and his nose is looking at the sky.
"In this way, the three of our brothers must have joined forces to break the first ninth mountain!"
The black man's eyes lit up.
"Yes, it must be so. Maybe we broke the record and stepped into the second mountain."
The boy in white laughed loudly.
"In the past hundred years, apart from Huaque, we are definitely the best."
Zhao Haoran still looked at the sky coldly, cool and handsome.
The voice fell, and there were excited smiles on the faces of the three big arrogances.
Although the process was a bit tortuous, it even paid a price.
It's worth the top three!
However, at this moment, Linghu Qun suddenly spoke: "But the top three, you don't have your share."
what
Hearing this, the three great arrogances were immediately dumbfounded.
"What am I... I really don't believe it!"
The white man stood up, raised his sleeves, and strode forward.
But after seeing the battle monument clearly, the white-clothed boy widened his eyes and couldn't help but say, "This... how is it possible?"
"Could it be our record, don't you want to be awesome?"
The black man looked excited and walked forward quickly.
however!
After seeing the battle stele clearly, the black man's eyes widened, thunderously: "This... unscientific!"
Could it be... Really better than Huaque
With a handsome smile on his face, Zhao Haoran hurried forward.
"Boy, get out, get blocked."
Between the gallops, Zhao Haoran gave Deng Jiuling a push.
In response, Deng Jiuling did not speak, but looked at Zhao Haoran with pity.
"Brother Zhao, don't look at this battle monument, lest you feel sad." Deng Jiuling said lightly.
puff!
Hearing this, Zhao Haoran was furious: "I am the number one arrogant in the outer sect. This time I will definitely be ranked first. Get out of here!"
After finishing speaking, Zhao Haoran pushed Deng Jiuling away and set his eyes on the battle monument.
First, it turned out to be Comrade Lei Feng!
Boom!
Zhao Haoran's eyes widened like thunder, with an incredible expression on her face.
Keep looking down!
With terrible anger, Zhao Haoran continued to watch, but was shocked to find that the first three had nothing to do with him.
Could it be... the top ten
however!
Looking at the top fifty in one breath, Zhao Haoran didn't find out where his name is.
"There must be something wrong with this battle monument!"
"That's, how come the three of us don't have names?"
The Western Regions double pride, roaring at the same time.
"Three brothers, your names are here!"
Linghuqun didn't want to go, and pointed to a place and said.
Following Linghuqun's fingers, the eyes of the three great arrogances fell on the last three rows.
The last place-Zhao Haoran!
The penultimate place-the black man!
Third from the bottom-the white boy!
Huh!
As if the head was slashed by the sky thunder, the three big arrogances looked at each other, all stupid.
This... how could this be
why!
My son is dissatisfied!
Roar!
The three great arrogances roar at the same time!
however!
At this moment, Deacon Qin came over.
"Three, you are in sorrow and change. The battle monument is left by the patriarch, so definitely you can't go wrong."
Caressing the white beard, Deacon Qin looked at the three of them with pity and pity.
"Brother, I... dissatisfied!"
"I'm so... dissatisfied!"
"Same dissatisfaction!"
The three great arrogances flushed their eyes and looked angry.
"If you don't accept it, you have to accept it."
Standing with his hand in hand, Deng Jiuling said coldly: "It's all told you don't look at the battle monument, why bother to humiliate yourself?"
"Boy, don't pretend, what is your name, you are very good!"
The black man said furiously.
"Lei Feng!"
In the wind, Deng Jiuling's indifferent voice rolled over.
The voice was still floating in the void, and Deng Jiuling's towering figure had disappeared.
"Lei Feng? A familiar name." The black man was taken aback when he heard the words, feeling a little stunned.
"Lei Feng, it's-first!" The white-clothed boy gritted his teeth and said.
Boom!
The voice fell, and the Western Regions Shuangjiao were all stupid.
Zhao Haoran suddenly remembered that he disdainfully despised Deng Jiuling whether it was before or after the Battle of Shushan.
Even just now, Zhao Haoran was very rude and directly pushed Deng Jiuling away.
Unexpectedly!
Damn it!
The ultimate winner was Deng Jiuling!
Cheating, this is!
"I... actually lost?"
"What happened in the mountain of books?"
"I, Zhao Haoran, is a big brother from the outside sect. I am the number one arrogant. I practiced in the summer and the winter practice. I failed in the end?"
Puff!
Kneeling on the ground, Zhao Haoran was inexplicably sad and angry, and suddenly wanted to cry.
Wow…
The boy in black and the boy in white cried directly.
This sad mood also made Zhao Haoran's nose tremble, and tears fell in the tiger's eyes.
Lost
A group of scum, actually defeated Zhao Haoran!
The fingernail fell into the palm of his hand, and Zhao Haoran's tears finally fell.
however!
An incredible figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Haoran.