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"That's what I'm worried about now." Wu Yunliang's eyes were deep: "If Tianwailou can grow rapidly, then it will be able to protect this group of female disciples from being bullied, so that they can all get the desired destination. But now... I can only do my best!"
Kong Jingfeng sighed deeply, and said again: "Second Senior Brother will definitely not let this matter about Li Jianyin be let go. Senior Senior Brother, what do you think?"
"The second child has always been violent and protects his weaknesses; this time, he will definitely attack Zizhuyuan." Wu Yunliang said indifferently: "But he also knows the temper of Junior Brother Ninth, so he will only get angry for a while, and will not do it himself. And the ones who really want to attack must be those disciples of the second junior brother."
"No matter who wins or loses, this time is always a tempering! It is a kind of growth for the disciples of both sides." Wu Yunliang said softly: "As long as it is not too much, don't worry about it. If you can survive this incident Among them, finding a few talents is not a bad thing."
The two were silent at the same time. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the names of thirty-nine people and a question mark on the wall. In a large sect with a thousand people, the two of them were like digging for gold in the sand. As long as there are a few disciples who are discerning, they are all here.
Only these people!
These people are the hope of Tianwailou. Whether it is to keep the position of Tianwailou, or to attack the seven sects, or even break into Zhongtian and become the legend of the next Santian, it depends on these people!
Thirty-nine people plus a question mark are the elites of the entire Tianwailou.
For such a big sect, this is simply a bit bleak!
Kong Jingfeng looked at these names, but he was thinking of another thing: the elder brother knew that Li Jianyin was narrow-minded and had a crush on Wu Qianqian, but he asked him to accompany Wu Qianqian to make an announcement , with Wu Qianqian's beauty, there must be some disciples who admire her in their hearts, and it is expected that troubles will arise, but the senior brother still did this.
Instead of randomly picking someone from Juyunfeng's sect to give the notice... Juyunfeng and Suoyunfeng each sent out a disciple to give the notice, which seems to be a sign of importance on the surface, and it also gave the second senior brother a great deal of face. But in fact... it is faintly intensifying the conflicts of the younger generation...
Eldest brother... Is it intentional in my heart? This is a method against Suo Yunfeng, the second senior brother. Kong Jingfeng looked at Wu Yunliang's back, and slowly thought in his heart, such a thing, naturally cannot be said...
Hope it works!
Kong Jingfeng said silently in his heart.
There was a rustling sound, and an almost colorless light quickly flew in from the window. A bird covered in pale white stood nimbly on the table, tilted its head, and looked at the two with round black eyes. .
Colorless Eagle!
The eyes of the two were shining at the same time, Kong Jingfeng looked at the eagle and asked, "Brother, is this Tie Yun..."
Wu Yunliang looked deeply, nodded, took out a small ball from the body of the colorless eagle, twisted it open, and inside was a narrow piece of paper.
Looking at it, his face became heavy. After a long time, he raised his eyebrows, as if he had made a decision.
Chu Yang didn't know these things, nor did he know that the crisis of the sect had reached such a point, he was now practicing.
In fact, he only knew that the sect would be wiped out in four years. But as for the reason, he didn't know. In his previous life, he was just an insignificant little disciple at this time, and no one told him about it, and with his withdrawn personality, he would not inquire about it.
In another three months, the martial art competition will begin. This big competition lasted until half a year later. From the nearly 800 disciples, they were screened layer by layer until there were only ten left.
Then these ten people will go through more than three years of arduous tempering, and they will be ranked among them. After four years, the best one will be the elder brother!
But Chu Yang couldn't wait so long. He wants to establish his own position within half a year, enter the place where the seven Yins gather, and get the first tip of the Nine Tribulations Sword.
If you want to do it, you must redouble your efforts! Now, even though he was reborn, he has no support! Everything must be obtained by his own sweat!
With his current level 4 martial arts skills, even if he has experience, all experience is just empty talk when facing outstanding fellow students who are more than ten levels higher than him.
It is true that force can only work within a certain range; but tactics also have limitations. A trap dug by a group of children may be able to catch a rabbit, but it is impossible to trap a tiger!
Chu Yang is now practicing like crazy.
A day and a night passed, and there was no movement at Li Jianyin's side; I just heard from Tan Tan that when sending Li Jianyin back, the second uncle Li Jinsong was furious and roared angrily for a while...
But Chu Yang has no pressure on this.
The sky fell, and I stood up tall. The current Shi Qianshan is the tall one.
Let him go.
Amidst the swaying purple bamboo leaves, Chu Yang's body was as solid as a mountain. There was a sharp stone under each of his feet, but his body remained completely motionless, maintaining absolute balance in all aspects.
brush! brush! brush!
The long sword at the waist was unsheathed over and over again, and then put back into the sheath again; it was the same action over and over again.
He has practiced this simple movement all morning. The ground under him has been soaked with sweat!
Take a half step forward with your left foot, with your toes pointing outwards obliquely, and stand on the same spot with your right foot, slightly sideways. Looking ahead calmly, the hand was already on the hilt of the sword, there was a slight sound, the hand was raised, the arm was raised, the waist was twisted, the center of gravity rushed forward, and a flash of sword light rushed out, pointing steadily forward.
At eye level, without a trace of trembling.
The right hand holding the sword seems straight but not straight, obviously, there is still room for strength.
Then, with a flash of light, the sword returned to the scabbard with a soft sound.
Chu Yang's eyes remained unmoved. Looking at his face and eyes, no one could tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this action.
Then keep repeating.
The same action, boring and tasteless. Most people get bored after insisting on it dozens of times. And Chu Yang, on this morning before the sun came out, had already repeated it a thousand times!
His body no longer oozes sweat! Just one morning, arm went from normal to sore, then numb, then numb again...
Whether it's soreness and numbness or a breakthrough after the limit or normality, he always controls the standard of the sword.
Green steel sword, very common. The black iron scabbard is even more ordinary.
In the silent night in the purple bamboo forest, this ordinary sword stirred up the sword energy!
The sound of the sword drawing seems to be getting softer... From the clear sound of "clang" at the beginning to the soft sound of "crack" now, it is almost inaudible.
Chu Yang never stopped.
Chu Yang didn't realize that not long after he started practicing swordsmanship, there was a slender figure silently watching him in the bamboo forest a few meters away from him. Chu Yang practiced all morning, and he just watched it all morning. The morning dew had already drenched his whole body, but he seemed to be afraid of disturbing Chu Yang, so he just watched quietly.
Finally, Dongfang Weibai.
Chu Yang put the sword back into its sheath for the last time, and let out a long breath. Standing quietly, Xiao Sha in the air also slowly disappeared.
Converge the sword intent and killing intent in my heart.
To practice swords, you must have killing thoughts in your heart! Only then can we cultivate the sharp sword energy in our hearts all the time. It was not difficult for Chu Yang to do this. As long as he thinks of Shi Qianshan and Mo Tianji, he can't help but feel murderous, and there is no need to train them deliberately.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw another person in front of him.
"Master?" Chu Yang called softly. This person turned out to be Meng Chaoran who had announced his retreat.