Chapter 1463

I remember the first time when I heard the little martial uncle say that he wanted to practice, everyone was fighting against each other, and the disciples she selected were even flattered. But then they knew how cruel, shameless, mean and shameless the little martial uncle was.

In her dictionary, there is no word "credit". Anyway, she is a little martial uncle. She can beat her if she wants to and stop if she wants to. It's called "instruction". In fact, it's bullying people with a sense of righteousness.

Even though they know that the actual combat of the little martial uncle is really good for them to understand the sword skills, when they think of those fellow disciples who were tortured to death by her, they are still afraid of the little martial uncle.

"No one? I'll choose for myself." Seeing that there was no one to fight, Lorne was disappointed, and his eyes swept around the crowd... Well, this one has been bullied, and it's meaningless to bully again. I saw him do it a few days ago, and his strength is a little stronger. Bullying is not enjoyable. This one is too weak. Bullying is not enjoyable. This one... This one

Seeing that Lorne began to choose the target of abuse, all of them kept silent and tried to hide their heads behind their companions, while those who were swept by her eyes were eager to drop their heads into their legs.

"Alas, you are still disciples of the sect. How can you be so incompetent? What does it look like to be greedy for life and afraid of death?" Seeing them trembling, Lorne was even more disappointed. This has not yet started, one by one scared hands and feet weak, when bullying up what fun?

Hearing this, everyone on the stage was indignant: you're not greedy for life, you're not afraid of death, so don't use the identity of martial uncle to oppress us.

"Since no one is coming, let me do it." At this time, a cold voice sounded under the stage.

"You are..." finally someone is willing to take the initiative to look for abuse, Lorne is very pleased, but once again, it looks strange. This man is not old, but his breath is much calmer than others, and his eyes are obviously resentful. I feel that he is not good at it.

"I've met little martial uncle Ji Yingshi, a disciple of xiafa sect." The young man bowed perfunctorily and said.

"I have seen elder martial brother Ji, I have seen elder martial brother Ji." The disciples around saluted in awe.

Over the past few years, Ji Yingshi has been teaching the cultivation of the disciples outside the fazong school. Although he is called elder martial brother, he actually acts as a teacher. With his age and seniority, he can be valued so much by Chang Wanfa, and other senior brothers have no objection. We can see how extraordinary his intelligence, savvy and strength are. Therefore, not only in the fazong, even in the Jizong, Ji Yingshi has a high prestige.

"So you are Ji Yingshi. What are you doing here?" Lorne, who had heard of Ji Yingshi's name, frowned and asked.

"Of course, I'm here to ask my martial uncle for some advice on sword skills." Ji Yingshi said.

"Please? Are you kidding? " Lorne asked sarcastically, his lips curled.

She would not believe that, in the name of Ji Yingshi, she would put down her position and ask for advice.

"As a younger generation, how dare I make fun of my younger martial uncle. I'm sure my younger martial uncle knows that the practice of the disciples outside the sect of Dharma is always under the guidance of my acting teacher. It's a pity that my younger martial brothers have to come to Qingxi Valley to ask for advice from my younger martial uncle. I'm very ashamed of my master's trust. So I've come to ask my younger martial uncle for advice to see how many shortcomings I have. " If Ji Yingshi was just respectful in front, the smell of gunpowder would be more and more strong in the back.

"What's the matter? You're here to make a mess, aren't you?" Lorne said disapprovingly. She's not stupid. How can she not guess his intention.

"I dare not. Please give me some advice!" Ji Yingshi didn't want to talk much nonsense either. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword and went straight to luoen.

Seeing this, the disciples under the stage quickly stepped back and made way for a passage.