Anyone else?
The disciples inside and outside the Yandao arena were stunned one after another. Turning around, they saw a young man in a linen robe.
Unlike Luo Fei, Yan Daoming and others, the young man came quietly and quietly. He was very low-key, neither indifferent, arrogant, nor domineering.
But because of Qiu Xiaoliu's lesson, the external disciples did not despise it. According to the law that experts always come out last, this elder martial brother must be not simple.
"Wait, look, he's not wearing a crown!"
"Eh, yes, he doesn't wear a crown. Isn't he the senior brother of Zhufeng?"
"Who knows him?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know..."
There was a voice of discussion among the outside disciples, and the curious mood surged away. When Luo Chuan came to the empty mountain boundary a year ago, although he had a great reputation, he only showed his face in front of the inner disciples.
In the circle north of the fighting field, Wang Xiazi gave a low cry, opened his mouth, stared at Luo Chuan, and his face was incredible. When Wang Xiazi woke up early in the morning, he was dizzy. He couldn't remember how he came back to the external department. He just vaguely remembered what happened last night, but he thought it was very absurd.
The luomao people have been hiding in Shanding for so long and have been abandoned. How can they hit such a terrible punch?
The smell of wine soon made Wang Xiazi realize that he must have been drunk. The memory of luomao people is a dream.
Wang Xiazi was not at ease. He wanted to find LV Ping for verification, but he couldn't find LV Ping. Then he followed a group of external martial brothers to Yandao arena.
Wang Xiazi's reaction quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding external disciples.
"Wang Maoren, what's your expression?"
"Hmm? Younger martial brother Wang, do you know who this man is?"
"By the way, you often send letters and posts everywhere. You must know more people than us. Tell me who he is!"
In the booing of many external disciples, Xia Wang shook and restrained his strange emotion: "you really don't know him? He is Luo Chuan."
"Luo Chuan? Who?"
"Luochuan... That Luochuan?"
"The strange man who lives on the top of the mountain?"
Wang Xiazi nodded numbly: "who else will there be besides him?"
At this time, Luo Chuan had entered the Yandao arena, shuttled through the crowd and walked to the main hall.
"Is he Luo Chuan?"
"I remember. It was him. I saw him once more than a year ago."
"That freak."
Taking Wang Xiazi as the source, it was like a wave pushing around. Soon, Luo Chuan's name spread all over the outside disciples. Looking at Luo Chuan again, people's eyes became complicated.
"It's Luo Chuan. I thought another talented expert comparable to elder martial brother Huo and young master Luo appeared." an inner disciple shouted.
"Younger martial brother Zhao, how can you say that? At least he once made great contributions to the empty mountain world. He is also a celebrity. Don't you remember how beautiful he was when he first entered the sect? Hehe, maybe he can create another miracle this time." another inner disciple said, with a trace of hypocrisy in his smile.
"No matter how powerful he used to be, he is now a waste. What is he doing?" the inner disciple was obviously dissatisfied: "he hid in the mountain with that credit. Today, he suddenly ran over and wanted to sign up for autumn Dabi. Is he trying to humiliate our inner disciples?"
The words of inner disciples surnamed Zhao represent the thoughts of most inner disciples. Although Luo Chuan's deeds once won their sympathy and admiration, more than a year was enough to make all this weak and indifferent. In particular, Luochuan also has privileges.
There were more and more sarcastic voices. With the spread and infection of emotions, before long, the whole Yandao arena was filled with such voices. Of course, there are also some inner disciples outside, but they are a few after all.
Wang Xiazi looked a little ugly. He didn't expect everything to be like this.
"Well... In fact, elder martial brother Luo is a good man." after scratching his head, Wang Xiazi said to the martial brothers around him.
"Good man? Maybe, but it's a little silly."
"Yes, if I had a brain, I wouldn't be here today."
Wang Xiazi was secretly worried and couldn't understand.
Luo Maoren, Luo Maoren, you stay in the red maple forest, brew wine, look at the sky, and then boast with me. Isn't it good to cultivate your self-cultivation? You said you had nothing to do. What are you doing here? Really participate in the autumn derby? Not to mention that you are not qualified, even if you are qualified to participate, it will humiliate yourself like now!
Shaking his head, Wang Xiazi turned his eyes upward.
Dusk is like fire. In the western sky, the sunset glow is wanzhang, and the clouds are rolling. It has a great and magnificent spirit.
Wang Xiazi vaguely remembered something, but for a while and a half, he couldn't recall it clearly.
Just then, the sky suddenly changed. In the southwest, a cloudy cloud floated, and the waves in the cloud fluctuated. Then the sound of "Hua Hua La" came, and large pieces of hail fell from the cloud and hit the mountain boundary.
As early as the elder drove the crane to guard the southwest. As soon as the hail fell, the elder soared into the clouds and drove the crane, chanted words in his mouth, and threw a magic instrument big net to hold the hail. After a while, the hail was over and turned into ice water in the net. The elder also drove the crane and flew.
"Countless sages!"
The disciples of the empty mountain world who witnessed all this saluted to the sky one after another. The elder's move saved at least the creatures ten miles away from the southwest of the mountain boundary. His merit is boundless!
Among the people, only Xia Wang was numb. A picture emerged in his mind: a young man in linen robes stood near the building, looked into the distant sky, and said faintly: "clouds run through the middle of the sky, a rainbow comes to the west, and there will be a hail in the Southwest of the mountain boundary tomorrow night."
Profound and unfathomable, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.
"Am I not dreaming, nor are the Luo Maoren bragging in my dream..." Wang Xiazi said to himself.
The picture in my memory goes forward: LV Ping, the younger martial brother of the outside school, suddenly shot, showing his skills that he did not lose to the four leading figures. But he was defeated by Luo Chuan's understatement. Wang Xiazi still remembers the feeling of that punch, just like the emperor in cloth, boundless domineering!
Looking at Luo Chuan walking quietly in the sarcasm on the Dao Yan fighting field, Xia Wang was motionless, his face was stiff, but his heart had fallen into hysterical madness.
If what happened yesterday is really not a dream, the luomao people have endured and precipitated for more than a year. No one knows that there is such a terrible existence in the red maple forest on the top of the mountain!
He is like a sting dragon, lurking under the eyes of everyone, despised and underestimated by everyone.
Wang Xiazi's heart gradually calmed down. His first reaction was the same as yesterday. He just felt that there must be a lot of Yin *! But then, Wang Xiazi felt wrong.
If he really has some Yin *, the elders can't be unaware and let him stay in the mountain boundary.
Anyway, the Romo must be a hidden expert.
Wang Xiazi suddenly found that except LV Ping, only he knew the truth of Luo Chuan.
This is his advantage and opportunity!
It is clear that he has seen the immortal gate and the road of immortality, but he has been rejected because of his talent. The so-called external disciples, to put it bluntly, are the attendants of the immortal family and the Hercules who watch the mountain run errands.
However, who is willing to be an external disciple for a lifetime?
Over the past year, every word Luo Chuan and Wang Xiazi said echoed in their ears, including those "give you Kung Fu wine".
Today may be the craziest day for Wang Xiazi in 25 years, or it may be because he didn't wake up.
In the strange eyes of the external disciples around, Wang Xiazi rushed forward without hesitation, quickly caught up with Luo Chuan, nodded and bowed, and said attentively, "elder martial brother Luo! Dabi signs up in the main hall in autumn! Go, younger martial brother will take you."
In an instant, Wang Xiazi became the focus of the public.
Luo Chuan looked at Wang Xiazi with a smile.
Wang Xiazi's face turned red. He only felt that Luo Chuan had seen through his mind.
The inner and outer disciples looked at Wang Xiazi with idiot eyes, and the outer disciples who came with Wang Xiazi were so open that they could swallow their fists. Wang Xiazi trembled slightly. He didn't know whether he was nervous or excited.
In addition to the inner and outer disciples in the Yandao arena, there are also a group of people watching Luo Chuan. Compared with the inner and outer disciples, the main peak disciples on the second floor of the main hall are much quieter, but their eyes are thought-provoking, narrow, playful and superior.
Only a few people are different.
Tang Yan'er, the true disciple of Cuizhu peak, ranked 26th. She nibbled her lips and looked slightly in a trance.
Yin Chen, the true disciple of Cuizhu peak, ranked 19th. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to shout something, but he was stifled by himself.
LV Boya, the true disciple of the Golden Summit, ranked fourth. His eyes at Luo Chuan were particularly complex, grateful, sympathetic and a little confused.
Huo Jun, the true disciple of heilongfeng, ranked second. Since Luo Chuan appeared, his fist has not been loosened until now.
"Yan'er, he is the Luo Chuan you have been talking about?" Xiang Shaoyu took Tang Yan'er's expression change into the bottom of his eyes and his eyes coagulated.
"Yes." Tang Yan'er said faintly.
"Oh? It seems to be very ordinary," Xiang Shaoyu smiled.
"Very ordinary?" Tang Yan'er raised her eyebrows and glanced sideways at Xiang Shaoyu: "don't forget that he brought back the Dharma you have practiced for half a year from Wuhua city."
Xiang Shaoyu was speechless and his face was slightly ugly.
"I can't imagine that Chen Yusheng, Yue Qun, Huang Yazi and Guan Lushan were all folded in his hands. Chen Yusheng and Yue Qun were killed by him." Yan Daoming held a gun in both hands and smiled.
"If you had experienced his peak period and witnessed those wars with your own eyes, you would never laugh so easily." Lv Boya said. After more than a year of precipitation, his previous jump was swept away, and the whole person had an "quiet" temperament.
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(sorry, it's too late again. I was going to lock the code in the code software for 40 minutes in the afternoon and write it down. When I saw so many tickets today, I jumped carefully and shook my hand. I accidentally added an extra zero and locked it for 400 minutes. I didn't get out of the computer until now. Sure enough, the crab fell in love with it. I will resolutely set the automatic update tomorrow and say goodbye to the drag Yan! So rest assured and vote boldly ~)