Chapter 6 The battle for enlistment

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In the Qingxu Hall, eight disciples were brought to the Lord of the Peaks to stand and stand two feet apart.

Ji Keqing and other well-qualified sixty disciples have their own destinations. They are looking aside, with a smile on their faces.

Every important figure of Feng Feng, such as Wen Renmu, was also present.

Xi slowly said, “I ’ll wait for you to go up the mountain hard and be commendable, but unfortunately I have many disciples of Xujian Sect, most of which have no seats available. I decided to discuss that only the eight peaks are still free , Accept a disciple. “

As soon as the eight people heard it, their hearts suddenly relaxed, but they didn’t know which peak they were going to enter, but they couldn’t help it.

Xi Fang looked around at eight people and said, “Eight of you, you have the same qualifications and cultivation. Now Yu Rongfeng, Bazhanfeng, Huanghuafeng, Hongxiufeng, North Yanfeng, South Yanfeng, Hui Shi Feng and Xi Zhufeng each have a seat. According to the usual practice, they capture the flag and worship. “

As soon as the voice fell, I saw the eight disciples dispersed, inserting / inserting a azure flag in the small holes on the eight pillars in the hall, and writing the name of the peak veins.

Xi Fang said: “Whoever grabs the banner of which peak can enter this peak.”

Any gifted disciple naturally wants everyone, but the eight are of average qualifications and cannot fight. The last few disciples in the past were barely accepted in the door, all of them captured the flag and worshiped. These people are not good because they are cumbersome. Instead of forcing them to distribute to each peak, it is better to look at their wishes. If they have an acquaintance who cares at which peak, it saves them from taking care of teaching.

At this time, a man in white and a man in Tsing Yi came into the Qingxu Hall, not afraid to disturb Xi Fang, and stood side by side.

A disciple standing next to him whispered, “Brother Liu and Brother Jun, why are you here? None of your masters have arrived yet.”

The two are Liu Qianmo and Jun Yanzhi.

Liu Qianmo glanced at the back of eight new disciples, and his eyes paused on Wen Jing: “The patriarch Xi sent someone to call me and said he would give me Hui Shifeng a new disciple today.” >

“That’s one of these eight people.” The disciple laughed, “Did your master just ignore it? Why do you suddenly want to accept a new disciple?”

Liu Qianmo is silent. At present, Hui Shifeng has only nine disciples. However, after three years of group meetings, each peak will send ten disciples to compete. As the big disciple of Hui Shifeng, he was worried and thought that it was not a way to think about it. He finally secretly begged the prince Xi a few days ago. This time the mountain door was wide open and he assigned a disciple to Hui Shifeng.

Since it is appointed, the qualifications of the disciples will not be very good …

Well, can’t he just pick him?

The disciple laughed softly: “Wait for the one you took away, I’m afraid to cry.”

Liu Qianmo was furious, but couldn’t say anything.

I’m here today to disciple. Don’t care about him, don’t get angry.

It’s just the back of that boy, much like the road Jing of Qingquan Village …

Jun Yan looked at Lu Jing faintly, but thought that he just turned around.

The two eyes meet, and the young boy stares blankly at him.

Liu Qianmo laughed: “It really is road Jing …”

He looked at the expression of the boy, and then looked at Jun Yanzhi’s frown, and whispered softly, “Uh, this silly boy seems to adore you. You might as well sacrifice the color and let him come in willingly. Our face looks better too.

Jun Yanzhi hurriedly shifted the topic: “Master brought in the tenth disciple, do you think how to explain it to Master?”

Liu Qianmo’s face sank: “It was appointed by the Sect Master, what can Master say. If Master does not want to accept him as an apprentice, I will accept him as an apprentice.”

… At most, isn’t it just a few days of confinement … why remind him now and make him uncomfortable.

“Liu Qianmo and Jun Yanzhi never thought that the road jing that they had accidentally saved in Qingquan Village that day was actually the rare body of Sanyang for a thousand years. The peaks of the peaks were contested by each other, and they were eventually held by Tianheng The peak was closed. Liu Qianmo was worried that there would not be enough ten people in the summit meeting three years later, and asked Xi Fang to assign a disciple to Hui Shifeng. Everyone was unwilling to grab their flag. I was willing to go down this mountain, and finally took the banner of Hui Shifeng and followed Liu Qianmo. “

—— From Chapter XIII of The Robbery of All Living Beings.

Wen Jing touched his nose, knowing that no one would **** the banner of Hui Shifeng with him.

Lu Yunfei can’t wait to ascend to heaven in one step, but he is desperate to go to Hui Shifeng.

Yiqing Xu disciple said in a loud voice: “Limited to one column, start!”

Eight people didn’t have much time to think, and rushed out immediately.

The atmosphere was lively at once. Everyone in the Qingxu Hall smiled and talked softly, just like watching a movie, paying attention to the movement of these eight people.

Of the eight, three rushed to Yu Rongfeng under the seat of the seat. The two rushed to the most wealthy eight cut peaks, immediately scuffled together, and the battle was fierce. One person did not like fighting, and went quietly to Hsiaochu Peak. No one scrambled with him and took down the banner. You Si stood for a while, not panic, took the banner of Bei Yanfeng and held it in his hand.

Wen Jing chuckled in his heart and rushed towards Hui Shifeng.

Someone in the crowd whispered, and his tone seemed quite surprised: “Look, someone grabs the banner of Hui Shifeng.”

Liu Qianmo was ecstatic, and said quietly to Jun Yan: “Your stupid kid really wants to come to us!”

Jun Yanzhi said calmly, “That’s not my silly boy.”

Liu Qianmo ignored him, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and stared at Wen Jing’s every move.

Wen Jing has never learned the technique, he is young and too low. He looked up at the high flag on the pillar, jumped a few times out of reach, and made everyone laugh. Fortunately, no one came to **** the flag, so he hugged the pillar, stepped on the stone sculpture above, and climbed up little by little.

Liu Qianmo looked anxious and secretly encouraged him.

At this moment, a gray figure suddenly appeared, leaping up and holding the flag handle. Wen Jing was frightened, “Ah”, and in a panic, grabbed the azure flag, and fell down with the boy in gray at the same time.

The boy in gray clothes said angrily, “Give me the flag!” A green light could not help but say to Wen Jing.

Wen Jing crawled and leaped, hurriedly dodging, avoiding the blow with extreme thrill, still holding the flag.

In the Qingxu Hall, everyone’s jaws have almost fallen.

Some young disciples talk softly.

“There were two people fighting for Hui Shifeng’s banner. What happened today?”

“Aren’t you afraid to avoid it?”

“No one grabs Hong Xiufeng.”

Liu Qianmo is unbelievable, with a complex mood, distressed by Wen Jing, and overjoyed.

… Someone even scrambled to enter his Hui Shifeng.

Among the eight peaks, the flag of Liufeng has been snatched. Wen Jing and this gray disciple snatched Hui Shifeng’s banner, but only Hong Xiufeng was unattended.

Hong Xiufeng has a long history. The first peak was the disciple most valued by the Qing Xuzi. However, he was framed and killed because of cannibalism. For thousands of years, Hong Xiufeng seemed to have been tricked by the sky, and his talents were withered and no improvement.

Zhao Ningtian, the head of the peak, is a short and fat man, with his eyes narrowed at this moment.

Liu Qianmo said to Jun Yan: “Uncle Zhao loves face, no one wants to go to his red show, I think he is going to be angry.”

Jun Yan said nothing.

Sure enough, Zhao Ningtian snorted coldly, his fat body suddenly jumped into the air, grabbed the flag of Hong Xiufeng, clicked, broke the flag handle and threw it to the ground.

Wen Jing shouted to the boy in gray clothing: “What are you going to Hui Shifeng?”

“Hui Shifeng? You lie to me less!” the gray-haired boy exasperated. Fang Caiyu Rongfeng’s banner was not grabbed. At a glance, Liuzhang had been snatched, and a literati asked for it. The boy was climbing on the pillar. He was already panicked, and thought that the banner that was ignored was Hui Shifeng, so he came to grab it.

“You see clearly! This is Hui Shifeng’s!”

“Nonsense!”

Nevertheless, the boy in gray still uneasily unfolds the flag.

He cursed, let go of the flag handle, and turned towards another pillar.

Wen Jing hurriedly held the flag in his arms and unfolded the crumpled flag.

The gray-clad boy ran a few steps, but saw that the pillar was empty, and that the “Red Show” banner was cut off by a handle on the ground, and the owner was no longer visible. He paused, panic-stricken, and ran back anxiously to **** Wen Jing’s flag.

Shitless! Wen Jing hugged the flag.

If there is no flag, you cannot enter the Qingxu Sect. The gray-clad boy yelled and issued a fierce green light, which is the lowest-level attack method, light-stabbing.

“Lu Jing, watch out!” shouted not far.

“Oh!” Wen Jing screamed.

He can’t do anything at all. How can he defend him? !!

While terrified in his heart, Wen Jing clutched her head and dodged desperately, but when she saw that Green Light couldn’t hit him again, he struck at him again without mercy.

When will it end?

At this moment, a Qingxu doorman said loudly: “A pillar of incense has arrived, it’s over!”

The disciple almost burst into tears when he heard this, and his moves were more violent, anxious to put Wen Jing to death.

Wen Jing was screaming terribly. His shoulder was accidentally hit by the green light, and there was a sudden pain.

Escaping his life without regard to his image, Wen Jing crawled up and down, causing some people to whisper.

While there, a white light suddenly lit up beside me, and the disciple in grey clothes exclaimed.

Wen Jing looked intently, a cyan figure stood in front of himself, silent like a breeze, blocking all the tricks of the young boy in gray: “This little brother, you have to deal with others.”

Liu Qianmo hurriedly said in a loud voice: “Sect master Qi Hui, the flag bearer of Hui Shifeng has come out! Please decide the master!”

Xi Fang glanced at the gentle and elegant man in Tsing Yi, and his long voice spread through the Qingxu Temple: “The victory has been determined, so you don’t need to grab it again.”

Wen Jing quickly stood up holding the flag, patted the dust on his body, touched his shoulders, and peach blossoms appeared on his face.

The boy in the gray suit stayed in place, bowed his head for a while, and cried.