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- The ghost king Sun dodged left and right, but couldn't escape Zhao Jinming's palm. He was suddenly cornered and cursed: "You son of a bitch, if you have the ability, stab me to death with a sword!"
Zhao Jinming's expression was calm, but his heart was very restless, and he thought: "Dare to poach the corner of my Zhao Jinming's wall, your courage is really fattening you!"
However, the reason why Zhao Jinming didn't kill Ghost King Sun with his sword was because Ghost King Sun had the idea of ??recruiting disciples, so he didn't directly kill Bai Suzhen. Otherwise, when he rushed over, he would collect Bai Suzhen's body.
"It's not that easy to want to die!"
Zhao Jinming's voice was not loud, but to Ghost Wangsun's ears, it was shocking news. He wished his parents would give him two more legs, so he could run as far as he could.
Having said that, Zhao Jinming started to get serious. Seeing him making a tactic with both hands, nine blue lightsabers suddenly appeared around Ghost King Sun, and then bloomed like petals, then suddenly shrank, and directly imprisoned Ghost King Sun in a blue cage.
Unable to break free, the ghost king and sun yelled anxiously: "When I go out, I will chop you into pieces, and there will be no bones left to eat."
"I'll fuck you, uncle. I'll kill you all when I escape from birth."
"The men chop up and feed the dogs, while the women rape and then kill."
"Noisy!"
Zhao Jinming suddenly sneered, and the ghost king Sun shut up immediately, stopped cursing, and obediently became his grandson.
A man can bend and stretch.
As long as you don't die, there will always be a chance to escape.
It's just that he couldn't figure it out, this well-planned killing game was lost no matter what, and he didn't get any advantage.
Lost.
Not to mention the loss of soldiers and generals, but also put his old bones into it.
Stupid.
Damn it, my brain was kicked by a donkey, and I want to take the Qingcheng pie?
The ghost king Sun has a thousand calculations, and he sharpened his head, but he didn't expect that besides the old bastard Yuxuzi, the head of the Qingcheng sect, there is such a young master of the fairyland, and he is playing with him.
Damn it, it was still set up by someone!
Sorry.
I really should go out and find a Taoist priest to count a good life, so as not to see the blood on the days when the blood is forbidden, it will not be a bad luck for eight lifetimes.
Zhao Jinming shook his right hand lightly, and Ghost King Sun was held in his palm, unable to break free.
Bai Suzhen looked up at Zhao Jinming who was standing in the sky, and had to admit that the Qingcheng faction really was Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
Such a young master of the fairyland is really rare.
It seems that the background of the Qingcheng School is deeper than the imagination of the outside world.
Zhao Jinming looked at Bai Suzhen, with a gratified smile on his face. Being able to face such a strong man as Gui Wangsun and still be so calm, bought time for himself. This concentration is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
It seems that I did not misunderstand the person.
No, it's a demon.
Anyway, those old guys couldn't see her true identity. If Qingcheng sent a female sword cultivator with the identity of a demon cultivator, what an eye-opener it would be!
The more Zhao Jinming thought about it, the happier he became, as if he had finally found something very interesting to do, so that the days of practice would not be boring.
Although the two were far apart, Bai Suzhen still saw the smile on his face clearly.
He knows me?
Bai Suzhen murmured in her heart.
She has little contact with the Qingcheng faction, and at most she has a little contact with Cen Biqing.
"It can't be that person, right?" Bai Suzhen suddenly remembered the mysterious master who appeared in Baihua Valley.
When she looked up again, Zhao Jinming disappeared out of thin air, and Yu Jian returned to Jianfu Palace.
"Brother Bai, Brother Bai" Wei Wuyan ran all the way over, panting and shouting.
Only now did Bai Suzhen come to her senses, seeing that he was safe and sound, she felt relieved.
"What's going on over there?" Bai Suzhen asked.
"I heard that this time it was done by those demons. Alas, many people died in Wenxian Town." Wei Wuyan said with a little heartache.
Although Bai Suzhen was surprised by these scenes of life and death, the people who died were innocent after all, and she felt a little sad in her heart.
"Then tomorrow's selection meeting will still be held normally?"
Wei Wuyan said truthfully: "Tomorrow will be held normally. I also heard that those who survived this time are eligible to join the Qingcheng faction, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation for us."
Bai Suzhen frowned slightly, and said: "That is to say, the Qingcheng faction does not need to be selected, and all of them are accepted according to the order?"
"Yes. Is there any problem?" Wei Wuyan asked doubtfully.
theBai Suzhen still can't figure it out, why the Momen dared to besiege the Qingcheng faction this time despite the displeasure of the world?
Isn't this the rhythm of death? But they still chose to die.
As the saying goes, when things happen, there must be demons.
Where is this "monster"?
"Brother Bai, what are you thinking?" Wei Wuyan saw her in a daze.
Bai Suzhen smiled, and said: "Sure enough, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have future blessings. It is also something to be thankful for."
As soon as the voice fell, someone shouted: "Everyone, due to the sneak attack of the Demon Gate, you have caused a lot of damage. By the order of the leader, please come to the mountain gate to gather at midnight. Those who are late will be treated as abstainers." Please tell me in time!"
Wei Wuyan said excitedly: "Brother Bai, let's go there quickly. By the way, there are five veins in Qingcheng, which one should Brother Bai choose?"
Bai Suzhen asked back: "What about you?"
Wei Wuyan said longingly: "Naturally, it is the Patriarch Hall!"
"Any precision?"
Wei Wuyan had done enough homework before coming here, so he explained to Bai Suzhen: "The Qingcheng sect has five branches, the highest status is the Patriarch Hall, and the master of the hall, Yuwei Zhenren, is known as "Qingcheng is three feet of iron, light and cold are two." Known as the "Ten States", he has a high level of kendo attainment, which is rare in his life."
"Moreover, the heads of the Qingcheng School are usually from the Patriarch Hall. The remaining four veins, except Jianfu Palace, which has always been at the bottom, Chaoyang Cave, Shangqing Palace, and Changdao Temple. The overall strength of the three veins is not much different. If you don¡¯t want the Patriarch Hall, then choose among these three veins.¡±
"Then wish Brother Wei his wish come true!" Bai Suzhen clasped her fists and said.
Wei Wuyan knew that she was very skilled, if he hadn't made the move before, he might have died here, so why would he talk about a beginner disciple or something.
"Brother Bai's life-saving grace, I will never forget it. If you need my help in the future, you will definitely go through fire and water, and I will do it!"
Bai Suzhen smiled lightly and said, "Brother Wei has a heart, and a certain heart accepts it. It's not too late, let's hurry over."
Half an hour later, the square in front of the gate of the Qingcheng School was already crowded with people.
Everyone has a smile on their faces, and being able to enter the Qingcheng School without passing the examination, this kind of golden opportunity is simply a blessing from the previous life!
This kind of opportunity was indeed cultivated in the previous life! Otherwise, he would have died in the hands of those demons.
Bai Suzhen listened to the words of the people around her, as if the previous fight never happened at all.
Some people say that the memory of a fish is only seven breaths.
After seven breaths, it doesn't remember the past, and everything becomes new again.
And people's memory is sometimes as short as a fish, especially after experiencing great sorrow and joy, people's memory only stays on the "happy" side.
In front of the mountain gate, there were more than a dozen Qingcheng sect disciples lined up. They looked dignified and murderous, obviously they hadn't come out from the bloody storm before.
"Everyone, please be quiet!" A young man in blue shouted loudly.
Everyone heard the words, held their breath, and waited for the moment when fate came.
At this time, an old man walked out from behind the man in blue. The old man had white hair and beard, but his eyes were piercing and his spirit was still hale and hearty. He was holding a whisk and looked like a fairy.
"Everyone, this is the law enforcement elder of our Qingcheng faction - Master Qingyang."
Master Qingyang glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, today my Qingcheng faction opens its doors early to welcome the newcomers, and the reason must be clear. Now, I want to announce something to everyone. After getting started, there will be divisions between inner disciples and outer disciples. Only inner disciples are eligible to choose a master. The outer disciples will be taught by the elders of the sect. However, the outer disciples will be ranked in the top ten at the end of each year. Those who can become inner disciples."
"Dare to ask Master Qingyang, how to divide inner disciples and outer disciples?" Someone shouted.
Master Qingyang's gaze fell on that person, and said: "That's a very good question. Now, I'll tell you that the method is very simple, that is, whether you can get the approval of the sword spirit of this sect. If the sword spirit approves, then it is the inner sect. Disciple. If you don¡¯t agree, then you are an outer disciple.¡±
"Old man, are you finished?" As soon as Master Qingyang finished speaking, a golden light came galloping from the mountain.
? A young man in red suddenly appeared in front of everyone, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, with a cynical expression and a foolish look.
He is the sword spirit?
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