Unexpectedly, he would answer like this. Huan Xiang was stunned for a moment, then straightened his face and reprimanded solemnly: "What are you talking about? Mingxuan? Have you forgotten all the rules?"
After being furious for a few seconds, he changed the subject, "How could I have an unmotivated son like you?"
"There are more direct descendants from other sects than one after another. You established your foundation at the age of fifteen and became famous at a young age. However, after you joined the Changming Sect, you were severely suppressed by the people of the Yueqing Sect. You know what they say about our Ming family outside. ?"
Mingxuan originally lowered his eyes, but after hearing these words, his mood finally changed a little, "Really?"
The father's words in front of him were not without harshness. Just standing there made him uncomfortable.
"I'm so sorry, it didn't look like what you expected." The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and when he passed by, a talisman was lightly attached to the figure in front of him, "But actually -"
"I don't plan to change it either."
As he said these words, the talisman ignited flames and the phantom disappeared.
He had seen trials like this too many times.
There is no difficulty at all.
Mingxuan came out the fastest. He stretched and looked at the fabricated scene in front of him. Not to mention it was quite real. He couldn't break the formation immediately and had to wake up a few other people. Mingxuan was bored and wandering around. The illusory array in front of me quickly went around and found Song Hansheng's figure in the illusory array.
It seems that the nightmare of a genius is nothing more than a few, the family's expectations and the sect's expectations.
The phantom formation constructed the inside of Yue Qing Sect, and Song Hansheng faced the elders of Yue Qing Sect.
The old man kept chattering, using depressing language: "Is this the future heir of our Yue Qing Sect like you?"
"You are so bad, what can you do?"
"If you leave the sect, you will only be treated like trash." His tone was condescending and pitiful, "How pitiful."
Mingxuan walked closer and looked at Song Hansheng's silent appearance. He slammed the table, which frightened Song Hansheng. He looked up and saw the intruder, looking a little confused.
Mingxuan: "What are you doing? Playing?"
The old man was choked. He had never seen such a careless and unqualified person come in. He said coldly, "Why don't you report it to someone?"
"A disciple like you." He looked mean and glanced at the other person with his usual critical eyes, "If you pick any direct disciple at random, they are better than you. There are so many direct disciples in the past and present, and you are definitely the one with the lowest talent."
"If I were you, I would have been ashamed and consciously relinquished my identity as a direct successor."
Mingxuan waved his hand and smiled: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I don't do it personally, it doesn't make much money to work hard for half a day at a time."
"Speaking of which, my family is quite rich." He held his chin, "How about this, elder, how about you call me daddy? Then we will be the disciples and grandsons of the Ming family. When you die, I can still let my daddy I’ll buy you the best cemetery.”
"..."
There was a moment of silence.
The elder gradually realized that this man was not normal, so it was better not to offend him first.
So the elder decided to ignore Mingxuan, turned around and continued to give Song Hansheng psychological hints Ruoyouruowu, "I have a son at your age who has easily reached the Nascent Soul stage."
"What?!" Mingxuan's voice suddenly rose, "Is your son so good? Then you think I look pretty good, how about I go on a blind date with him? To be honest, elder, I don't want to work hard anymore. "
"..."
In just a few words, the elder broke his guard.
Completely broken defense.
He pointed to the door: "Get out of here."
Mingxuan smiled: "Eh? Are you really not thinking about it?"
"Get out of here."
The high and low voices of the two men jolted Song Hansheng out of his trance.
Song Hansheng looked at the scene in front of him: "..."
Ah, they are indeed the devils of Changming Sect.
Song Hansheng sometimes really envies the atmosphere of the Changming Sect. After all, these people get sick from time to time and seem much happier than them.
The ancestors who were observing them in the dark all fell silent.
First there was Xue Yu, and then there was Ming Xuan. Has the Chang Ming Sect finally gone crazy this year?
…
The ancient forest is full of dangers. Occasionally, there will be monks who have been exiled to this place or who can't get out. Qin Huai, Zhou Xingyun, and Ye Qinghan are the focus of the ancestors' investigation.
Basically, as long as they pass the test, these three swordsmen will be the heirs to inherit their mantles in the future.
Three days passed by in a flash, and the sword cultivators basically all got their own opportunities, but these three people were silent. As expected, they would be left behind by the ancestors for inheritance.
They had to pass a trial before inheriting the inheritance. All three of them fainted and fell to the ground. The trial must have been arranged.
"Don't disturb the trial of the three of them." The gentle voice of the ancestor of the Bishui Sect sounded, reminding them in a gentle and gentle manner, "You eight, come here to protect the law."
"Remember not to let anyone disturb you."
Ye Qiao understands, then someone will definitely stop them next.
She asked a few sword spirits to stay in place to guard the three people. After sensing the unfamiliar aura, she said, "Let's go. Go deal with them."
To be honest, there were a bit too many people this time.
They all took the opportunity to interfere with the three people's trial. In a place like this ancient forest, the strong dominate the territory. There should be many strong people who have been taught by the ancestors or seniors of the five sects.
Therefore, it is not ruled out that he has a grudge against the Five Sects and came here on purpose after hearing the noise.
It may also be that the seniors came here specifically to test their respective strengths after receiving the inheritance.
Seeing that there were at least a dozen people, Chu Xingzhi drew his sword and said, "Let's lure them away."
"Okay." Ye Qiao replied briefly, "I'll guard it."
While Ye Qiao and Chu Xingzhi were chatting, they had already secretly prepared a sword formula in their hands. A wind blade flew past quickly and silently broke the mustard bags on their waists. A second before the mustard bags fell, Mu Zhongxi and Zhu You all took action, snatched their mustard seed bags and ran away.
"Walk."
When the mustard bag was taken away, the group was furious and began to chase Mu Chongxi and Zhu You frantically.
Most of the people were missing, and Chu Xingzhi blocked their way forward: "Your opponent will be me next."
The direct descendants did a good job in dividing the work.
This kind of tacit understanding cannot be cultivated overnight. I asked the Sword Sect ancestor Nahan: "It seems that they get along very well in the competition?"
"Hi, senior." Ye Qiao calmly held the Feixian Sword. The man in front of her was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, maybe even the late stage. She was no match for her.
It's not easy to hit from the front, nor is it good from the side.
Ye Qiao was just testing whether to hit him in the back. As soon as his thoughts changed, the inheritance of the prediction system quickly showed the man's next move in front of his eyes. Ye Qiao immediately stopped hesitating and raised the tip of the sword to form the Feng Zong sword technique. The shadow of the sword was strange. Unpredictable and vicious, he used subtle sword movements to pick out four different sword styles in an instant and pin the man firmly under his hand.
She was too caught off guard when she drew her sword. The man was stunned for a few seconds. A junior actually pressed him down and hit him?
He was happy, "What's your name?"
Ye Qiao smiled: "Guess?"
As she spoke, she pressed the sword harder. The senior didn't react at all. She flipped the sword and knocked him to the ground. The moment the man landed, Ye Qiao mercilessly kicked him on the buttocks, sending him flying several times. meters away.
There is no shame in fighting with any means. Anyway, Ye Qiao's mission today is to prevent this senior from disturbing the trial of these three people.
The man was angry and laughing,
Shamed.
How dare a junior... dare to kick him so shamelessly.
The man gathered spiritual energy in his hand, aimed it at her position, and blasted it down. The surging spiritual energy overflowed, and several balls of light hit her face hard.
Ye Qiao relied on her ability to predict and dodge left and right to avoid the opponent's attacks in advance. She kept getting closer to the man and then suddenly raised her feet to prepare for action.
The man noticed that her eyes were aimed at his crotch, his breathing paused slightly, and he subconsciously tightened his grip. Ye Qiao made a feint, and the Feixian Sword pierced his vital part.
Predicting what would happen in the next second, Ye Qiao dodged in advance after finishing the stab, narrowly avoiding the opponent's bombardment.
A large crater was opened in the ground, and his vision was blocked. The man completely realized that this direct descendant had no shame.
The key point is, how can such a fucking serious person make such a fuss and stare at someone's crotch? It's shameless, isn't it?
He was not going to waste time with her. With the action of drawing the sword, the feeling of oppression became even more intense. "It turns out that you got the inheritance of prediction. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. If you are at the Nascent Soul stage, then I really need it." Weigh it."
"You dare to stop me even in the later stage of Jindan."
He snorted coldly and gritted his teeth: "Today I will let you, a brat, understand what it means to be a man of heaven and earth."
Ye Qiao's sword was still stained with blood. She turned slightly to one side, and the sword light was filled with a deep chill. She raised her eyes and said, "Wait, I know you want to beat me up, but at least you have to wait until they finish getting the inheritance, right?" "
"If you force it."
"I'll just kneel down and beg you."
"..."
Why is this man talking so much?
Ye Qiao took advantage of the moment when he was choked and quickly threw out all the defensive talismans and defensive magic weapons in his hands to save his life.
If I can't beat you, why can't I disgust you?
Chengfeng Sect's wind knife is very easy to use. When combined with the Qingfeng Jue, it forms densely packed small knives and cuts through people's clothes, tearing them into tatters.
Ye Qiao made another seal, and Lei Linggen transformed into a short silver dragon, which went straight to the man's head and blew his hair into an afro.
Ye Qiao knew how to anger a swordsman with a hot temper. Now, all the experience of Ye Qinghan and Zhou Xingyun disappeared. All he could think about was: You little bastard, die!
Maintaining a distance like this, Ye Qiao and him flew kites one after another. She slipped away quickly, and her inheritance of precognition was even more powerful. She bumped into the formation on the left, and stepped into the killing formation under the cloth on the right.
A dignified senior swordsman of a generation was fooled around by a junior.
But senior sword cultivators can make many mistakes, but Ye Qiao makes one mistake and it's gone. She didn't escape this time and was caught red-handed. She was thrown to the ground and rolled on the spot. The sword light split the ground brutally. The power made Ye Qiao swallow.
"Senior. It's not practice to ask anyone for training. Otherwise, don't bother them. I also have a field."
She quickly turned over, smiled and spread her hands, spreading light green light to show him her domain, "How about you try it with me?"
field?
Hearing these words, the man was shocked. When he came over to find out what was going on, Ye Qiao suddenly closed her palms and punched the person away. She did not hold back her fist at all. If the sneak attack is successful, it will at least keep him unable to get up for a long time.
Shameless! Shameless! !
The senior who was knocked away lay in the pit holding his bleeding nose, his head was buzzing and he couldn't react for a long time.
Then he laughed, and was made to laugh alive.
She is so brave.
"It's so mean." The ancestor of Chengfeng Sect sighed slowly, this was so mean to his heart.
"Which sect's disciples are so brave?"
He provokes and resorts to tricks again and again, but still succeeds every time. He is a rare talent.
"The one from the Chang Ming Sect seems to be named Ye Qiao."
The Bishui Sect discovered a problem, "How come everyone in the Changming Sect is so talented recently?"
The ancestor of the Yue Qing Sect snorted coldly and said, "Those from the Wenjian Sect are honest and arrogant." Especially Ye Qinghan was too proud of the capital. Maybe even geniuses have a temper.
"The one from Cheng Feng Sect is vicious and cruel."
"He's from the Changming Sect." He was silent for a while, then choked out a sentence to sum up: "He has no quality and is shameless!"
