This way of appearance, the limit beyond the barren imagination of the outside disciples.

The two elders on the stage are well -informed, and they can't think of Zhao Yuping's plan to sing if they want to break their heads:

"Casino Zhao, what's the situation?"

Zhao Yuping has 10,000 wrongs.

Ji Heng, uncle usually treats you not thin, why can't you have a snack.

"Lifting the chairs later, let me put it down!"

Isn't it embarrassing enough? Zhao Yuping looked at it angrily.

Unfortunately, when the distance was too far, Zhao Jiheng's excitement of his uncle mistakenly thought that he was praised and waved loudly: "Put!"

The chair fell steadily, Song Qianji rubbed his eyebrows.

To what extent should young people be lazy to put a pad chair in the storage bag?

It can also be said that it will be lifted away.

"Brother Meng is back!" I don't know who shouted first, and more than a dozen outside disciples rushed to Mengheze instantly.

"Brother Meng, are you okay?" These people are usually helped by him, and the concern is overwhelming. "Have you been injured?"

Meng Heze drilled out of the cave, his crown was crooked, his robe was stained with mud and weeds, which was quite embarrassed.

Seeing this, everyone guessed that he had escaped in danger and looked at Zhao Jiheng's group of anger. Of course, he did not let go of the Song Qian machine on the lounge chair.

Zhao Jiheng was unwilling to show weakness, raised the hilt around his waist, and seven or eight people behind him held the sword.

It seems that as long as Meng Heze has a word, you can move your hands on both sides.

Meng Heze only laughed: "Regardless of his charm, Xingfeng, as long as Brother Song is here, I can be blessed because of disaster."

Everyone was confused.

Ha? Which Brother Song? Are you familiar with Song Qianji?

A female disciple who is well -known medical skills stands out: "Brother Meng, can you be injured? Let me see it."

She wanted to take Meng Heze away, first stay away from here, resolve such a tense and weird scene.

Meng Heze did not leave: "Brother Song is injured by saving me, I want to take care of him."

Zhao Jiheng refused to let people go.

So centered on Song Qian's lounge chair, dozens of outside disciples Wu Yan surrounded three laps. The two groups were alerting each other, and smoke permeated.

Zhao Yuping wanted to scrape the Song alive, Meng, but walked down the high platform with a smile and stood in a group of disciples outside to ensure that his words could spread far away:

"The dense hall is very worried about you! Just come back safely, you don't have to postpone the assessment this morning. According to me, let's start with Song Qianji."

Meng Heze's eyes seemingly kind, but in fact, the gaze of yin poison, a cold in his heart, refused to dodge, staring straight at Zhao Yuping.

Song Qianji smiled: "Thank you for your good intentions. Unfortunately, the disciples were injured accidentally last night, and they could only abstain."

Everyone was uproar.

"Song Luo said abstain? Am I heard it wrong?"

"Yes, he's life, this time Song San was really falling haha!"

"No! Rarely Zhao Care, Song Luo took the opportunity to ask for a bottle of elixir, not delaying him to play for a test."

As soon as this remark, many people felt reasonable. The serious injuries of the disciples of the outside door were hurting their bones. They were placed in the inner door but a small matter of elixir. In front of everyone, I wanted to come to Zhao's dense.

"Everyone whispered, don't provide ideas for Song Luo!"

The abandonment of the outer door is not rare. Every year, more than half of the people voluntarily give up the opportunity.

There is no ability to play, it is tantamount to taking self -humiliation. It is better to be a background audience and watch other people show their skills.

But no one expected that Song Qianji was willing to be an audience.

Whoever let him face does not look like the audience.

Zhao Jiheng leaned up slightly, held his hoe with his right hand, grabbed the armrest handrail with his left hand, and sneered in a low voice:

"What tricks do you want to play? If you can really give up the inner door, I can eat the chair!"

"Pap." Song Qian's sleeves brushed his sleeves and patted his palm away lightly: "Don't eat and drink here."

"You!" Zhao Jiheng was angry on his chest, "This is the chair of the grandfather!"

Meng Heze separated from the two and warned: "Don't touch Brother Song."

Zhao Jiheng jumped up, just spoke, and swallowed his stomach with swear words to Zhao Yuping's eyes, and his chest was undulating.

"Of course there is no problem abstant! It's not too much to take the test next year." Zhao Yuping still smiled, looking at the sky, sighed: "But you have been fifteen this year, and you should be sixteen next year. You are Xi Jian again.

Then enter the inner door in the age of the age, and the elder sword Xiu is willing to accept it? Fifteen to 16th, this year is only bad, sometimes it is different ... "

Song Qianji didn't talk, his eyes were thinking, but he was in carelessness.

In contrast, Meng Heze's face is getting heavier.

He knew that this was true. Those fairy family children, six years old to hold swords, seven years old to swords, eight -year -old "grinding sword bone".

"Sword Sword Bone" is generally guided by Master, and cooperate with the elixir and exercises to interfere with the growth of the bones and meridians from an early age. This growing root bone is more suitable for Xi Jian.

Brother Song has been fifteen. Delaying back, it will only be harder than day by day.

Zhao Yuping reached out, and the deacon of the deacon behind him was sensitive, and he found a small jade bottle and put it in his palm.

He turned the bottle and looked at it, and handed it up to the front of Song Qian:

"I can't bear to see the Pearl Mongolian dust. You are still young. If you don't know that some things are missed, you can't come back. Some roads go wrong, so you can't get back."

This is a meaningful suggestion. Zhao Yuping believes that Song Qian's function can understand ——

It doesn't matter if you regret it temporarily last night. I can never blame it before, and give you another chance.

The jade bottle is exquisite, shining shining under the sun.

Many outside disciples are jealous.

"‘ Yulu back to Yuandan ’! Who said Song Luo’ s life back, is n’t good luck? ”

Meng Heze is just as jealous.

The glory of the jade bottle fell in his eyes, like a little star fire.

The anger burned his eyes red.

Song Qianji was injured to save him, but he couldn't get half a good elixir. Even if the culprit was applied, he could only bear it.

No way to this, it is a gentleman!

Song Qianji raised his eyelids and looked around.

Zhao Yuping is a good means. If he is really fifteen years old, he has been coaxed by the slap and sweet jujube.

At this time, he was scolded at this time, and he interrogated the conviction and the whip was sent away.

In his life, he broke the can without desire, and he was paralyzed and sunny. He was warm and warm.

The "immortal spring" in the purple bottle of Zifu is full of vitality. The surrounding area of ​​Qing Qingshu and tender face was seen a long time ago, but I couldn't remember it.

Song Qianji slowly reached out, and the people around him couldn't wait to pick up Lingdan for him.

His fingers finally met the jade bottle, but pushed out:

"Casino Zhao, I have a good intention. But I am not fair to others. I want to enter the inner door with my own ability. If I miss the time because of my bone age, it is no chance of fairy, and I can't complain about others."

Unexpectedly, the square was silent.

Song Qianji refused?! Except for Menghe Ze, no one thought.

"Are you sick?" Zhao Jiheng was shocked, "Do you know what is in the bottle? You can't afford ten!"

This scene is amazing.

Many people's memories were awakened. When Song Qian was first came up the mountain, he refused to be a disciple of his disciples.

At that time, confident and proud, and the tall and erect teenager was now leaning on a lounge chair due to injuries, but he still did not think about it. He said the same thing.

You thought that he couldn't even flatten him for three years, and only gloomy and lonely, but his bones were still proud.

He still wants to take his ability.

He still wants to be fair.

Everyone's thoughts and this, the taste is mixed in their hearts.

Usually I can't get used to Song Luo, nor can I say ridiculous words, and mumble at most:

"This Songqian machine is hard."

Song Qianji is not hard. He can only pull out this reason, otherwise he cannot explain why he refused.

I really want to say that he doesn't want to cultivate immortals, and no one believes.

Zhao Yuping's pupils shrank slightly. He suddenly felt that he couldn't see the young man.
To be continued...