Chapter 42: Why should I bear tolerate it

"Ha ha!"

Looking at the proud smiling face of the man with a national character face, Ye Rong had an unknown evil fire rushing into his heart.

When did I become so scrupulous? When I drew my sword from the Shushan Swordsman, I fought thousands of miles, and I would go where did I chase my opponent to death? Where did I dare to block the sword in front of a large gang, and where would I kill my leader?

Is it really a change in life and the pressure of reality that has worn away one's edges and corners?

Ye Rongchang laughed and said, "I really thought about it. What should I worry about in this kind of mixed fish? It's just a native chicken and a tile dog."

It was not only me who became formal disciples in Qingcheng Sect, but also the short old man Zhu Mei lineage, who must have accepted disciples, but these people did not dare to yell, but because that person was the top strongman during the internal test, it was normal to have such an encounter. And as a new rookie climbed to their heads, he couldn't stand it.

As long as they have strong strength and put aside these people far away and prove that they are worthy of the position of formal disciples, these people will naturally suppress their greed.

In a scroll of Taixuan Bingpo Sword, a cold sword light forced the four people close to him to open. The man with a national face seemed to see a sharp sword soaring into the sky breaking out of the ground.

"Get away with me in a round way."

Ye Rong raised his sword eyebrows and said lightly. As the sword pointed, these people were all panicked and made way for the others. When he really showed such a tough attitude, the onlookers stopped and stopped clamoring.

"You sword reigns and prosperity, you just want to leave like this. Wouldn't you give us an explanation?"

"Do you want to explain? OK, come to the sword competition field on Hanxiu Peak to find me. I think I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

The sword competition field is an occasion for skill competition among sect disciples. The defeated side will not be punished with any death. It is a good place to resolve disputes and confrontation.

However, only formal disciples can use it in the sword competition field. Ye Rong said this so that he would not give the man with a national face any face any face at all. It is obvious that even if he becomes a formal disciple, he would still be able to kill him.

"A sword withered and prosperous, my kind-hearted young man is here to challenge you and have done a game on this platform. Even if you are a formal disciple, I am not afraid and want to vent my anger for the majority of brothers."

"I'm going, why do I hear that I've become an unforgivable evil man!"

Killing a registered disciple will deduct double merit. Ye Rong can still bear this consequence. Letting this person will not be of any benefit to his reputation. Instead, he will end up being a weak and incompetent person who dares not even challenge the registered disciple.

The reputation of evil is extremely fierce, but it is also a reputation, right?

"Okay, since I'm so anxious to reincarnate and die, let me help you."

There must be players who can beat him on the other side. Ye Rong has not yet been arrogant to that level, but a strong man of that level will definitely not sigh at an introductory task among these Qingcheng's famous disciples, and he is helpless.

The surrounding players consciously gave up a large open space. As a sword-like venue, watching the fun is indeed everyone's nature and cannot be avoided.

The flying sword that the kind-hearted young man was carrying had two blades on his back, with barbs, which looked very vicious and vicious. At the same time, there was a gray and black demonic aura between his hands, and he actually practiced an evil Taoist book.

"This man is so brave. He actually entered Qingcheng after practicing an evil sect's mind method. Although our Qingcheng is not as jealous as Emei and is fierce in his actions, it is not the righteous sect. It seems that today I am going to clean up the portal and kill this evil sect demon."

Ye Rong was muttering to himself, looking at the kind-hearted young man's position, he was indeed a bit powerful and not a novice.

The strange-shaped flying sword protects the whole body tightly, can attack or defend without any flaws, and can react as fast as possible when facing attacks from any angle.

"Boss Dongliu, what do you think, who will win?"

He asked anxiously when the skin was standing in front of him had already returned, and he was standing aside to watch the battle.

"The kind-hearted young student was one of our seven disciples during the internal test. He was famous among several games before, and he must not be underestimated in terms of operation. Although your friend has become a formal disciple, his time is still short. I am afraid that he may not be able to practice Qingcheng Qi Refining Art to the depth, and the power it can exert is limited."

Dongliu Kuramizu is a mature man in his thirties. His short stubbornness adds a bit of heroic temperament to him.

"Yi Jian Ku Rong? I don't seem to have heard of this name before. I guess he is a newcomer. The flying sword weapon on the kind-hearted young actor is not bad. He probably won't have any advantages in this regard. Then the skills of the two are the key. In this way, it seems that it is difficult for your friends to gain benefits."

Dongliu Cangshui shook his head gently. He said this, but he was not optimistic about Ye Rong's performance.

"This kind-hearted young student didn't know where to learn this Xuanyin Heart Sutra. The power of this kind-hearted young student is not under the Qingcheng Qi Refining Art. He also has the advantage of adding various negative effects such as blood damage, mental disorders, true qi decline, etc. Moreover, among our seven disciples, the kind-hearted young student is the most cautious. If he is not sure of winning, he will not challenge him at all."

"Brother, why are there so many people surrounding them? Who wants to compare the sword?"

A girl in the palace dress walked over lightly. The clothes just showed her plump shoulders and white shoulders. Her voice was like a yellow oriole singing, crisp and pleasant.

The petite face, delicate facial features, a bit of a mixed-race look, and delicate and fair skin like goat milk curd. The extremely contrast between the cute faces of a doll is a pair of slender and excessively jade legs, slender and straight. Under the light blue palace dress, the round and squinted breasts are outlined, which is not as swelling as the chest, but it can be called a full grip.

It really reflects the description of the baby face and big breasts, bright eyes and white teeth, which attracted several men's eyes to float towards her.

"Xiao Lu, you are here. What does your master say? But will you help you pass the introductory task?"

The young girl in Dongliu Cangshui was lucky and was directly attracted by Lu Linggu, but she only skipped the trial task and the introductory task was still to be carried out. Master Ye Rong is one of the heads of Qingcheng, so he could naturally avoid the introductory task. Lu Linggu himself is only a disciple of the first and third generations, and he is not a senior brother like Chen Taizhen and Ji Deng, but he has no power.

"No, Master said, it's the limit to help me change the introductory task to the simplest one, and the next one depends on myself."
Chapter completed!