"The head of the sect is really a master of the world."

Yun Potian sincerely exclaimed.

Yun Jianghai was completely convinced this time.

My family knew about their family affairs. After Fan Jian tweeted, the father and son felt like they could see the blue sky through the clouds and mist.

Yun Jianghai was excitedly thinking: My Yun family’s ancestral sword technique has completed these hundred defects, which is definitely enough to become a first-class sword technique.

It’s just a pity that the eight defects remained, but the little master kept silent.

Think about it again, how I treated others before.

His face turned red.

He was about to die and was rescued by others.

As a result, he distrusts others in every way, and even suspects them, and secretly learns his own ancestral sword technique.

well!

It's all done by myself, no wonder the little leader of the sect.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Fortunately, my precious son, I worshiped them, just hope that he could secretly tell my son all the remaining eight defects. In this way, wouldn’t my ancestral sword technique be a perfect sword technique?

The fire of ambition in Yun Jianghai's heart is burning.

Now, Fan Jian has finished slapping everything in the face and punishing everything in the face. Next, no one dares to provoke him, let alone provoke him.

Fan Jian took Tang Long, Zhou Yan, and the newly harvested Yun Potian back to his tent with the smell of oil smoke.

The tent of the Heiyun Sect next door has been closed.

Zhang He, the elder of the Black Cloud Sect, left in shame with his disciples.

There is also the arrogant and domineering deputy leader of the White Tiger Sect, Wang Hu, who also got out with Niu Laosan.

Suddenly.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

In such a huge crowded square, two open spaces are vacant, showing the sign of the Sansi Yam Sect, which stands out in the crowd.

Fan Jian sat on the bench, continued to eat melon seeds and drink tea.

Tang Long stood beside him.

Fan Jian drank a glass, and he poured one.

Now, Tang Long feels a sense of crisis.

Before this.

Fan Jian was the only one who was the follower next to him, and now he suddenly had two more disciples.

One is a scholar with quick thinking and a good expression, and the other is the first sword genius in Fengming City. Both of them are very powerful, both literary and military.

But he has no skill, and he can flatter or flatter.

Therefore, Tang Long felt very stressed and full of crisis.

Next, Fan Jian gave the recruitment of disciples to Zhou Yan and Yun Potian.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

He asked Tang Long to go to the satin shop in the city and got Zhou Yan a long dress. Zhou Yan put it on her body, washed her face, and then combed her hair smoothly, and instantly turned into a scholar in green.

His dirty beggar's costume was thrown away by Tang Long.

But the book he carried with him was regarded as a treasure and kept it in his arms, and was inserted into his belt.

Fan Jian couldn't help but take a look again, and Zhou Yan wanted to bring the book.

After recruiting Yun Potian, Fan Jian was full of ambitions.

He set only one admission rule for Zhou Yan and Yun Potian: only recruit geniuses, not waste.

No matter which field you are in, as long as you are talented, you have the opportunity to enter the Sansi Yam Sect. Even if you can shit out, you can bring flowers. Congratulations, the door of the Sansi Yam Sect is open to you.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Even if you are the second sword genius in Fengming City, I’m sorry, we already have the first sword genius. You are the second sword genius, so stay wherever you are cool.

Once the admission rules of the Sansi Yam Sect were announced, they immediately caused an uproar in Fengming City.

"Fuck! Is it too arrogant? A sect who is not well-known and not well-known, actually recruits geniuses?"

"Yes, I'm very upbeat. Even if you are the second sword genius in Fengming City, I'm sorry, please get out. We already have the first sword genius here, and we don't need the second sword genius at all."

"It's too much to deceive people! He directly looked down on our Fengming City cultivation world. Such sects must be beaten to death!"

"Beat me to death? Do you dare? The head of the man is the savior of the martial saint Mu Yangzi. If you dare to touch the head of the man, just wait for the Longshan Sword Sect to raid the house and destroy the family."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Oh! He is so angry! How could we have ever suffered such a cowardly aura in Fengming City's cultivation world?"

Countless onlookers around glared at Fan Jian's tent.

If I hadn't been afraid of Yu Mu Yangzi's reputation, I was afraid that Fan Jian's tent, the greasy tent, would have been torn apart by them.

Perhaps in order to express dissatisfaction and protest against Fan Jian, countless spectators were around, but no one came to sign up.

Zhou Yan and Yun Potian stood on both sides of the tent, like two door gods.

Fan Jian crossed his legs, leisurely and happily, eating melon seeds.

Tang Long put down the teapot and whispered to Fan Jian: "Master, are our enrollment conditions too harsh? Can we relax appropriately?"

Fan Jian sneered and said, "No, our three or four yam sects are destined to be a holy land for thousands of years. We only recruit geniuses. Do you think if we recruit a few idiots like Wang Hu, Zhang He, and Niu Laosan, wouldn't we shoot ourselves in the foot?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Tang Long smiled bitterly and dared not speak anymore.

A quarter of an hour passed, and everyone came to sign up.

There were chattering and chattering among the crowd around.

Hug buzz.

It sounds like a bunch of flies.

Tang Long changed the tea and added hot water again.

At this moment, a little girl in a green skirt squeezed out from the crowd, wiped the sweat beads from her forehead, and came to Fan Jian's tent.

"I'm here to sign up, can you see me?"

The girl in the green skirt's voice was crisp and pleasant, like a sunny lark.

The little girl was wearing a linen dress, a pair of embroidered cloth shoes on her feet, and a green wrap on her shoulders. The originally rough dress was so harmonious on her youthful body.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The little girl's eyes are big and round, full of spirituality.

A big black and shiny braid was thrown behind my head.

Her little face is flushed and a little fat.

The sudden appearance of the little girl made the eyes of the audience around her lit up.

Fan Jian glanced at the little girl, continued to eat melon seeds and drink tea.

Zhou Yan walked up and asked seriously: "Girl, our three or four yam sects only recruit geniuses. Do you have any specialties in which field?"

The little girl said openly: "I can embroider flowers. I can embroider them no matter what they fly in the sky, run on the ground, or swim in the water."

"embroidered?"

Zhou Yan frowned immediately.

He turned his head and looked at Fan Jian in the tent.

Fan Jian nodded.

"Okay, girl, please use your skills to open our eyes."

Zhou Yandao.

The little girl nodded, took out the needle and thread from the package with quick hands and feet, fixed a snow-white silk handkerchief on the embroidery rack, and then lowered her head to start embroidery.

The little girl's fingers are as white as jade, extremely clever.

I saw the embroidery needle dragging the silk thread and flying on the embroidery rack.

In just a moment, a work was completed.

The little girl raised the embroidery frame and showed it to Fan Jian and others.

Zhou Yan was stunned.

Yun Potian opened his mouth wide in shock.

Fan Jian took a sip of tea and looked up carelessly.

"puff--"

He sprayed a mouthful of tea.
Chapter completed!