Peerless martial arts system

Chapter 12

After more than half a month of cultivation, Shi Xiaole's injuries have basically recovered, and he has succeeded in drawing swords, so he has lived up to the time.

Hearing the ringing of the bell to summon his disciples, he changed into a green shirt, and then he rushed to the martial arts arena with a sword in hand.

At this moment, the martial arts arena was already full of people, at a glance, there were no fewer than six or seven hundred people.

The summary of the sect in March is to get all the disciples together, and the strongest personal disciples will preach and explain to everyone. On the one hand, it will promote exchanges and avoid the relationship between the disciples.On the other hand, it can be regarded as mutual encouragement and a healthy competition.

Therefore, no matter whether it is cultivation or important matters, every disciple cannot be absent.

"Have you heard? Half a month ago, the Second Elder and the others came back."

"Nonsense, I'm not deaf. I also know that the school's application to become authentic has failed again."

"I've expected this matter for a long time, so let's not talk about it. Let's talk about the good news. I heard that the four senior brothers and sisters have achieved a lot during this trip to Qingxue Prefecture, and their strength has improved extraordinary."

"Needless to say the three major direct disciples, senior brother Qin Zhao is also so vigorous, it's really impressive, he should have..."

The discussion among the crowd suddenly dropped, because many people saw Shi Xiaole walking towards him.

Shi Xiaole saw disdain, contempt, and even faint jealousy from some people's eyes, of course he didn't say anything, just nodded and passed by.

"Cut! What are you dragging, if it weren't for the relationship between my aunt and the head of the sect, no one would have the turn to be this kid's personal disciple."

"Fate is good, relationship is hard, what can you do?"

Everyone hummed, venting their dissatisfaction.

After a while, the hustle and bustle disappeared, and the three elders all appeared on the high steps north of the martial arts arena.

Behind them, there are three young men with extraordinary temperament.

Shi Xiaole in the crowd felt a slight movement in his heart.

The man at the front, with a mature appearance and a medium build, should be the number one young master of the Sword Painting School, Yuan Qiuwei, Wufeng Liujian among the Four Masters of Luyan.

Following behind, the seemingly cynical blue-clothed man should be the second disciple of Yuan Qiuwei's talent, Yijian Pingqiu and Xiao Yuanbo.

As for the third person, she is a beautiful and charming girl, three or four years younger than Yuan Qiuwei and Xiao Yuanbo, she is the number one genius of the Sword Painting School in recent decades, Rouyujian Mao Wenjing.

According to the logic, at the summary meeting, the four direct disciples should stand behind the three elders. Seeing that there was one missing, many people were looking for something.

"Senior Brother Shi, why haven't you played yet?"

Someone beside him reminded with a strange voice, which attracted everyone's attention. When they saw Shi Xiaole who was 'hiding' in the crowd, laughter immediately rang out.

After all, only a small number of people have seen the battle between Shi Xiaole and Zhao Buping. For most people, Shi Xiaole is still the cowardly transfer student who relies on his connections.

The Second Elder frowned, and snorted, "Xiao Le, why don't you come up?" In his tone, there was a bit of hatred that iron can't be made into steel.

The Great Elder said: "Xiao Le, you have only joined the sect for one year. Everyone knows your situation and will not make things difficult for you."

These words seem to be comforting Shi Xiaole, but they actually imply that he is not good at learning, and when he thinks deeply, he is implying to everyone that this kid is not worthy of being a personal disciple.

Sure enough, more people showed obvious disdain.

Not far away, the handsome Qin Zhao seemed calm, but actually kept paying attention to Shi Xiaole.

In the past three conferences, although this kid has gone up every time, his timid and cowardly appearance is simply laughable, and I think this time will be no exception.

Seeing the different gazes from all around and from the higher ranks, Shi Xiaole was unexpectedly not timid, but instead smiled: "Since the Great Elder invites you, it's better to be obedient than to be respectful."

After saying that, he walked up the high steps and stood beside Mao Wenjing gracefully.

The Great Elder was taken aback for a moment, and then he was secretly angry. He said this, as if he didn't welcome him very much.Brat, let's let you go wild for now, wait a minute...

Thinking of his own plan, the Great Elder sneered inwardly, cleared his throat and said, "It's the summary meeting once again in March. If you have anything you don't understand, you can point it out, and a few senior brothers and sisters will explain it to you."

It's the old rules, and of course the disciples will not be polite, so the scene immediately became lively, many people raised questions about cultivation to senior brother Yuan Qiuwei and second senior brother Xiao Yuanbo.

Of course, Mao Wenjing is the most popular.

As the No. 1 talent of the Sword Painting School, Mao Wenjing can be described as both talented and beautiful, and is recognized as a goddess-level figure of Luyan Mountain.

Seeing a disciple finally scrambled for the opportunity, but his face was red and his ears were red, trembling even when he spoke, Shi Xiaole couldn't help laughing.

Everyone was listening to Goddess Mao talking, so the untimely laughter was naturally extremely abrupt.

"Senior Brother Shi, what are you laughing at? Could it be that you have some high opinion?"

Someone made an attack immediately, with malicious intentions.

Shi Xiaole waved his hand, meaning you continue.

Everyone snorted and ignored this hateful relationship.

"Senior brother Shi, I have a question I want to ask, I wonder if you can answer it?"

When I was bored, suddenly a young man with a provocative face came up, his eyes were eager to try.

"If there is a problem, go to the three senior brothers and sisters, and I don't understand."

Shi Xiaole was happy to be at leisure, and dealt with it casually.

The young man smiled, suddenly mustered his voice, and shouted sharply: "Since you have such self-knowledge, why don't you roll off the high platform and give it to someone who is qualified?"

The shouting sound spread so far that everyone unconsciously looked over here.

Deliberately provoking trouble?

Shi Xiaole happened to see Qin Zhao who was not far away, showing his white teeth, and said, "Whether I am qualified, you should ask the head. And, listen clearly, I don't like being yelled at."

The young man laughed loudly, and said even louder: "In martial arts schools, only the strong can be respected. Shi Xiaole, if you don't have that ability, don't occupy that position. I, Qian Tong, have long disliked you. Today, you will give I give up my position as a direct disciple!"

The Great Elder pretended to be furious, and shouted: "You bastard, don't back down!"

Qian Tong said in a deep voice: "Grand Elder, even if I am expelled from the Sword Painting School today, I have to say that my disciples have worked hard to learn martial arts and suffered so much. Then what are you working so hard for?"

These words touched the pain points of many people, and immediately aroused a lot of resonance.Many people shouted about injustice as if it had been negotiated.

Looking at the situation, it seems that as long as Shi Xiaole doesn't nod his head and take the initiative to give up his status as a direct disciple, they will not give up.

Looking at Qin Zhao who was watching coldly, and then looking at the Great Elder who pretended to be sullen but actually proud, Shi Xiaole didn't know that this was their conspiracy.

The uncle and nephew couldn't wait for the martial arts competition in more than two months, so they wanted to drive themselves away now.

Seeing this, the second elder who had been silent all this time reprimanded angrily: "Everyone shut up, Shi Xiaole's identity is determined personally by the head of the sect, and you want to rebel, can't you?"

Qian Tong seemed to have support, and was not afraid, but said resolutely: "It's so unfair, I'm willing to quit the Sword Painting School just now!"

"Yes, quit the Sword Painting School!"

A group of people followed Qian Tong to boo and yell loudly, making the Second Elder very angry, but he had a feeling that if he didn't give an explanation today, it would be really difficult to end.

The first elder seemed to be suppressing everyone, but he was fanning the flames. The third elder stroked his beard and smiled secretly, watching from the sidelines.The three direct disciples all looked at Shi Xiaole with complicated eyes.

All of a sudden, it seemed that Shi Xiaole was useless and the chief culprit who harmed the unity of the Sword Painting School.

"You say I'm useless?"

Shi Xiaole looked at Qian Tong indifferently, with a calm tone.

Judging from today's situation, it is obvious that the Great Elder has secretly controlled many forces of the Sword Painting Sect.

This caused Shi Xiaole to slander for a while, I really don't know how that head became, if this momentum continues, when he leaves the customs, I am afraid that the power will be emptied.

To be honest, Shi Xiaole didn't care about the identity of a mere direct disciple of the Sword Painting School.

With the martial arts system in his body, even if he is a casual cultivator, he will still be able to rise to the top and fly thousands of miles in the end.

But Shi Xiaole couldn't accept it, and was forced to kick him out.Yes, he doesn't have to pass on his disciple's identity, but the premise must be that he voluntarily gives up, and no one else can force him.

"Don't you think you have the ability?"

Qian Tong looked at Shi Xiaole with disdainful eyes, very disdainful.

He knew about Shi Xiaole's defeat of Zhao Buping, but in Qian Tong's view, it was just Zhao Buping's own carelessness, and he insisted on lowering his cultivation base.

What's more, Qian Tong's strength is stronger than Zhao Buping's. Whether it's internal strength, skill comprehension, or improvisation, he crushes Shi Xiaole every minute.

Qian Tong smiled and said: "Shi Xiaole, don't be convinced. I am the same age as you, but now I have cultivated to the fifth level of hidden qi, and the Dianmei swordsmanship has been cultivated to the level of supernatural integration. What do you compare with me? "

A few people burst into an uproar.

The Dianmei swordsmanship is one of the few third-rate middle-grade swordsmanship of the Huajian School, and it is more mysterious than the Huamei swordsmanship. At the age of 15, he has cultivated it to the level of Shenhe Xiaocheng. The aptitude of this coin is enough to rank among the top [-] sects.

Shi Xiaole nodded, thought for a moment, and said: "Ten moves, I will fight you with basic swordsmanship, and I only need ten moves to defeat you!"

Whoa!
Hearing this sentence, everyone was dumbfounded and suspected that they had heard it wrong.Is this still the timid Shi Xiaole? How dare he say such arrogant words?

Qian Tong laughed, but there was anger in his eyes: "I want to see how you can defeat me, something that is overestimated."

After all, without waiting for the decision of the three elders, he drew his sword and stabbed Shi Xiaole directly.Because he secretly got the instruction of the First Elder, he couldn't give the Second Elder a chance to stop it.

The long sword stabbed, the tip of the sword swayed slightly, like a plum blossom slowly blooming, covering thirteen acupuncture points on Shi Xiaole's body.

"Good swordsmanship."

Someone whispered.

However, the next moment, the exclamation stopped abruptly.

Because Shi Xiaole made the sword, it really is basic swordsmanship, but this ordinary sword, somehow, easily broke the first move of Qiantong.

(End of this chapter)