Chapter 950 People in the sky 1

  The disciples of the original local Xuanmen clenched their fists a little nervously.

   couldn't help but look up to the other side.

The disciples of   Tianxuanmen looked arrogant and were looking at them with contempt and contempt.

  There was provocation in that gaze.

  Zhang Chi, they clenched their teeth, suddenly took a step forward and stood beside Yan Tao, "Young Master, we will let Master Uncle stay with you if we try our best!"

"right!"

  Age is over there, the disciples of the Dixuan Sect and the disciples of the Tianxuan Sect are far from each other in their cultivation skills, and they can't catch up in a short time.

   However, facing Wang Changning's almost contemptuous eyes, the young disciples clenched their fists, and their hearts were full of humiliation.

  In the past ten years, they have been suppressed by the disciples of the Tianxuan Sect.

   almost became a kind of demon.

  It is clear that Shishu Qi’s cultivation level is not inferior to Shishu Wang, because they were selected for the disciples who were abandoned by Wang Changning, and they were mocked by the predecessors of the colleagues.

  The clay figurines all have three points of anger, not to mention that they are still young.

  At this time, during the succession ceremony, Wang Changning was confronted with contempt in the usual manner, and suddenly, it broke out.

  Zhang Chi is the older of this group of disciples. He clenched the mahogany sword tightly, his thin lips pressed into a line, "Who said we can't beat you!"

  In the slightly quiet atmosphere, Zhang Chi's voice seemed to be a smashed speech, which made everyone's eyes condensed slightly.

  They couldn't help raising their heads.

  In the world of metaphysics, unless you are a person with amazing talents, basically your age can represent your cultivation.

  The older the older, the higher the cultivation base.

  The Qilinzi back then was an accident to the entire metaphysical world.

  Insanely unexpected.

   Zhang Chi stood stiff and straightened up. He raised his head, calmly looking at the disciples at the opposite Tianxuanmen.

  There was no evasion for the first time.

  Frank and magnanimous.

   Calm as snow.

  Only Zhang Chi knew how nervous he was.

  A whole heart must beat out of the heart.

Suddenly, the plain white slender fingers stretched out from the side and put them on Zhang Chi's shoulders, and Zhang Chi turned his head to the side, just to see Yan Tao raising his brows with a smile, "Okay."

"good!"

   suddenly, the corner of the audience did not know who followed and shouted, followed by everyone clapping and clapping.

  For this group of young disciples of Xuanmen.

  Three or five Dao Chang stroked his beard, nodded and smiled, "How many years have passed, the spirit of the Xuanmen will be there, and there will be no time for decline."

   "Old bald, don't you think?"

  The meaningless master slightly narrowed his eyes, holding the prayer beads in his right hand and continued chanting, as if he hadn’t heard him talking, as if three or five was air.

   "..." besides "..." Lu Daochang watched the play silently.

  "Fighting can not be won by loneliness and courage. It is better for young people to be self-aware."

Wang Changning smiled and said, he turned to the position of the stage and saluted the three seniors from afar. "Today's gambling agreement also asks the three seniors and all colleagues present to help testify, whichever side wins will inherit. As for the qualifications of the Profound Sect, which party loses will immediately get out of the Profound Sect!"

  While speaking, Wang Changning glanced at Yan Tao.

  But he saw the young man lazily leaning on the man beside him. His face was as beautiful as a demon, but his eyes were absent, obviously distracted.

  Wang Changning...! !

   "In that case, let me preside over this battle."

  The saint of Miao Jiang's line said softly, she could not see clearly what she looked like wearing a veil, and her voice was long and ethereal, revealing a three-point ethereal.

  As a person, I really can’t just set up a flag, my face hurts!

  (End of this chapter)