My filial piety has gone bad

This time, the Disciple Challenge was once again stamped and certified by the Discipline Elder, and Xiao Ran was required to participate.

He does not avoid relatives when he is a virtuous person, Huangfuqun even did not let his own son go, so his earnestness is very authoritative.

The inner disciples had already had great opinions on Xiao Ran, but now that they had the certification of the elders of discipline, they were excited and eager to try.

Among them, only Jiang Chuyan and Ye Fan really wanted to join Zhijian Peak, and the rest of them saw no hope, and tested whether Xiao Ran's strength was fake...

They just want to vent their anger!

Xiao Ran also expected this.

He just didn't expect that there was no atmosphere of competition on Jianping.

The imaginary scene of crowds of people has not been seen.

Looking down from the sky above Jianping, most of the sparse crowd were inner sect disciples practicing swords in the morning, and a few people were looking around, as if they were spectators.

Compared with challenging the jade slips, the one who really wanted to challenge on stage did not come.

Xiao Ran was a little surprised, but after thinking about it...it was reasonable.

Because this disciple's challenge lasted for a month, many people never expected that Xiao Ran with a mortal body would appear on Jianping on the first day, or even the first hour.

The dark yellow paper kites floated down on the square platform of Jianping.

Xiao Ran suddenly appeared in the center of the disciples.

All the disciples looked at it together, and were suddenly startled.

An enviable robe-style student uniform fluttered in the wind.

Confirm your identity, Xiao Ran!

The disciples were surprised at first, why did he come so early?

Next, hundreds of divine senses swept across Xiao Ran's body.

What a mortal!

Only a few female disciples can see the shining points of Xiao Ran: he is handsome, tall, and has a good temperament...

There were even very few female disciples who saw Xiao Ran's specialty.

Among the group of female disciples, someone suddenly said something.

"Morning Master Xiao."

Jianping was silent for a moment, and after a while, they bowed in unison.

"Morning Master Xiao."

"Morning Master Xiao."

"Morning Master Xiao."

Xiao Ran also understands that although everyone is not sincerely respectful, and most of them have doubts in their hearts, this uniform gesture of bowing and respectful greetings...

The detached feeling of being above others is really cool!

Even if you have to be uncoordinated, you are uncoordinated, it's still very cool.

Since it was early, Xiao Ran decided to set up an awesome character.

Because once he becomes strong, some powerful inner disciples will choose to wait and see, and re-examine the vision of the sword-wielding elder, so as not to make a rash move and lose the battle, not to mention losing face, and not being easy to get along with in the future.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ran stood with his hands behind his back, glanced around the crowd, showing a look of disappointment, and casually threw the challenge jade slip on the stage.

The stacks of jade slips representing the challenger were scattered all over the place.

"Don't you want to challenge me? Don't you even have a figure? The inner disciples are really inferior to each other."

Xiao Ran hit the ground with a loud sound, like a stone, stirring up a thousand waves!

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Hey, today is the hero's birthday?

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Chapter 0030 The setting sun shines on the banner, the loli style is Xiaoxiao

The morning breeze on Jianping today is stronger than before.

The blue and yellow flags, the straight swords and bamboos, and the strips of clothing... are all rustled by the strong wind, giving people a sense of tension that the mountain and rain are about to come.

Xiao Ran's words were like throwing a stone into water, causing ripples in the hearts of all the disciples, and the ripples spread rapidly, turning into turbulent waves in an instant.

Among the sparse crowd, some inner disciples whose hands were itchy and eager to move, looked and examined the young master on the square platform again.

Could it be that the elder holding the sword really picked a genius with a unique physique?

No one dared to move.

But someone spoke up.

A middle-aged old fried dough stick disciple bowed to Xiao Ran, and asked tentatively:

"I heard that Uncle Xiao is good at life skills such as construction and farming, so today's comparison should not be—"

Xiao Ran shook his head with his hands behind his back, and directly interrupted this person's words.

"I don't have that much free time, today I'm only competing for combat talent."

The man made it difficult again:

"But master, you..."

"Two ways of fighting."

Xiao Ran only stretched out two fingers.

"The first plan is to limit the cultivation level and fight with the strength of ordinary people. It only compares with physical skills or swordsmanship, and the spiritual weapons used are also limited to ordinary grades."

"The second plan, there is no limit to cultivation, no limit to spiritual weapons, no difference, no rules to fight, as long as it doesn't hurt your life, you can fight whatever you want."

There was no sound on Jianping.

Only the wind is blowing.