All the Female Apprentices Want to Kill Me

Wen Renping's eyes flickered, the man on the high platform not long ago caressed the corners of his eyes, and said to himself, Jianzong will get better, please believe in the younger brother.

This lazy man always has a gentle smile in the eyes of everyone, but he is a man without the slightest cowardice in his bones.

He really did it...

The heartfelt joy of the disciples of the Sword Sect echoed in the ears. It was a long-lost sense of belonging, a sense of pride, and a sense of cohesion!

The little boy that he has been taking care of has really grown into a person who can stand alone for Jianzong.

Tears rolled in his eyes, Wen Ren Ping Xin said softly with a smile on his lips:

"This is the best sword sect that senior sister has seen."

"..."

on the high platform.

That Holy Land disciple forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, stepped forward, and looked at the hundred female disciples of the Sword Sect with a smile on his face.

Just when he was about to ask a question, he heard a strange voice from the position of Wuhua Que in the audience:

"Jianzong is really touching!"

"What Lin admires the most is that while Elder Su said that he treats everyone equally, the two apprentices under his command are both talented people."

"But now it seems that the essence of Jianzong and Wuhuaque are still the same? The disciples on the stage are not as expected by Lin, and they are all the elites of Jianzong."

"Respect the weak? Elder Su really has double standards!"

"..."

Although the performance of the opening ceremony can only be observed through the mirror of the sky, seeing Jianniang's gaze looking at the world, and the shocking scene performed by a group of female disciples of the Sword Sect, everyone has the same feeling as Lin Duo in their hearts. idea!

——But isn’t this a very common thing?

The disciples of the Holy Land on the high platform were stunned for a moment. No one had ever opened their mouths to ridicule on such an occasion. Even if the two sects did not agree, at least on the surface it was still passable.

The saint sits high in the temple, gently raising her left leg and overlapping her right leg, with her jade arm leaning on her cheek, and squinting at everything in front of her eyes.

All the elders of the holy land couldn't sit still, and the fifth elder Yuwen stood up instantly, and said coldly to the position of Wuhuaque:

"presumptuous!"

Elder Wang Tong stood up, stroking his beard and looking at Yu Wendu quietly said:

"Why did Elder Yuwen get so angry? Could it be that what Wu Huaque said is wrong?"

"..."

Yu Wendu looked at Wang Tong with cold eyes, snorted coldly and sat down, said lightly:

"Elder Wang Tong is really a just elder."

"..."

The Holy Land disciple watched the dispute on the elder's platform, and was in a dilemma for a while, not knowing what to say. At this time, Keyan's voice sounded faintly:

"keep going."

The disciple of the Holy Land wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled, and walked towards Jianniang facing the realm of the sky, still saying the same words as before:

"Who are the people from Jianzong who are on stage this time?"

......

Under the high stage.

The disciple of Peach Blossom Sect looked at the Jian Sect member on the high platform complicatedly, and said softly:

"Sure enough, even Jianzong is still an elite disciple on stage."

"Speaking of which, isn't this the fact we have accepted since childhood? Why is there still a glimmer of hope today?"

"..."

A Peach Blossom Sect disciple smiled, then fell silent.

Maybe that's the case. When I found out that I seemed to have glimpsed a glimmer of light, the reality mercilessly cut off all of this.

The many small sects beside him seemed to have recovered from the shock just now, and their eyes were looking at the high platform with complicated eyes.

Just as the disciples of the Holy Land were asking questions, the mirror of the sky focused on Jianniang's face, and everyone could see her delicate face clearly.

Jian Niang looked at the disciples of the Holy Land nervously, her small hands tightly grasped the corner of the skirt, her long eyelashes were like a small comb, combing them one by one, sometimes slowly and blurred, and sometimes bright and snowy.

Looking at this scene, everything that happened just now was like the clouds and smoke of the past, dissipating mistyly, and everyone only had Jian Niang's figure in their eyes.

——Is this really the peerless figure just now?

When the queen Lin Jinyu on the elder's platform waited to see Jianniang clearly, her body trembled subconsciously, her phoenix eyes were full of disbelief.

Isn't this the dumb girl in Xijianchi?

It seemed that in an instant, a thought filled her mind, and she hurriedly looked carefully at the other female disciples. In a trance, in her memory, in that afternoon and dusk, these same girls with physical defects surrounded her. Beside that strange man... seems to be a dancing elf.

She gently covered her red lips with her slender hand, and looked at the smiling man on the high platform with complicated eyes.

Ji Nanjue glanced at her suspiciously, but she didn't know why she reacted like this?

Santiago

Chapter 180 Five, Jianniang, are you willing to be my disciple?

The wind has grown stronger.

Blowing up the Taoist robes embroidered with silver and gold on Jianniang's body, outlining her frail body and pale face.

The little hands as delicate as bamboo shoots spoke everything silently, the eyes showed determination, and the corners of the mouth showed a hint of satisfaction.

At this moment, the world is silent.

Everyone watched this scene in disbelief, their eyes full of shock!

With his hands behind his back, Su Bei looked at all this with a smile, stepped forward and gently touched Jianniang's little head, and said softly:

"she says."

"The people on stage are all amazing people."

The moonlight shone down and sprinkled on those one hundred faces.

They were smiling, and their faces were covered with tears.

Su Bei looked at the disciples in the Holy Land, facing the mirror of the sky, sighed, and then smiled lightly, as if he didn't care about what Wu Huaque said before.

The corners of the mouth are very gentle, but the eyes are unusually firm, and he said:

"The hundred people on the high platform are not the elite disciples of my Sword Sect."

"But, they are the disciples guarded by my elite disciples of the Sword Sect!"

"Everyone who enters the mountain gate, regardless of his or her background, is a disciple of my Sword Sect."

"Jianzong, treat everyone equally."

"..."

There was silence, silence, oppression.

then.

hum-

The applause roared!

The applause at this moment was louder, louder, and warmer than before!

Swah——

Almost everyone under the high platform stood up and looked at the hundred women on the high platform.

Su Bei's speech was interrupted.

— was interrupted by thunderous applause.

Papapapapa, the endless applause has been suppressed for so long, it seems to have been vented at this moment!

Resounded throughout the entire temple!

The disciples on the high platform turned out to be ordinary disciples of Jianzong, and even the trash that everyone said! !

The disciples of the Peach Blossom Sect looked at the scene in front of them and felt a choking in the back of their throats. Looking at the embroidered figure of Begonia in white shirt above the sky, their eye circles were unbelievably red.

The disciples of the Black Mountain Sect wept silently and clapped their hands!

The disciples of Qingfeng Mountain applauded!

Those thousands of small sect disciples who had argued with Wu Huaque's disciples clapped vigorously!

——The applause is expressing their uncontrollable mood at the moment.

Why are you crying all of a sudden?

Why do you cry?

How can the tears not stop?

A disciple of the Peach Blossom Sect stretched out his hand and gently touched the corners of his eyes. The corners of his eyes were uncontrollably wet. He looked at the man above the sky. He just stood there, giving people an inexplicable feeling. .

He is really as he said, he has never pitied the weak, but he has never seen the weak clearly.

Yu Wendu looked deeply at Su Bei on the stage. Under his face that had been stern all the year round, he showed a long-lost smile. He looked at the group of female disciples on the high stage, and at those who were called trash. Disciples of ordinary people.

On this high platform, they are more eye-catching than many geniuses!

Ji Nanjue stared blankly at the scene in front of her, her phoenix eyes were slightly moist, she looked at Jianzong above the sky, it seemed that she had returned to that cold night again, the woman held her hand, took her Walk.

Is it that man?

That man named Su Bei?

Ji Nanjue murmured to himself:

"He's really funny..."

Of course!