The scumbag brother is finally accepted

All the disciples of the Cangxuan Sect were dumbfounded, looking at Shen Mengzhuang and then at Lu Qingyuan, their jaws almost fell to the ground.

Zhou Bufan's eyes were about to pop out, looking at Shen Mengzhuang, he wanted to straighten his tongue and repeat, "Senior brother, your name is wrong, it's Leng Shanlan not Lu Qingyuan, why did you even remember the name wrong."

Shen Mengzhuang ignored him, looked sideways at Lu Qingyuan behind him, and said firmly, "The third match, Lu Qingyuan, I'm not wrong."

Amidst the surrounding doubts, Lu Qingyuan only saw a pair of peach blossom eyes in front of him looking at him, who seemed to be drunk but not drunk, in the midst of people coming and going, across the South Mountain and North Sea, as if the world only looked at him and could only pretend to be him.Even if the world is cold-eyed, castigated, pointing at him and scolding "you can't do it", only this person gives him all the strength to live and tells him, "I believe in you".

Just like fighting against Hua Manxiang that day, like before and in the past, like in the future, in many, many days, I was surrounded by him and only him.

Everyone whispered and talked a lot.

"Hey, did you hear that? Eldest brother said to let that Lu Qingyuan go, can he beat it?"

"Is the eldest brother in a daze, is he joking on such an important occasion?"

"It's over, it's over, I think we're doomed to lose this game, and we're going to make the Honglin faction a junior in the future, what should we do now, it's not good for Master to bother his old man in retreat now."

"Oh, I think I'll die."

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Zhou Bufan also looked at Shen Mengzhuang with resentment, wishing he could rush over and pry his head open to see if there was water in it. Why did he have to hang himself to death for such a crucial matter?

Lu Qingyuan lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Hearing the discussions around him, he clenched his hands into fists and finally made up his mind.Senior brother believed him, so he believed senior brother.

Then he raised his head to meet Shen Mengzhuang's gaze, stepped forward resolutely, and walked to his side, as if mustering up the courage of his life to respond to his trust, and said, "I will fight!"

Shen Mengzhuang looked at him with relief, and said: "Be careful."

Lu Qingyuan nodded, he was a little cowardly just now, but now he is not afraid at all when he sees his senior brother.

The Cangxuan sect disciple felt ashamed, sighed with his hands on his forehead, and was already thinking about his fate as a young queen.People from the Honglin faction stared at Lu Qingyuan and sized him up and down. Among the direct disciples of the Cangxuan faction, Shen Mengzhuang and Zhou Bufan had heard of them, and their reputations were not small. The thin little disciple in front of him was completely unheard of.

A tall, burly middle-aged man came out from behind Zhong Yan, holding a sword in one hand, and patted his chest with the other, shouting in a rough voice, "I'm here to meet you!" little brother."

Shen Mengzhuang walked to one side and watched the battle between the two quietly. All the disciples behind him shouted to finish, especially when they saw that the opponent was so strong that he was almost three Lu Qingyuan away.

Lu Qingyuan settled down, clenched the sword in his hand, and told himself repeatedly in his heart that he could do it, the senior brother believed in him, and he must not let down the trust of the senior brother.Since Hua Manxiang was able to fight back at the beginning, it should be fine now.

Seeing that Lu Qingyuan seemed to be in a trance, the burly disciple of Honglin stabbed him with his sword without saying a word. Anyway, soldiers are not tired of cheating, so they can defeat him with one move by taking this opportunity.

Suddenly the sword light flashed in front of him, Lu Qingyuan quickly turned sideways and dodged lightly.The burly man swirled his sword and pressed closely, and the sharp sword confrontation was fatal.Lu Qingyuan's eyes darkened, and he quickly changed his moves. He flicked the opponent's wrist away with his sword, and slammed his palm at the chest. .

So far, the outcome of the third match has been decided.Lu Qingyuan clasped his fists at the other party, and said very humbly: "Accept."

Then he turned his body and mind anxiously to find the figure in his heart, suddenly looking back, his eyes met Shen Mengzhuang's gratified eyes, Lu Qingyuan was overjoyed, looked at him with squinted eyes and smiled, and was about to rush over and throw himself into his arms.

Suddenly, the burly Honglin disciple turned pale, spat on the ground, picked up the sword that fell on the ground with disdain, and suddenly stabbed at Lu Qingyuan. What's wrong with doing it a second time.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Lu Qingyuan quickly turned around, clenched the sword in his hand to receive the opponent's attack, and pushed away the pressing body of the man with his wrist.Turning sideways, the movements are chic and brisk, the sharp sword in the hand is like a dragon, shining silver, and the moves are resolved one by one.

The burly man was clumsy and his movements were slow. Lu Qingyuan seized the opening and swung his wrist, pointing straight at his sword-holding wrist.The man's wrist shook, and the sharp sword fell to the ground. Lu Qingyuan kicked him on the calf. The man's body fell to his knees, and even the ground shook.

"you lose."

Lu Qingyuan lowered his eyes and looked down at the people kneeling at his feet. From his eyes to his tone of voice, he no longer had the joy of winning just now. Instead, he was full of contempt for his opponent's defeated opponents, winners and losers. The feeling of the bereaved dog kneeling down was inexplicably familiar, so familiar that he had become accustomed to it.

Lu Qingyuan's heart suddenly trembled. For some reason, he seemed to like the feeling of the loser kneeling at his feet just now. Seeing that the opponent could not survive, he could only lick the soles of his feet like a dog, begging him pitifully. Hold your hand high, life or death, it all depends on his likes and dislikes.

This... This feeling of wanting to be a king, how can anyone dare, unexpectedly, it is inexplicably pleasant, and it is also very longing.

It was as if there was a gust of wind, passing through the uninhabited wilderness, passing through the splendor-filled hall, passing through the peaceful and prosperous age, passing through the prehistoric ages, passing through the ages, whistling, blowing into his ears, as if reminding him of something, as if waking him up. What, tell him not to forget, tell him once had.

Lu Qingyuan looked at the people under his feet in a daze, and the death mark on his neck climbed up, and the color became brighter.Standing beside him, Shen Mengzhuang saw the change of expression on his face, felt that something was wrong, so he called out tentatively.

"Little Nine?"

The familiar voice blew away the lingering wind in his ears, Lu Qingyuan suddenly came back to his senses, the coldness and violence that had occupied his eyes just now flashed past, and then he returned to his usual innocent and harmless appearance, looking at Shen Mengzhuang with his head tilted and smiling.

"Brother, I won!"

Lu Qingyuan put away the sword in his hand and walked straight to Shen Mengzhuang. He lived up to his senior brother's trust. This was more important than anything else, and he was more than happy about it.

Shen Mengzhuang looked at him with a smile and reached out his hand.Overjoyed, Lu Qingyuan quickened his pace, trotted over, and stretched out his hand to hold him.

The fingertips are only a few centimeters away, and they are within reach.Suddenly, the man kneeling on the ground took out a dart from his arms, aimed at Lu Qingyuan and threw it at Lu Qingyuan.

"careful!"

Seeing this, Shen Mengzhuang exclaimed loudly, pulled Lu Qingyuan over to protect him in his arms, and stood in front of him.The dart was inserted into his back, and blood flowed out immediately, and the plain white robe was soaked into scarlet in an instant.

"Brother!"

Almost everyone shouted at the same time.

Lu Qingyuan looked up at the painful face in front of him with his eyes closed, and was so frightened that he was at a loss. He called his senior brother several times, but there was no response. Shen Mengzhuang's head sank and he passed out on the spot.

Ye Zhen Zhen quickly ran over and supported Shen Mengzhuang so frightened that she burst into tears, she also didn't know what to do, "Hurry up and take the senior brother to heal the wound."

Zhou Bufan stepped forward and spat at the other party, cursing: "You stab people in the back, this is how the Honglin faction teaches people? You are also a decent school, no one wants to leave today, my elder brother will not wake up for a day, you Don't even think about leaving for a day!"

Lu Qingyuan looked at the pale-faced person in Huailai, feeling anxious and angry.Eldest brother was injured again, again because of protecting him, this time, this time, he was still plotted against.

Reputable?Righteous way in the world?A group of benevolent and righteous people who are full of lies, say the best things, and do the most dirty things.Today, he dared to plot against his senior brother. Such a righteous way, really can't be kept.

The blood in Lu Qingyuan's eyes flickered faintly, he tightly held the sword in his hand, and stared at the group of Honglin disciples, as if a ferocious beast was about to tear and devour them all.

"You guys, how dare you, how dare you hurt my senior brother!"

Lu Qingyuan almost squeezed these words out between his teeth, as if announcing that their death was approaching.

The man kneeling on the ground was obviously fearless, and said with a straight-faced look, "It's his bad luck, he bumped into the dart, and he can't blame others."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Qingyuan rushed towards him like a mad lion with a sharp sword in his hand, and the sharp sword slashed straight down, with a serious tone, he shouted: "You want to die!"

The man dodged sideways in a panic, but he was clumsy and couldn't dodge completely, the blade of the sword slashed at his shoulder.Lu Qingyuan suddenly exerted force and chopped off an arm, blood spattering on the spot.

"what!"

The man clutched the wound of his severed arm and crawled all the way towards Zhong Yan, cursing and swearing.Lu Qingyuan obviously wouldn't let him go so easily, and was about to strike at his head with his sword, when suddenly a flash of sword light flashed, and the Xiaoyao sword blocked his attack.

Zhou Bufan punched him hard, knocked him back, and scolded: "Go crazy and go back crazy, don't drag us into the water!"

The rest of Honglin's disciples dragged the man back, Zhong Yan looked at his arm, then looked at Zhou Bufan and the others, and said: "This matter is our fault, one life is worth one life, please let my junior brother go back, I stayed."

"Brother!"

The crowd behind Zhong Yan called him anxiously, if he wanted to stay in the Cangxuan Sect, it would be like a sheep being caught in a tiger's mouth.

Seeing that Zhou Bufan and others were indifferent, Zhong Yan said again: "The most important thing is to save people, I know how to detoxify."

"Brother, hold on, it's not good, it's not good, brother, he seems to be unable to hold on!"

As soon as Zhong Yan finished speaking, Ye Zhen Zhen looked anxious while supporting Shen Mengzhuang, she burst into tears, Shen Mengzhuang's back was covered with blood, and his face was also pale.

Lu Qingyuan took back his sharp sword, ran over in a hurry, picked up Shen Mengzhuang and ran straight to the bedroom.The rest followed behind one after another, Zhou Bufan glanced at Zhong Yan, and said angrily, "Let's go."