They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

Elder Qing Yun suppressed his doubts and decided to talk to Qing Yuan after the assessment.

"Today is my Fenglin Chen Sect's three-year school assessment, and it is an opportunity for outer disciples to be promoted. I hope that my Fenglin Chen Sect's disciples are all outstanding ones who dare to challenge, and don't miss any opportunity to be promoted to practice There are a total of three opportunities to be promoted to inner disciples in this assessment, which will be presided over by me, Qingyun, and your uncle Qinglin." After Elder Qingyun finished speaking, he looked at Shen Wanqi, who was beside him:

"All prayers!"

When Shen Wanqi heard Elder Qingyun calling him, he took a step forward and bowed respectfully: "Wanqi is here."

"Falling enchantment, Sword Guard Pavilion!"

"Yes, the disciple obeyed."

Shen Wanqi walked to the center of the high platform. He raised his hands and formed a seal in the void. His wrists were turned over and his sleeves fell slightly. The ice blue Fenglin totem imprint belonging to the Fenglin Shen family appeared on the palm of his hand, and the totem was slowly spinning in midair. .Then his eyes suddenly sank, he let go of his hand and lifted it vigorously, the totem rushed up into the sky in an instant, and the last icy blue light turned into an enchantment to cover the square inch of the Sword Training Pavilion.

The totem mark of Fenglin Shen also appeared on the boulder facing the Jianjian Pavilion. This is the Boundary Guard Stone.

Mo Nianhuan, who was sitting on the side because of special treatment due to physical weakness, looked at Shen Wanqi who was standing on the high platform. Looks good, swallowed subconsciously.

"... I hope you are so handsome."

This second junior brother deserved the general attack. He felt that he was really worthy of his master, who could laugh and be cool. Of course, the other two junior brothers were not bad either, hehehe anyway, all three were good.

As for him, just eat melons well.

Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi looked at Mo Nianhuan at the same time, and caught the concave curvature of Mo Nianhuan's lips. The two brothers looked at each other from the air, smiled at each other helplessly, and then looked away.

"Senior Brother, the three of us took you to practice the Qingyuan Sword Art during this time. Although I don't know the purpose of Master letting you participate in the assessment, senior brother, your spiritual root is recovering and you have already reached the fourth level. If you are normal There shouldn’t be any problem with playing. We are just worried that you will be injured again and your spiritual roots will be damaged again, so please don’t be impulsive for a while. I have already put your name tag, brother, at the end. Let’s see who is the disciple who can stay to the end. Go up again." Shen Qianyu raised her hand to straighten Mo Nianhuan's slightly wrinkled skirt.

Mo Nianhuan leaned on the back of the chair with no love in his life, and his expression was a little subtle when he heard Shen Qianyu say this: "I don't really want to fight."

Even though Shen Yuanyu taught him for a long time, he still didn't want to fight.

I can't say the reason for the resistance, it may be that I really want salted fish.

"Senior brother, your body is recovering now. I think the honored master hopes that you can regain your confidence." Shen Baiyi squatted down, took out a bag of red bean cakes from his arms and gave it to Mo Nianhuan: "Eat something and relax, brother."

Mo Nianhuan saw Chi's eyes light up, raised his hand and rubbed Shen Baiyi's head: "You really deserve to be my caring little cutie!"

At this moment, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at the front of the line next to him, looked sideways, and just happened to meet this person's eyes, squinting his eyes.

Mo Nianhuan, who was sitting on the soft chair beside him, stared straight at Shen Shen, bowed and saluted in a panic as if he had been caught: "Shen Shen has met Senior Brother Nian Huan."

Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi stood by Mo Nianhuan's side, making a protective gesture.

"Calm, aren't you?" Mo Nianhuan put away the red bean cakes, and asked casually, his face that had faded from the smile was stained with iciness, although he was not as energetic as them, but his momentum couldn't be lost: "I hurt my brother last time, It still hurts now."

This half-smiling words made Shen Shen's spine ache, and the thought of whipping him made him numb, and the unwillingness in his bones made him grit his teeth, but he still dares to be a demon now, he just wants to be promoted to the inner sect as soon as possible , must not lose face at home.

"Calm and stupid, I mistook my brother for an intruder and accidentally injured my brother. It's because my brother didn't know how to measure at the beginning. I hope my brother will forgive me."

A man can bend and stretch, and if he endures it for a while, he will have great achievements. This Mo Nianhuan is just a waste, just to save face, it's nothing, and this Mo Nianhuan will definitely see his ability soon!

It's absurd that a mere waste can become the great disciple of Qingyuan Xianjun!

Mo Nianhuan looked at this calmness, it was the cannon fodder that injured him, and this cannon fodder would be a very important cannon fodder, which also showed that the sect assessment was a very important dungeon.

The plot in the original text does not have Mo Nianhuan participating in the sect assessment, but he is here, and now he is different from Mo Nianhuan in the original text. He has a magic fruit in his body to help restore his damaged spiritual root. With Shen Yuanyu's ability to teach himself in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the Guixu Fan as his weapon, all these are different from the original plot.

Then this martial arts assessment will definitely be a turning point in the plot.

Hey, isn't this forcing him to fight?

His wish is world peace.

He bowed his head and ate the red bean cakes to suppress his shock, and he first nourished his young heart, so as not to be shocked later.

Shen Yuanyu is so bad that he wants to embarrass him in public.

——Xi'er, the teacher is watching you.

"Cough, cough—" Mo Nianhuan was choked by the sudden voice of Shen Yuanyu, the piece of red bean cake was stuck in his throat and could not be swallowed, and he coughed while clutching his chest until his eyes turned red.

"Brother!"

Shen Qianyu immediately cast a spell to comfort Mo Nianhuan.

Mo Nianhuan was almost choked by this piece of red bean cake, and then he felt a puff of breath flowing down from the sky, and then he swallowed the pastry that was choking in his throat.

Shen Baiyi squatted in front of Mo Nianhuan and raised his hand to his mouth, his eyes showed anxiety: "Senior brother spit it out quickly."

"It's okay." Mo Nianhuan waved his hand, if Shen Yuanyu's sudden sound hadn't startled him, he wouldn't have choked: "It's just an accident."

"Senior Brother Nian Huan is really precious. All the disciples who participated in the assessment were standing. Only Senior Brother Nian Huan had soft chairs to sit on, cakes to serve, and Senior Brother Qianyu and Senior Brother Baiyi to wait on him. Those who didn't know thought it was Come to the play."

Shen Baiyi sneered when he heard this, and stood beside Mo Nianhuan to block his calm gaze: "My senior brother is naturally the most precious. You just came in, and you are an outer disciple. You may not know. No matter what meeting you have to give Brother, get ready to lean on the chair."

The gentleness in Shen Qianyu's eyes was also a little bit darker because of Shen Shen's words: "Junior Brother Shen, Senior Brother Nian Huan has been in poor health since he was a child, and the Master ordered all major meetings to allow senior brothers to sit down because of his concern, so I advise you not to have a seat." Any thoughts, since you have entered the Fenglin Chen family, you must abide by the school rules, memorize the rules, and be strict with yourself, otherwise it will not be as simple as lowering the outer door and whipping two hundred."

Shen Zi felt the pain of being slapped in the face, and he didn't understand why this trash was treated like this, how could a person with completely destroyed spiritual roots be able to cultivate immortality, and why should he stay in Fenglin Shen's sect!

Mo Nianhuan looked over indifferently, and saw that he was calm with his hands behind his back, raised his head and held his chest up inexplicably confident, and his tone was somewhat contemptuous. He was also cannon fodder. Where did this cannon fodder come from with such a face? confidence?

The plot in the original text, this Shen Zi got the first place in the martial arts assessment and returned to the inner sect smoothly, but later relied on his high cultivation level to bully the weak, and even tried every means to insult the original owner Mo Nianhuan. So what if you have talent.

Anyway, the plot has changed because of his coming in, so he simply won't let this calm enter the inner door.

Even if he can't beat Shen Shen, he has other methods.

He wiped off the pastry crumbs on his lips with his fingertips, looked sideways at Shen Shen, and slightly hooked his lips: "I heard that Junior Brother Shen is very talented, I think I will be able to win the top spot today, if I match up with Junior Brother Shen, I would like to invite Junior Brother Don’t hold back your strength, go all out.”

The redness at the end of Mo Nianhuan's eyes has not faded from the cough just now, making his face even paler, and the appearance of this sick and beautiful woman leaning on a chair, coupled with the gentle and tender voice, made the disciples beside him feel sad. Can't bear it.

Who dares to fight with the senior brother? If you say that you are merciful, if you face the senior senior brother, you will not automatically admit defeat.

He clenched his hands calmly by his side, he had better not face Mo Nianhuan, otherwise everyone would force him to bow his head to Mo Nianhuan, a good-for-nothing. If this is the case, don't blame him for taking out his baby!

He respectfully bowed to Mo Nianhuan: "Junior brother will definitely go all out to show fairness."

Mo Nianhuan thought to himself, it would be best if he was beaten to vomit blood, and then kicked out of the house to save future troubles, everyone is happy.

——Xi'er, have a good competition, don't mess around with your body.

Just as Shen Yuanyu's cold and serious voice fell in his mind, Shen Wanqi's voice was heard at the same time.

"The assessment of Fenglin and Chen's sect has officially started, please turn over the cards to Master Qingyun." Shen Wanqi, who was standing by the side, said.

Sect Leader Qingyun waved his sleeves, and a small wooden box appeared on the mahogany table on the high platform. The inside of the wooden box could not be seen, and all the name tags handed over were inside.He reached into the box and randomly took out two name tags, his expression froze for a moment when he opened them.

But after all, it is an assessment, even if you can't bear it, you still have to face it.

Master Qingyun pushed the two name tags in his hands into the air. The name tags were supported by spiritual power, and the names on them were clearly seen by all the disciples in the audience.

"Mo Nianhuan, calm down."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Wanqi on the side, Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi in the audience had the same expression in disbelief.

How could it be the first to come out? !They clearly put it at the end!

Mo Nianhuan: "..." Oh shit.

Silently swallowed the red bean crisps, and was about to fight.

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