Master always thinks that disciples are useless

"Let it be! What are you doing here?"

Behind the crowd, a sharp and harsh male voice suddenly yelled, and the disciples around Gong Zhengyu consciously walked around to both sides when they saw this, and fell silent for a while.

The leader is a fat man named Chen Zhang, who wears two gold rings like a nouveau riche, and is quite famous in the Xuanqing sect.

Behind him was a group of small followers, and in the middle of the small followers was a particularly tall and thin man.

He swaggered and led people past Gong Zhengyu, bowed his hands symbolically and said hello, and then went to the registration competition place two meters away to sign the life and death certificate with the tall and thin man.

Only after signing the certificate of life and death can they go to the competition stage to compete openly and aboveboard. Although the martial arts competition between disciples is advocated to the point, sometimes they can't control the tricks, and accidents are inevitable.

And Chen Zhang is disgusting because he forced the victim to voluntarily sign a life-and-death certificate. Life and death are unpredictable when he goes to the martial arts arena, so even if he beat someone to death on the martial arts arena, he will only end up with one If you don't start well, you will be fined for a few days in confinement.

After the group of people went to the waiting area to wait, the disciples here dared to spit in a low voice: "How did Senior Brother Xu Zhou provoke this demon king!"

Another disciple immediately said: "It was Chen Zhang who fell in love with a female cultivator. Brother Xu Zhou rescued the girl and was followed by this beast!"

Gong Zhengyu interjected, "Is your surname Chen?"

"Oh yes, that Chen Baicheng who provoked senior brother in the secret realm before is his distant cousin, senior brother, be careful, this family is always playing tricks."

Gong Zhengyu understood, nodded, and raised his legs to watch.

The people who competed in the previous match quickly decided the winner, with more or less minor injuries on their bodies, they saluted each other and walked off the competition stage with their arms.

After two more matches, it was Chen Zhang and Xu Zhou's turn.

Originally, Xu Zhou's talent was a bit lower than Chen Zhang's, but now even the sword was taken away by the fat man's followers, and he had almost no chance of winning when he went to the competition ring with bare hands.

And before he took the stage, he was threatened that if he dared to fight back, he would tell the female cultivator not to stay in the Xuanqing sect any longer.

Chen Zhang smiled twice with a fat face, the flesh on his face squeezed out of the creases, a greasy person can spit out the overnight meal, he picked up his belt, grabbed the other party's collar indiscriminately, and punched him It hit the ground.

"hiss--"

The onlookers gasped.

Xu Zhou coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, and Chen Zhang began to ride on him and punch him wantonly, as if he was beating him like a sandbag.

"Dare to snatch a woman from the young master, aren't you quite capable?"

"Get up, fight back, did you help her only after she slept with you? Huh?"

"Don't worry, I won't beat you to death today, but I will beat you to a cripple. I want to see if the female cousin you saved will serve you with feces and urine hahaha!"

Chen Zhang, wearing a gold ring, punched the thin man's back of the neck and lumbar spine. Xu Zhou couldn't even cry out in pain, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding uncontrollably. There were bruises all over.

"Fuck, this scumbag! Brother Xu Zhou is going to be beaten to death by him!"

"Why does this kind of person deserve to have such a good talent! Bah! How is it different from those demon cultivators!"

Gong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows slightly, what happened to Moxiu, Moxiu didn't steal or snatch it.

After looking at more than a dozen moves, Gong Zhengyu also understood the rules of this wretched fat man's moves. He asked, "Does he know how to bind?"

The binding technique is a spell that uses spiritual power as a rope to bind the target, and the foundation-building monks can learn it.

The disciple next to him was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "No, he usually relies on his talent and is not very eager to learn."

It won't be easy.

Gong Zhengyu nodded.

"Brother, you ask this—"

"According to the rules of the martial arts arena, someone can come to the rescue in times of crisis." Gong Zhengyu slightly parted his thin lips, touched his chin and smiled suddenly, "Let me use the sword, he is too ugly, I think he is not happy. "

That extraordinarily flamboyant and handsome face seemed to be able to compare with the brilliance of the sun and the moon for a moment, and there was a smug smile on the corners of his mouth and eyebrows.

The disciple was stunned, then gradually opened his mouth wide, feeling suddenly ignited.

When he came back to his senses, the saber in his hand had been taken away. Gong Zhengyu spoke to the disciples who registered for the competition, and after he untied the barrier on the competition platform, he jumped up.

Landing steadily, the hem of the clothes fluttered, the red clothes rustled by the icy wind, extremely handsome and willful, like a savior who descended from the sky.

"Hey senior brother! You have no cultivation, come down quickly!!" The disciple hurriedly chased after him, only catching the scabbard thrown down by Gong Zhengyu.

The barrier was closed in an instant, isolating all the disciples who were not on the stage.

This enchantment was originally intended to prevent the fights between gods and passers-by, but one day it became an effective barrier for Chen Zhang to prevent others from saving people together, but he did not expect that there would be someone like Gong Zhengyu who would come to stand out.

For the first time, someone dared to interrupt Chen Zhang's unilateral violence, and more and more disciples gathered around the competition stage.

"Senior Brother Gong, what do you mean by this? Junior Brother Xu and I are in a competition, so it's not good for you to suddenly step in like this."

The fat man slapped Xu Zhou hard on the face, then Shi Shiran stood up and shook his clothes.

Those people were all life and death certificates that he forced to take the initiative to sign. Even if the leader asked, they had a handle in his hands, and he was not afraid of Gong Zhengyu's complaint at all.

"Why, are you still afraid that I, a trash, will defeat you?" Gong Zhengyu twitched his brows, carelessly holding a beautiful sword flower in his hand.

It had been a long time since he had fought with a sword.

Chen Zhang froze for a moment, laughed twice, wiped the blood and vomit on his hands, "Senior brother, what are you talking about, you are the direct disciple of the master, how dare I fight with senior brother, for the sake of senior brother today Come on, I won't bother you anymore."

"Stop." Gong Zhengyu raised his sword, and gracefully placed the blade around his neck.

"Brother, you threatened me with your sword."

Chen Zhang stopped in his tracks, turned his head with a naive smile, but a dark light flashed in his small eyes, and he slapped a palm from his side.

sneak attack.

Gong Zhengyu had expected it a long time ago, and easily turned around to avoid it.

With a loud snort, Chen Zhang called out his contract weapon—a fiery red broadsword. With the injection of the spiritual power of the fire root, the blade was ignited with a layer of flames.

In comparison, the narrow white sword in Gong Zhengyu's hand looked a bit inferior, especially since the owner of the sword had no spiritual power.

The two immediately started fighting.

The confrontation of swords and swords is not inferior, they are almost spliced ​​magical weapons, and they will not be directly broken into two halves under the knife tempered by the raging fire.

Gong Zhengyu's swordsmanship is completely opposite to that taught by the Xuanqing sect. His moves are swift and vicious, like a poisonous snake, he goes directly towards the opponent's gate of life, and Chen Zhang quickly loses the wind.

However, he still remembered where his advantage was, and when he found the right time, he swung down with all his strength. Gong Zhengyu blocked it with his sword, and the two fell into a stalemate for a moment.

A thin layer of sweat gradually formed on Gong Zhengyu's forehead. After such a stalemate, he was still no stronger than a monk with spiritual power.

"Gong Zhengyu, you will regret standing up for him." Chen Zhang said viciously while the two were close together.

Gong Zhengyu gritted his back molars, a trace of hostility flashed between his brows and said, "Really?"

The blade of the sword has been bent into an incredible arc, and the blade of the knife hangs only an inch above Li Gong Zhengyu's chest.After he finished speaking, he grabbed the blade of the sword with his bare hands, wrapped it around the blade a few times, pulled it suddenly, and lowered his waist to avoid it at the same time. The two weapons were entangled and thrown out.

Bang!

The Fiery Knife pierced two inches into the ground of the competition platform.

And the white sword returned to its original shape, and fell to the ground with a jingle.

Gong Zhengyu sneered, and before Chen Zhang could react, he grabbed his neck and smashed him to the ground.

The demons have an innate physical advantage, relying only on boxing skills, he is not afraid of a little monk who only has a foundation.

Fist blows, blows to the flesh.

Gong Zhengyu looked at him condescendingly, with a dangerous tone: "Little scum, did your cousin tell you in a dream that he still owes me a beating."

"You—ah! Ow!"

Gong Zhengyu pinched his neck, and glanced at the four stunned little attendants: "I want to see, I beat you to the point of paralysis, whether your little attendants will serve you with feces and urine. "

He returned what Chen Zhang and Xu Zhou said just now.

The other party's eyes widened suddenly, as if he hadn't thought of how his whispered words would reach Gong Zhengyu's ears!

"Gong Zhengyu! Aww! I'm not with you, aww, I didn't sign the life and death certificate, you can't, you can't beat me—!"

If you beat someone to death without signing the life and death certificate, you will be held responsible.

Gong Zhengyu stopped, took out the inner pocket of his clothes, took out a carved token, shook it, and said with a smile: "Then you remember to seek revenge from the Jade Blood Sect, now the Palace Master of the Jade Blood Sect is fighting you."

The disciples watching: "!!!" This trick is too clever!

Wait, when did Senior Gong become the hall master of Jade Blood Sect! ! !

"Ah!" Xie Wuji who was in Xiaoye City sneezed, his eyes darkened.

The door of the wing room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a handsome man walked in. After closing the door, his face collapsed, and he knocked his head on the table: "I said young suzerain, we are the demon sect, and the suzerain master knows that we are thousands of miles away. They came all the way to Xiaoye City not to take advantage of the fire but to save people, so they must have skinned us."

Xie Wuji rolled his eyes at him: "What do you know, how can the young master find an excuse to sneak into the Xuanqing sect if he doesn't save people?"

"Of course I don't understand, what kind of ghost master are you beating—no, why did you sneak into the Xuanqing faction???" The man was puzzled.

Xie Wuji raised his chin and said, "Chasing people."

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