Urban Madness

On the eve of the Southern School disciples' competition, Southern School Chief Elder Nan Long gathered all the elders in the hall.

"Everyone, the head is currently practicing in retreat, so this time the disciple contest is led by Elder Xu and I. Now everyone can talk about the situation of our disciples."

Nan Long wore a turquoise robe, with a calm and powerful aura, and said lightly.

As soon as Nan Long said this, the eyes of all the bigwigs present couldn't help but drift a little.

What this said is simply listening to the Lord's words. If listening to the words, what can happen? Anyway, the result is already doomed.

"The Great Elder is polite, we know the strength of our own disciples in our hearts."

"Anyway, this disciple's first and second place in the competition must be held by the disciple of the head and the disciple of Elder Xu. This time it is estimated that they will have a consecutive championship."

As one of the elders spoke, the other elders also hurriedly agreed. Although they may be upset in their hearts, they are actually the case.

Tianhua and Zhou Tian were originally from the South, and even the pinnacle of the younger generation in the barren world.

As for the Great Elder Nanlong, he has never accepted a disciple at all, and naturally there is no such thing as a test.

However, only Zhang Hua and Fatty Wang did not speak.

On the one hand, the two of them are indeed not qualified to interject too much in such a scene.

On the other hand, the hearts of both of them are clearly the same as the mirror, and this time the leader is probably about to change.

As soon as the leader Nan Long wanted to say something, he turned his gaze to Zhang Hua and Fatty Wang, faintly.

"Elder Zhang, Elder Wang, the whole school has been spreading recently. The disciples you two recruit are the most powerful. Are there any disciples who stand out in this period of cultivation?"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang pretended to be, and he touched his big belly, pretending to speak indifferently.

"The great elder praised the two of us a bit. Where can we have any good disciples!"

"It's just that my disciple just defeated Zhou Tian under Elder Xu. It's no big deal. It's all basic operations, basic operations."

Seeing this attitude of Fatty Wang, Zhang Hua on the side was also struggling to smile. This old boy was really choking.

"What? Defeated Zhou Tian? Elder Wang, please stop joking here. Do you think we can believe this?"

"Yes, you are afraid that you want to be famous and want to be crazy, Zhou Tian is the realm of the late Golden Immortal, does it mean that you can defeat it if you defeat it?"

"Who doesn't know that your disciple has always been in the last position in the competition. You want your disciple to be in the limelight. We can understand, but we must respect the objective facts."

The other bigwigs present, you said and I said, laughing at Fatty Wang all the time.

In fact, it is no wonder that if this is put before, I am afraid that I will think that I am talking nonsense.

But Nan Long, who was sitting on the main seat, frowned slightly, and looked at Xu Zhongtian beside him.

"Elder Xu, is what Elder Wang said is true? Does his disciple really defeat Zhou Tian?"

At this time, Xu Zhongtian had the power and prestige of the second elder of the Southern Sect, and his head was almost dripping underground.

I really want to find a hole to drill in. In front of so many elders, I am afraid that I will be useless today.

"Yes... that's right."

Xu Zhongtian exhausted all his energy and finally said these two words.

After these words fell, the atmosphere in the whole hall was extremely silent, as if the nervous gulps of the big men could be heard.

This... This is a bit scary.

"Elder Wang, what the **** is going on? Say it quickly!"

Nan Long took the lead to reflect this, an eager posture, this is unique in the entire Southern School, and it must be taken seriously.

"Since the great elder has already asked so, let me talk to you all!"

"Speaking..."

Fatty Wang stood up slowly, cleared his throat, and described how Ye Fan challenged Tianhua's Tianxian team, and how he defeated Fury and Zhou Tian's record.

Of course, there must be a sense of adding fuel and vinegar to fan the flames, but Xu Zhongtian, who is in the front, never answered a word.

Winner or loser, if you lose, you lose. No matter how much you say, it won't help you. On the contrary, you will appear to be a little guilty and unable to lose.

"Okay! Elder Wang, you take me to meet that enchanting disciple now!"

"When Brother Sect Master comes out of retreat, I will also report this incident to Sister Sect. This is a major event for our Southern Sect. Hurry and go!"

Nan Long didn't even have time to continue the meeting, so he pulled Fatty Wang and left the hall.

At this time, Xu Zhongtian has become the target of public criticism. Although the big guys around didn't say it directly, their eyes already represented everything.

Feeling that Zhou Tian, ​​your subordinate, has always possessed and enjoyed so many training resources, can't he beat a disciple who just started?

This is enough to show your ability as a master!

Xu Zhongtian opened his mouth, wanting to refute something, but didn't know how to speak, so he could only leave the place dingy.

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"Everyone can see clearly that this person is the chief elder of our southern faction, the elder Nanlong."

As soon as he arrived at his camp, Fatty Wang introduced Nanlong to the disciples, and the proud expression in his eyes was unobstructed.

Prior to this, it was impossible for Nan Long to come to his practice site.

"Meet the great elder."

"Meet the great elder."

"Meet the great elder."

A disciple hurriedly bowed down and bowed, respecting him to the utmost.

Nan Long just waved his hand faintly, his eyes wandering non-stop.

"You're welcome, you are welcome, everyone please get up quickly and practice quickly."

"By the way, what about Ye Fan, what about others? In which room is he in?"

"The Great Elder, don't worry, I will bring him out to see you."

After a while, Ye Fan was forcibly pulled over by Fatty Wang.

"Elder, what are you doing? Am I not cultivating well?"

"I'm still cultivating any time, this time I'm going to meet a big man, that's our Southern Sect's Great Elder, please pay attention to me when you speak."

At the last moment, Fatty Wang didn't forget to remind Ye Fan.

After all, this guy will not only surprise himself, but also frighten him.

"The Great Elder of the Southern School?"

Ye Fan sighed slightly, and it seemed that he could see a strong man this time.

When Fatty Wang brought Ye Fan to Nan Long's side, the two looked at each other.

"Meet the great elder."

Ye Fan bends down respectfully, the least courtesy is required.