Chapter 944 A chain of contempt. Are there really such amazing people in the world?
With the arrival of the proud people in Longyuan Academy, it is even more evident that many forces attach great importance to this collective training.
When Jin Liezhang and others arrived, it caused quite a battle.
In the recent bloody grudge battle between the Ancient Holy Body and Cangba, Ye Xi and Ye De died in battle.
Ye Ming and Ye Ao were seriously injured and almost died.
This incident once pushed the reputation of the Jin family to its peak, and once again made people realize the power of Cangba blood.
"The tinkering is pretty good." Jin Zhan looked around critically and said softly.
Jin Haoran curled his lips and said: "Without Tang Chen here, this place is really boring."
"Uncle, you can't let the master demolish this place when he comes." Huang Minger and Xiao Qilin looked at each other, dumbfounded.
Everyone was happy, Tang Chen really dared to do this.
Chi Lin and Chi Jin followed the two young masters loyally, silently, only needing to penetrate their master's life.
"Those are Xian Hongmeng Body and Xian Xuanhuang Body! They actually appeared in the same tribe. It's amazing."
"Feng Yingsui, the young patriarch of the True Qilin Clan, who carries the Supreme Bone, and Huang Da'er, who has the bloodline of the Huangjian and is proficient in swordsmanship, must be the backbone of the Tang Sect."
"The Jin family 껩 to 깊 have an excellent relationship with the Baixian Sect."
When the cultivators saw them, they couldn't help but whisper.
It was a pity and jealousy for Haotai to see so many talented people buried in the Baixian Sect.
But now, since they have arrived at Longyuan Academy, they are naturally students of the academy and no longer members of the Baixian Sect.
"However, Tang Chen didn't receive the invitation letter, haha, he's just a person who is just trying to gain fame."
"It's better if you don't come. Although he is dedicated, his temper is too bad. Who would like to invite him?"
"No matter how good the talent is, it doesn't matter. Bad people are difficult to manage, so don't give up."
Immediately afterwards, someone began to discuss Tang Chen, but their words were filled with deep ridicule and disdain for him.
Those who get the invitation letter are proud;
If there is no invitation letter, 놂yong껩;
This has become a chain of contempt.
"Take note of all the things you said about Xiao Tang, and 'train' them one by one after entering." Jin Liezhang glanced at him and said calmly.
The others narrowed their eyes and nodded, but they didn't cause any trouble.
At this time, several people approached Haotai, cupped their fists and said, "Vice Dean, did Zhang Boren get the invitation letter this time?"
Hearing the words "Zhang Bairen", Haotai's eyes flashed with a trace of hatred and disdain, as well as deep contempt.
"No, how can such a naughty person be qualified to receive an invitation letter after being eliminated?" He waved it off calmly.
These people looked embarrassed, and finally sighed and shook their heads.
Because Zhang Boren was once a student of Longyuan Academy, but was kicked out because of some things.
His friends thought they could use this collective guidance to give him a new opportunity.
"Zhang Bairen, what a pity."
"He is quite unlucky. He hurts the vice-dean by standing up for others... Look here, don't say anything."
"Listen to 꽭놘's orders. We are here this time to cultivate ourselves and protect the 껚 river."
Many of them knew Zhang Boren and spoke highly of him.
Hearing this, Haotai sneered in his heart: "Zhang Boren still wants to enter Longyuan Academy? He is not worthy of this dog!"
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Meng Ling Realm.
The dense forest in the mountains is full of monsters and beasts, but there are lush vegetation and green and emerald green scenery that is full of vitality, which is quite beautiful.
But on the rugged road, winding and prone to sprains, a man's shabby clothes were beaten by wind and rain.
His eyes were full of turbidity and confusion, and he was walking forward like a zombie.
The man in ragged clothes climbed up mechanically. When he reached the top, the clouds dispersed and a faint ray of sunshine fell.
Among the trees on top of the tree, there was another man wearing a purple robe, with his back to him.
The man in ragged clothes glanced at the man in purple robe, his feet were covered with mud, and he slowly sat down.
"Young man, why are you so frustrated?"
The man in purple robe turned around, he was handsome and mighty, but he closed his eyes and asked with a smile.
The man in ragged clothes was speechless. He just looked forward gently, but his heart suddenly shook.
Just because the purple-robed man's eyes have double pupils and are originally as quiet as the wind, at this moment it seems like an ancient candle dragon is staring at him.
Ji Di 꿤!
The ancestor of the Ji family in the Cangxuan Realm walked like an ascetic in the Three Thousand Realms. He was a strong man with great wisdom and courage.
"May I have your name?"
Emperor Ji's warm smile and double eyes had a different kind of magic power, which made the man in ragged clothes gradually get rid of the darkness and asked.
The man in ragged clothes hesitated for a long time, then whispered: "My name is Zhang Bairen."
"You seem to have an unspeakable secret. I recommend a place where you can resolve your confusion after going there." Ji Di 꿤 chuckled.
Zhang Bairen frowned and said, "Why do you want to give guidance?"
"I just wanted you to send a letter."
Emperor Ji smiled and took out a letter from his arms and said.
Zhang Bairen thought about how he was now. It would be useless no matter where he went. It was okay to try his luck.
"where?"
"꽭Qingyu Realm, White Prostitution Immortal Sect."
After saying this, Emperor Ji's rays of light flew away and disappeared from the same place.
Zhang Bairen held the letter and looked puzzled. He was actually looking for Tang Jiao?
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꽭Qingyu boundary.
In today's Holy See, people come to pray every day, and they are extremely pious.
And on the stairs connecting the lower level and the Immortal Cult, there are countless cultivators sitting cross-legged. The old monk is in trance, with a lot of dust on his body.
Some people are even entangled in spider silk and dust.
They are Tang Chen's most loyal listeners, and they all come here to listen to the sermon.
껚At the foot, Zhang Bairen rushed over after a long journey. 껩I don’t understand why the man with double eyes asked him to come here.
Can a letter really solve the fog in my heart?
clang……
Suddenly, a majestic bell rang, like Taoism, awakening countless practitioners who were meditating.
"Is Tang Jiao going to start?"
"놖I've been waiting for a long time."
"Listening to Tang's sermons is like drinking fine wine, mellow and sweet, which you will never forget for a long time."
Zhang Bairen, who was about to climb the stairs, was startled when he saw those cultivators opening their eyes, their divine light blooming.
Naturally, he had heard that Tang Sect has teachings without distinction, and anyone who is willing to listen can come.
Zhang Boren whispered: "Is it possible that I want you to listen to his sermon?"
His face was filled with suspicion, but he couldn't help but sit down cross-legged and began to listen.
The next moment, Tang Chen's voice was like a god singing in Zen, ethereal, leisurely and comfortable, like a fly whisk sweeping away a lot of dust.
Words are like divine power, turning into gurgling streams surging in the dry river, nourishing thousands of depleted creatures.
It's more like a pair of invisible hands, gently fiddling with it, dissolving thousands of clouds and mists, showing bright sunshine, shining through the darkness.
Although it is a small scripture, it has an ever-changing presence in everyone's ears and hearts.
If one listens to it, ten thousand people will not listen to it.
Zhang Bairen sat cross-legged on the steps, his expression slightly changed. When he opened his eyes completely, most of his confusion had subsided.
"Is there really such a magical person in the world?"
He couldn't help but ask himself.
