Chapter 20: Advance news of promotion selection

Looking at the confident Deng Yuan, Lin Fei faintly smiled, disapproving.

"Hehe, really. It seems that you feel pretty good about yourself."

"Just try it."

Deng Yuan looked at Lin Fei with a dignified look, and he could see that he was starting to face Lin Fei's opponent squarely.

Seeing that the two masters finally started to do it, everyone in the court was expecting it.

"It's been a long time since I had such a chance to face an opponent like you, I really look forward to it."

Deng Yuan squinted at Lin Fei, his aura slowly condensing, his fists clenched, and the crackling noise of joints came out from time to time.

Lin Fei was calm and calm, instead carrying his hands on his back, looking at Deng Yuan with an extremely indifferent gaze.

With that expression, it seemed that Deng Yuan was not at all concerned.

Seeing this, Deng Yuan's face sank.

"Arrogance, sometimes you have to pay the price."

As soon as the voice fell, the momentum gathered on his body was fierce, and a thunderous blow was about to be sent.

"stop"

Suddenly, a thunderous shout was sent over.

Everyone present, including Lin Fei, immediately felt a powerful pressure coming, and everyone felt even a little breathless.

Geographical master

One drink of the prestige has such an effect, it is indeed a realm master.

Lin Fei secretly said.

I saw a figure rushing quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in the fighting arena, and his eyes swept like electricity. Everyone present was immediately cautious, and no one dared to speak again.

Deacon Lu

As soon as the figure stopped, all the miscellaneous disciples recognized the person.

Deacon Lu is specifically responsible for managing the clerical disciples of the school, but he rarely shows his face in front of the clerical disciples.

"Two months later, there will be a selection contest for the promotion of miscellaneous disciples. From now on, all private fights will be stopped. Violators will be expelled from the school."

After Deacon Lu made the announcement, he stared at everyone coldly, with a clear threat.

When I glanced over Lin Fei, Deng Yuan and others, they just paused for a while and stopped paying attention.

Obviously he was fighting the struggle between the clerical disciples, and he didn't even care about life and death.

Seeing more than a dozen people injured in the field, they didn't even have any interest in asking.

His own cultivation base is in the realm of vitality, and he finally promoted to the position of deacon in the sect.

However, the high-ranking sect assigned him to manage the affairs of the clerical disciples.

Some other deacons are in charge of outer disciples or even inner disciples, some are in charge of the pill hall of the school, some are in charge of the precepts hall, and some are in charge of the Chuanwu hall, all of which are very important positions.

He is the only one who manages this group of low-ranking disciples who are not valued or bothered.

In frustration, he has always been these clerical disciples who are indifferent and chaotic.

Only this time, there was an urgent need to add a group of outer disciples in the school, specifically confessing that he should pay attention to this matter.

Moreover, if he can be promoted to a little more foreign disciple from the miscellaneous disciples he is in charge of, he may also be able to gain more face and accumulate more qualifications.

So this time he personally announced the matter to show his importance.

As soon as Deacon Lu made the announcement, every disciple suddenly exploded and started talking in a low voice.

It turns out that the promotion and selection of miscellaneous disciples has been carried out every four years.

And the next promotion selection date would have to wait until a year later, but now Deacon Lu announced that it will be carried out two months later, everyone thought they had heard it wrong.

After being surprised, some people even lowered their voices to guess whether Deacon Lu made a mistake.

"Shut up. This is a martial art decision. Be prepared."

Deacon Lu shouted sternly, and coldly glanced at the clerical disciples, his eyes revealed impatience.

When his gaze passed Lin Fei again, he suddenly moved in his heart and looked twice more.

"Your name is Lin Fei"

Lin Fei hurriedly saw Deacon Lu asking questions, and quickly stepped forward and replied: "Back to Deacon Lu, the disciple is Lin Fei."

Lin Fei was very respectful. He knew where he was now. The deacon with the vitality and realm cultivation in front of him, perhaps an unhappy one, could immediately kill himself.

"Didn't you become stupid before? Why are you so sober now."

Deacon Lu's words were a bit curious.

"The disciple did not have a clear head before, but he has healed now."

"Well, that's fine. You have a good foundation. Work hard."

Lin Fei's past, he also heard a little bit, the first outsider before, but unfortunately later became a fool.

Now suddenly discovering that Lin Fei has changed for the better again, Deacon Lu also had some expectation.

After all, what an outstanding disciple Lin Fei was in the past.

"Thank you, Deacon Lu, for your concern. The disciples will definitely work hard."

"Ok."

Lin Fei's respectful attitude made Deacon Lu slightly satisfied.

"Well, it's all gone."

Deacon Lu waved his sleeves and left without looking back, announcing that the matter was over, he didn't have much interest in facing these clerical disciples.

Deacon Lu's special dealings with Lin Fei made the clerical disciples present feel jealous.

After Deacon Lu took charge of the miscellaneous disciples, he always ignored all the miscellaneous disciples.

But just now, he specifically asked about Lin Fei's situation.

This made many clerical disciples present very jealous.

I didn't understand what kind of **** luck Lin Fei did, and he could easily win Deacon Lu's favor.

Deng Yuan was so jealous that his eyes were red. He has always regarded himself highly.

Among the miscellaneous disciples, every time he appears, it is the focus and the center of attention.

But just now, when Deacon Lu's gaze swept over him, he didn't stay for a second.

On the contrary, he showed special concern for Lin Fei, how could this make him accept it.

How much he wanted to step forward and slam Lin Fei under his feet, telling the world that he was the one worthy of attention.

But in the end, Deng Yuan stared at Lin Fei bitterly, and left with his group of injured teenagers.

Lin Fei did not stop the people from Deng Yuan.

Although, compared to Deng Yuan's hatred for him, he hates Deng Yuan even more.

Speaking of the grudge between him and Deng Yuan, it originated in an accident.

Not long ago, Lin Fei occasionally broke into a small wood near the settlement of the clerical disciples.

However, it was discovered that Deng Yuan and a female handyman disciple were holding naked and doing that gratuitous thing.

After Lin Fei was driven out by Deng Yuan, he told other clerical disciples that Deng Yuan and a woman were naked in the woods and rolled on the ground to fight.

Once this happened, it became a laughing stock.

Deng Yuan furiously beat Lin Fei and nearly killed him.

This is the reason for their grudge.

"Meng Shan, go, go to the pill hall to change some elixir to heal you."

After everyone dispersed, Lin Fei said with a bitter smile looking at Meng Shan's wounds and the wilting breath.

"Elixir"

Meng Shan was taken aback.

"No, I'll just apply some medicine for traumatism. You see, I can't die for this sloppy man."

All of the elixir and elixir in the Pill Hall are of great value, but they are not affordable for ordinary clerical disciples.

"If it's just an external injury, it's still a trivial matter. But if an internal injury is formed, and if it doesn't heal in time, leaving behind a hidden injury, it will definitely affect the progress of future cultivation."

Meng Shan hesitated when he heard it.

If it affects future cultivation, it is indeed a major event.

Meng Shan's father sent him to the Huayang School in the hope that he will be successful in learning martial arts and will succeed in the future. It can be said that the hope of the whole family rests on him.

"Let's go. Don't worry about money."

Lin Fei knew what Meng Shan was worried about, and dragged Meng Shan to the location of the Pill Hall.

A quiet and elegant small courtyard, a three-story loft with exquisite style, this is the pill hall of Huayang School.

Most of the people in the school came here to ask for medicine when they needed a pill.

Lin Fei dragged Meng Shan to a counter on the first floor.

Behind the counter sat a disciple on duty.

When the disciple saw Lin Fei and Meng Shan's dressing as a clerical disciple, he immediately showed contempt.

"What are you two trespassing in the Dantang? This is not a place where your clerical disciples come here casually."

In an indifferent tone, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Due to its special status in the school, the disciples in the medicine hall are proud of it, and look down upon disciples in other departments.

In his eyes, the trivial clerical disciple is even worse than a pig or a dog.

Lin Fei's expression sternly, but then resisted, being too impulsive and always bad.

Although Lin Fei's body is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, he is a human for two lifetimes. He has been a deputy sales manager with a lot of experience in the previous life on the earth, and he often does not have a sentence or two.

"Buy a healing medicine. What good healing medicine do you have here."

"The good healing elixir depends on you"

The disciple of the medicine hall glanced at Lin Fei with a mocking expression on his face, believing that Lin Fei and Lin Fei were indifferent.

"A good healing medicine is not affordable for people of your level. The cheapest healing medicine here is Jinchuang San, a pack of Yuanjingshi. Where can I get burns and cuts, or mosquito bites, dizziness and headaches? ,The effect is good."

The words of the disciples of the Medicine Hall were full of joking, staring at both Lin Fei and Meng Shan with disdain.

In fact, he saw Meng Shan's whole body injuries early in the morning, but he didn't believe that these two clerical disciples could afford the panacea of ​​his Pill Medicine Hall.

He also knows how much the miscellaneous disciple pays a month. There are only three yuan spars, and even a year, there are only more than 30 yuan spars.

And as long as a slightly better elixir, which one does not cost more than 100 yuan spar?

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