Chapter 27 Little Fatty
The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were all arrogant and high-spirited. They looked at the Zhenwu Sect with evil eyes, and they felt as if their things had been robbed and they vowed to take them back.
To this.
The Zhenwu Sect disciples also refused to give in.
Led by the Nine True Inheritors, all the disciples had cold eyes.
The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment.
Taoist Longshan was helpless.
He sighed:
"Of course I won't forget the ten-year promise."
"As Brother Shenjian said, is this still the old rule?"
The original mighty aura of the old man with the sword suddenly stagnated, and his expression was a little unnatural.
Ten years ago, he had already felt something from the battle with Taoist Longshan. The other party was vaguely letting go. This time, he knew that Taoist Longshan had already half-stepped into the realm of heaven and human beings. If he fought again, it would not be a inevitable defeat.
His teeth ached at the thought of being tortured in front of so many disciples again.
But the words have been spoken.
Naturally, he would not slap himself in the face in public.
He coughed twice and hummed:
"Longshan Niubi, is this how you treat guests?"
Taoist Longshan was stunned for a moment, then laughed:
"Brother Shenjian brings all the disciples of Shenjian Sect over here. Our Zhenwu Sect has already prepared for the feast of wind and dust!"
"Wentian, bring the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect over there."
"Brother Shenjian, please!"
Said.
Taoist Longshan and the old man Shenjian walked towards Mingwu Pavilion. The two obviously had something to discuss.
See this.
The disciples of the two sects were quite confused and looked at each other.
It was obvious that a fight was about to start, and the tension was high, so why did he suddenly start eating?
Only a few of them could see clearly. They knew that these two elders just didn't seem to deal with each other. I'm afraid they still regarded each other as good friends in their hearts, mainly because they couldn't let go.
Ning Qi couldn't help but smile.
Luo Wentian also shook his head.
He knows the things inside better.
"Everyone, please."
He smiled at Dong He, the senior brother of the Divine Sword Sect, and Dong He also smiled helplessly.
Qin Yun followed Luo Wentian, the sharpness in his eyes gradually dissipated, but he was still a little cold.
Ning Qi walked behind with Bai Yuan.
At this time, a thief voice sounded:
"Is this your pet?"
Ning Qi turned around and saw that the fair and tender little fat man was looking at Bai Yuan with fiery eyes. He sniffed and seemed to be envious of Ning Qi for having such a magical pet. In fact, there were many disciples of the Divine Sword Sect. His eyes stayed on the white ape.
Hear the words.
Before Ning Qi said anything, Bai Yuan was already furious.
He now regarded himself as a human being. When he heard the little fat man say this, he suddenly bared his teeth and startled the little fat man. If Ning Qi hadn't been by his side, he would have teased the little fat man no matter what.
Ning Qi said seriously:
"He is not my pet. He is a third-generation disciple of the Zhenwu Sect. His name is Yuan Tiansheng."
The little fat man was stunned for a moment, and then saw Bai Yuan snorting coldly, and he responded with an 'ah':
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He couldn't help but said:
"Yuan Tiansheng, you are so smart, you can actually understand what I say."
But Bai Yuan folded his arms and snorted, ignoring him.
The little fat man wiped his nose angrily and looked at Ning Qi:
"My name is Zhuang Chen."
Ning Qi nodded and smiled:
"Ning Qi."
He could sense that the vitality in Zhuang Chen's body was not weak, and he had obviously already entered the martial arts. Looking at his age, he was obviously a peerless genius.
Disciples from both factions took their seats.
With Luo Wentian and others accompanying him, Ning Qi naturally didn't need to do anything. He only had to take care of himself.
but.
There's an extra oil bottle.
Perhaps because he discovered that there was another disciple of the Zhenwu Sect who was similar to his own age, Zhuang Chen sat directly next to Ning Qi.
Originally, Dong He, the senior brother of the Divine Sword Sect, wanted to stop him, but Luo Wentian smiled and dissuaded him, saying that there would be no problem for our junior brother to take Zhuang Chen with him.
This made Dong He look at Ning Qi in surprise.
but.
This is a bit painful for Ning Qi.
The fat little Zhuang Chen turned out to be a talkative man.
"Ning Qi, have you started practicing martial arts?"
"I've been practicing for a while."
"Ning Qi, do you know swordsmanship?"
"Know a little."
"Ning Qi, how do you and Yuan Tiansheng know each other?"
"Ning Qi, let me tell you quietly, I am very strong."
"Ning Qi..."
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Just started.
Ning Qi also gave a few perfunctory answers.
But after seeing the little fat man talking more and more, Ning Qi wisely shut up.
He was wandering in the world, and after listening to the conversation between the disciples of the two sects for a moment, he was immersed in his own world, and he could understand the Tao and practice the Dharma anywhere.
"Ning Qi, Ning Qi..."
Zhuang Chen looked at Ning Qi, who was unfocused and did not answer his questions, and felt pity in his heart:
"Ning Qi doesn't seem very smart. I asked him several questions and he only answered me one."
Zhuang Chen looked at Bai Yuan again and tried to talk to him.
But the white ape just made a face and ignored him. The little white ape also held a grudge.
Zhuang Chen curled his lips slightly, and then focused all his attention on the food in front of him.
Eating is his second favorite hobby.
There are no waves or waves on the reception banquet.
Although the disciples of the two sects were young and vigorous, and some disliked each other, they all knew etiquette and restrained themselves.
It wasn't until near the end that the figures of the old man Shenjian and Taoist Longshan appeared again.
Ning Qi woke up from the fugue state.
The two of them sat at the head of the table.
Taoist Longshan said with a smile:
"Just now I discussed with Brother Shenjian, from now on, the ten-year agreement between the two sects needs to be changed."
Everyone stared at him intently.
The old man Shenjian coughed lightly and said lightly:
"We are old now, so it is inconvenient for us to fight. There is a saying that when the master is busy, the disciples will do the work. From now on, the ten-year agreement will be based on the competition between you disciples. This time it will be just an adaptation experience, and the next time it will officially start."
"By then, whoever wins will have the right to use Zhenwu Mountain for ten years."
The disciples were all shocked.
Fighting spirit rose in their eyes.
Originally, they were just bystanders and witnesses of the ten-year agreement, but from now on, they have to participate in it.
Ning Qi felt a little strange.
I'm afraid that the old man Shenjian knew that he couldn't beat his master, so he deliberately proposed a change of method.
But looking at Taoist Longshan's smiling face, it seems that he doesn't care.
The two changed the bet to a different form, probably because they wanted to put some pressure on their disciples. Pressure is motivation, and the ten-year agreement hanging over their heads can make them progress faster.
Ning Qi smiled secretly.
This method is obviously useful, even the white ape and the fat man next to him are excited.
Some young disciples blushed.
For the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, this is a great opportunity to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the old man Divine Sword, and for the disciples of the Zhenwu Sect, it is to defend the honor of the sect.
Ning Qi always felt that his master and the old man Divine Sword had some bad taste in their smiles.
I don’t know what the two said in the Mingwu Pavilion.
Seeing that the atmosphere has been mobilized.
Taoist Longshan stood up and said:
"Although this time is just for you to adapt to the experience, you can’t be careless. You need to go all out. Brother Divine Sword and I have prepared some rewards, and those who perform well can get them."
The disciples were immediately more excited.
But Ning Qi didn’t feel anything.
He could freely browse the entire scripture library of the Zhenwu Sect, and he didn't expect that the old man with the magic sword would take out any shocking secret books.
