Yan Mei also said: "Master, this was the same rule when we first entered. Even though he was brought in by Junior Sister Dao, the disciple felt that it was not appropriate to do so."

Sun Jiang glanced at the two of them, then looked at Zhang Yuanshan and Nie Yunrong, and said: "Yuanshan, Yunrong, what do you think?"

Zhang Yuanshan cupped his hands and said: "This is indeed the rule when the disciple first started. But now the master is in charge. If the master trusts Junior Brother Chu, he can actually teach Junior Brother Chu the skills first, and then take Junior Brother Chu with him after a month.

The sect is.

Nie Yunrong said respectfully: "Disciple has no objection. Disciple listens to master."

Sun Jiang glanced at a few more people, pondered for a moment, and said: "The rules are the previous rules, not those set by the sect. Since I am in charge here now, I can naturally make the decision to recruit disciples first and teach the techniques first.

.Since Feiyang was brought by Linger, I naturally believe him."

After that, he said in a deep voice: "Feiyang, let's go to the back."

At this time, Sister Dao suddenly said: "Master, let's follow the previous rules. Since Senior Brother He and the others were like this before, I think it is necessary to let Junior Brother Chu wait another month before going to the sect to offer sacrifices."

We can wait until we pay homage to the ancestor's memorial tablet, as this is fair to others."

Sun Jiang frowned and glanced at her. Just as he was about to speak, Luo Qingzhou said respectfully: "Master, I am willing to wait for a month. During this month, I can practice on my own first. I am not in a hurry."

Sun Jiang paused, stared at him for a while, then nodded and said: "In that case, let's wait for another month. We will go to the sect in a month. By then, the master will teach the boxing techniques and internal skills.

Here you go. If you are lucky and win the competition in the sect, or complete the sect’s mission, you may be able to go to the sect’s Tibetan Martial Pavilion and choose the techniques at will.”

Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master."

Sun Jiang said no more and turned to leave.

The front yard was quiet for a moment.

Yan Mei snorted coldly and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "It's okay if you go through the back door yourself, even the people you bring want to go through the back door. If you don't rely on yourself to practice, you rely on connections, why do you still need to show your face?"

When Sister Dao heard this, her face darkened: "Senior Sister Yan, are you talking about me?"

Yan Mei sneered, looked at her without hesitation and said, "Junior Sister Dao, then who do you think I am talking about?"

Sister Dao clenched her fists and said with an ashen face: "I did not go through the back door, nor did I let Junior Brother Chu go through the back door. I joined the sect based on my own ability, not relying on any connections."

Yan Mei sneered, turned her head and looked at He Yang next to her: "Senior Brother He, do you believe it?"

He Yang smiled faintly and said: "Forget it, let's give Master some face."

Yan Mei sneered and said: "Junior Sister Dao, how did you enter the sect, I dare not comment, because I don't know. But he..."

A surge of anger suddenly rose in Sister Dao's chest: "What's wrong with him? Chu Feiyang also came in by his own ability. Although I introduced him, the master took a fancy to his cultivation talent. He is young and is already

The cultivation level of a middle-term martial artist is no worse than yours."

Yan Mei's face suddenly filled with sarcasm: "He is indeed no worse than me. A grown man's fists are soft and soft, like a woman's embroidery. Of course I can't compare. My iron rod is not as beautiful as his embroidery."

Sister Dao clenched her fists: "Senior Sister Yan, do you really think your iron rod is very powerful?"

Yan Mei sneered and said, "At least it's better than your knife. What, you want to try it?"

Sister Dao took out her knife with a "swish" sound and said tit for tat: "Am I afraid of you?"

Zhang Yuanshan hurriedly came over to break up the fight: "Junior Sister Yan, Junior Sister Dao, forget it, they are all our own sisters, why bother. If Master sees it, everyone will be punished."

Nie Yunrong also quickly grabbed Sister Dao and said, "Senior Sister Dao, forget it, let's go and compare notes."

Yan Mei looked disdainful: "You have just been promoted to the early stage of martial arts. You are not qualified to fight with me. I'm afraid that if I hit you with a stick, your sword will be broken immediately, and I can't afford to pay for it. If you cry then, I will too

I can’t help it.”

Sister Dao's face turned pale with anger. She tightened her grip on the handle of the knife and was about to speak. Luo Qingzhou, who had been silent next to her, suddenly said, "Senior Sister Yan, is your stick very hard?"

Yan Mei looked at him with contempt: "At least it's harder than your fist."

Then he glanced at a certain part of him and sneered: "It's naturally harder than a certain part of yours."

Luo Qingzhou nodded and said: "Senior Sister Yan, actually I also have a stick here, and I think it is also very hard. If Senior Sister Yan is willing, we can try it."

After saying that, he took out a dark wooden stick from the storage bag.

After Yan Mei heard this, she glanced at the wooden stick in his hand and couldn't help but sneer: "Junior Brother Chu, are you sure that stick of yours is very hard?"

Feng Yunsong on the side couldn't help but laugh: "The stick is very hard... Junior Brother Chu is kidding us, right?"

He Yang couldn't help but smile on his face.

Only Sister Dao clenched the handle of the knife in her hand and looked at the young man beside her seriously.

She was very familiar with his gaze and expression.

Luo Qingzhou gently stroked the wooden stick in his hand and said calmly: "It may not be too hard, but I think it should be harder than Senior Sister Yan's iron rod. Do you want to give it a try, Senior Sister Yan?"

The place fell silent.

Yan Mei squinted her eyes, stared at him coldly for a while, and sneered: "Are you sure you want to try?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said: "If Senior Sister Yan takes back what she just insulted Senior Sister Dao, I don't have to try. Otherwise, Senior Sister Yan will cry and I won't be able to coax her."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Mei burst into laughter.

He Yang and Feng Yunsong couldn't help but laugh next to them.

Even Zhang Yuanshan frowned and shook his head beside him.

Feng Yunsong couldn't help laughing and said: "Junior Brother Chu, are you too crazy? Junior Sister Yan's iron rod was made of dark iron, runes and other fine materials were added, and it was refined for ten times in the refining furnace.

It just came out a few days ago. It is a family heirloom. Even some indestructible swords and knives cannot withstand its fierce blow. Even steel can be smashed with a stick. So, you know what you just said

How funny is the joke?"

He Yang sneered from the side and said: "Young and frivolous is understandable. But being arrogant and arrogant is not good. It will only embarrass yourself."

Luo Qingzhou ignored their sarcasm, still holding the wooden stick in his hand, looking at the woman opposite and saying: "Senior Sister Yan, I also spent a lot of money to buy this wooden stick. If you interrupt me, I don't want you."

I won’t cry if you want to make compensation. But if your iron rod breaks, I hope Senior Sister Yan won’t let me compensate you and don’t cry, okay?”

"Whoosh!"

Yan Mei didn't talk nonsense to him anymore, and directly pulled out the iron rod from behind, and said with a sneer: "Since you insist on being embarrassed, then as a senior sister, I will naturally help you. Don't worry, with so many people testifying, we will all

You are a warrior, so you naturally know the rules. If you are injured, you will heal yourself. If your weapon is broken, you will be unlucky. Come on, as a senior sister, I can give you three sticks first. After three sticks, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhang Yuanshan wanted to come forward to persuade him, but He Yang glanced at him, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's have a discussion. Master also recommends it. At most, you can break a wooden stick and leave some bruises on your body. My junior brother, Yan

Junior sister will not do anything harsh."

Seeing what he said, Zhang Yuanshan frowned and couldn't persuade him any more.

Yan Mei held the stick across his chest and said with a sneer on his face: "Junior Brother Chu, you have to use more force. If the stick loses its strength, then you, as a man, will be completely useless."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yunsong next to him burst into laughter.

Luo Qingzhou clenched the wooden stick in his hand and rushed forward without saying a word. The internal energy in his body surged up his arm. The wooden stick in his hand suddenly rose up, and then fell down with a "swish"!

"First move!"

Yan Mei looked at his unsystematic stick moves and said disdainfully. She stood motionless and directly raised the iron rod in her hand to block.

"boom!"

The wooden stick fell heavily on the iron rod she was holding horizontally.

Her arm suddenly shook, and the tiger's mouth almost split open. She was secretly frightened, but the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously.

With such force and the hardness of her iron rod, the opponent's wooden rod would probably be broken immediately.

"Crack!"

Sure enough, a breaking sound sounded.

Just as she was about to sneer, her arms suddenly relaxed, and the same iron rod held in both hands was... strangely broken into two pieces...

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