Shenjianfeng has had a lot of trouble lately, so there are many rumors about other peaks.
It's just that the more rumors spread, the more evil they become.
"Have you heard that many of Shenjianfeng's disciples are having problems with their cultivation?"
"What? Is there a psychological problem with Shen Jianfeng's disciple?"
"Does Shen Jianfeng disciple like male appearance?"
Chief Feng, many disciples were talking while walking, while the disciples of Shen Jianfeng, who also came here, heard these words but looked puzzled.
When the fuck did we like men?
He turns his head in anger and tries to drink angrily, only to be held back by his companion.
"Don't worry about it. Go and pick out the art first."
"Yes, yes, yes, the technique is the most important, I haven't got a position in two days."
On top of the main peak, there are all kinds of Feng disciples, but it is very simple to distinguish Shenjianfeng disciples, that is, to see whether they have injuries on their bodies.
As long as it is wounded, it is a disciple of God Jianfeng.
I don't know why, but in the last few days, everyone in Shenjianfeng has been wounded. God knows what they are doing.
At the beginning, the disciples were still very confused. Could there be any danger in Zongmen?
The reply they got after inquiring was that they could learn from each other.
"God Jianfeng these people are too ruthless, not to get to this point?"
"I have already told you that there are problems with Shen Jianfeng's disciples."
"I tell you, three times a day, scuffles break out on Shenjianfeng, and they don't know what they're doing."
"I heard that too. It is said that the disciples of Shenjianfeng are particularly aggressive."
"That's right. If they don't have a fight every day, they feel like they are suffering all over."
"Stay away from them and be careful not to be dragged into a duel."
Seeing Shen Jianfeng disciples, the other Feng disciples were already walking around, for fear of being targeted by this group of madmen.
However, for such gaze, Shen Jianfeng disciples did not care at all. How could a group of ignorant people know the craftsmanship of Master Brother Changqing?
This was not only true for the disciples of each Feng, but also for the deacons of the Shu Fa Hall who saw the disciples of Shenjianfeng.
If we can say that Shenjianfeng disciples have come to the most frequently recently, it must be the Shufa Hall.
There is no way, if the strength is not enough, you can't grab food. All Shenjianfeng disciples have played with their lives to become stronger. Cultivating the rules of art is the most direct and effective way.
"Why are you here again?"
Looking at the front of the eyes, the hands are still tied bandages of the two Shen Jianfeng disciples, the deacon guarding the art hall depressed way.
He only came here three days ago.
Smelling the words, two disciples opened their mouths to return to the path.
"I want to choose a swordsmanship."
"I want to choose a body art."
Are you here to learn the Dharma again? What is going on with this disciple of Shen Jianfeng? Do you want to lose your hard-earned lineage? Your days are numbered?
"You can't chew off more than you can chew. Cultivation still requires steady progress, one step at a time."
I earnestly advised that there are many uses for studying gate points, and it is not a wise choice to spend all on techniques.
What's more, keeping some of them can also be used for emergencies.
Only in the face of the deacon's persuasion, the two disciples of Shen Jianfeng went in one ear and out the other, what a piece of bullshit, one step at a time, and now they just want to dry their food.
Without food, there is no point in staying at the gate.
"I thank the deacon for his kindness, but I have made up my mind."
'Well, let it be.'
People want to learn, and there are enough places, and it is not against the rules, and the deacon cannot force it.
After successfully entering the art hall and selecting a satisfactory technique, the two Shenjianfeng disciples excitedly returned to Shenjianfeng, and then practiced hard day and night.
"Huh, when I have practiced this whole day Jianfeng, I will definitely get the position next time."
On the training ground, two disciples with injuries cultivation, and not only them, the original huge training ground, at this time has long been noisy.
Moreover, every disciple had injuries on his body, but no one cared about them.
Let alone disciples, the deacons of the Shenjianfeng Deacon Hall are also practicing frantically.
The whole deacon Hall is no longer quiet as it used to be. All it has is the sound of cultivation.
A famous deacon was practicing in the courtyard of the deacon Church.
"Damn Xu Jie, it's been three days in a row, and every time you stare at me, you really think I'm a soft touch? When I am done, I will make you look good next time."
The cultivation atmosphere above and below Shenjianfeng can be said to be extremely rich.
On this day, at the foot of Shenjianfeng Mountain, two figures, one old and one young, were walking slowly.
The old man, wearing a green gown, and the girl on the side, is wearing a double ponytail, it looks seventeen or eight years old, the eyes are full of innocence, happy around the old man constantly ask what.
"Master, what are we doing here at Shenjianfeng?"
"Come to see an old friend."
"Oh, is it Lord Hong Zun of Shenjianfeng?"
"MHM"
"Master, who do you think is more powerful than the disciples of Shen Jianfeng or me?"
"Ordinary disciples are certainly not as strong as you, but those personal disciples are stronger than you."
"I see."
"That's normal. You haven't been cultivating for a long time, but in terms of talent, you're no worse than them."
"Are all the disciples of Shen Jianfeng very hard in cultivation?"
"That is natural, after all, it is the first immortal school in Dongzhou, and any Taoist or Taoist disciple who is put out there is a leader among the people."
"That's amazing. Can I also stay in Shenjianfeng to cultivate?"
"What, you don't want to practice with your master anymore?"
"Master can stay, too."
"You are a girl who is used to idle around for teachers, so you will not join the clan."
The old man named Qingshi, is an old friend of Hong Zun, in the whole East island is also very famous strong, but is a Sanxiu just, never joined any Zong door.
As for the girl, she was the only disciple of Qingshi. Her name was Wang Yao.
While speaking, the two had already walked to the peak of Shenjianfeng, where the two disciples who were in charge of guarding the gate were practicing.
Looking at the two disciples who did not forget to cultivate even though they were guarding the mountain gate, Wang Yao said with admiration on her face.
"What Master said is true. Disciple Shen Jianfeng cultivates very hard. He does not forget to cultivate here, and he still carries injuries."
Just hearing this, the bluestones on the side were frowning slightly.
He is not the first time to God Jianfeng, because and Hong Zun intersect, bluestone to God Jianfeng many times.
For God Jianfeng can be regarded as understanding.
But these two disciples are exaggerating a bit. The guard of the mountain gate is rotated. Under normal circumstances, when it is their turn to guard the mountain gate, they will not cultivate.
But now, these two disciples, even this time is not let go, and, with injuries on their bodies, but also so hard, the previous disciples of God Jianfeng have so hard?
I always felt that something was strange, but Qingshi did not say anything more and started to move forward. At the same time, the two disciples also saw Qingshi's master and his disciples, and immediately stopped and stepped forward.
"Why have you come to my Shenjianfeng?"