On the rostrum, Lu Jianxi's face also looked much better.

In short, if Jiang Yun wins in the end, this matter will not have any bad impact, but will make Jiang Yun even more embarrassed.

After all, there are many other Jiangdong sects sitting on the rostrum. Although most of them are small and medium-sized sects, they are also more down-to-earth.

As they spread, it is estimated that Jiang Yun's fame will be spread well.

This is a good thing, and it is something that Lu Jianxi likes to hear about.

Jiang Yun can be established as a banner in the Wu River. His father is dead, but the political resources left by Jiang Ming are still there and are very rich.

Jiang Yun’s flag is well-bred, and it is not difficult to take over the Jiangdong Wulin from the hands of the Jiang clan in Luzhou.

This is a very realistic factor. His junior brother Zhao He, as the owner of the manor and think tank, analyzed this issue carefully with him.

If we take these realistic factors out of our personal relationships, we are willing to see Jiang Yun grow up gradually. This is a kind of eager hope for the elders for their close younger generations.

As Jiang Ming’s life and death friend, Lu Jianxi also hopes that Jiang Yun can grow up in the future, whether in terms of strength or reputation, he can grow to the point of being comparable to the "Haoxia Wu" and rebuild the reputation of the Jiang clan in Luzhou. At that time, even if he goes underground, he can proudly say that he has not let down his friendship with the two.

"I am worthy of being Jiang Daxia's son. In the end, I feel sweating on my forehead when I see it." Elder Li Siheng of Mo Jian Sect exclaimed.

"Elder Li, you've praised too much." Although Lu Jianxi was very happy, he still wanted to help Jiang Yun be modest.

After all, after the destruction of the entire Jiang clan, he can even be considered Jiang Yun's guardian now.

"No exaggeration or exaggeration," said Elder Li, "Master Lu, let me ask you one thing. When you were seventeen years old, you seemed to have already started six stars? But do you think you could have stabbed the sword that broke the attack so calmly at that time?"

"This..." Lu Jianxi recalled, it was all about twenty or thirty years ago, how could he remember it clearly?

But at this time, it seems that there is no problem to praise each other. So, Lord Lu said, "Maybe there isn't."

This remark attracted the attention of many people around.

Master Lu can be regarded as the second person in the martial arts world in Jiangdong. He is even less famous than Jiang Ming, but he is also a hero who has been famous for many years. When he was a teenager, he was even more famous in Wu. He has worked hard and luck, and has been here all the way.

But as he heard this, didn’t Master Lu admit that he was not as good as Jiang Yun when he was young?

This caused many people to whisper.

Li Siheng slapped his thigh and said, "That's right! Although our white-clothed sword can only be regarded as an ordinary genius in internal skills, not the most outstanding one, but being able to have this calm and calm sword technique at this age is also a talent that has not been seen for decades."

If you want to talk about strength, this person is actually quite ordinary. He has been stuck in Lin Jiuxing for many years. I guess he has no hope of entering the Ming realm in this life, and he is born in a small sect like Mo Jian Sect, which is estimated to be about a hundred people. However, he is old, has a high seniority, and has always had a good reputation. There are still many people in the world who are willing to respect him.

What's more, he still spares no effort to praise Jiang Yun.

Lu Jianxi stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The tiger father has no dog son."

"Yes." Elder Li sighed, "I am also familiar with Jiang Daxia. Our leader of Jiangdong Xiadao was killed by a slut... His son is so outstanding, if he knows about it, he should be more relieved."

"..." Lu Jianxi paused when he heard Jiang Ming's name, and said, "If you want Jiang Daxia to rest in peace, this revenge will still be avenged."

"It is inevitable." Li Siheng said generously: "Avenging Jiang Daxia is a great wish for the entire Jiangdong martial arts world and even the entire Wujiang River. Even the government cannot stop it!"

He was actually not just talking generously. The Mo Jian Sect is around Jianye, the capital of Jiangdong. After this incident, although their power was not very strong, the disturbance was not small.

This is also a microcosm of the current Jiangdong Wulin.

...

Such an episode came out, but the subsequent process was completed normally.

Jiang Yun returned to the rostrum and sat there. Although Zhang Mosheng was stabbed and his hands were covered with blood, it was not too heavy. Jiang Yun would not have been ruthless in such an environment.

In fact, whether it is Zhang Mosheng's hand injury or Zhang Moping's broken ribs, it is not a serious injury. After a while of cultivation, there will be almost no problem.

When people walk in the world, this little injury is nothing.

After briefly bandaging his hand, Zhang Mosheng stood on the stage again with all the outer disciples who entered the knockout stage.

There is still the last part left in the sword competition - the announcement of the list of disciples who have been included in the true teachings this time.

Every year, the senior management of the Jianjian Villa with the title of Sword Master is not sure about the number of disciples collected from the sword competition. When there are fewer, two or three, and when there are more, seven or eight appear. It mainly depends on whether an outer disciple has impressed a sword master.

Moreover, I don’t think much about rankings - of course, those who can reach the first few places are naturally capable, and there is no problem with being selected.

Lu Jianxi has no plans to accept disciples this year, but he still needs to announce this list.

After reciting three names in a row, the person who was recited was naturally extremely happy. Those who were not recited gradually became bitter.

But he never failed to pronounce Zhang Mosheng's name.

A buzzing buzzing sound of discussion arose among the outer disciples watching from the audience. Some people were saying unfairly for Zhang Mosheng, while others were gloating, saying that he deserved to be angry with the leader without any trouble, and it was all right.

Zhang Mosheng was wearing gauze in his right hand and stood there, his face still calm.

No matter what he thought, at least he had no special performance on his face.

Lu Jianxi stared at him for a while, and paused for a long time.

Just when everyone thought there were only three this year, Zhang Mosheng annoyed the leader because of the previous incident and refused to give him his true identity, Lu Jianxi still read his name.

"…Wen Xiang Sword Master, and took Zhang Mosheng as his disciple."

After saying that, he stopped and stopped looking at Zhang Mosheng. Instead, he turned to face these outer disciples who were accepted as true teachings, and warned them that they would be proud of Burial Sword Villa in the future, respect their teachers and practice hard with their respective masters.
Chapter completed!