Unexpectedly, he would answer like this. Huan Xiang was stunned for a moment, then straightened his face and scolded him solemnly: "What are you talking about? Mingxuan? Have you forgotten all the rules?"

After being furious for a few seconds, he changed the subject, "How could I have an unmotivated son like you?"

"The direct descendants of other sects are one after another. You established the foundation at the age of fifteen and became famous at a young age. However, after you joined the Changming Sect, you were severely suppressed by the people of the Yueqing Sect. You know what they said about our Ming family outside.

?"

Mingxuan originally lowered his eyes, but after hearing these words, his mood finally changed a little, "Really?"

The father's words in front of him were harsh. Just standing there made him feel uncomfortable.

"I'm so sorry, it didn't look like what you expected." The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and when he passed by, a talisman was lightly attached to the figure in front of him, "But in fact -"

"I don't plan to change either."

As he said these words, the talisman ignited flames and the phantom disappeared.

He has seen this kind of trial too many times.

There is no difficulty at all.

Mingxuan came out the fastest. He stretched and looked at the fabricated scene in front of him. Not to mention it was quite real. He couldn't break the formation immediately and had to wake up a few other people. Mingxuan was bored and wandering around.

The illusory array in front of me quickly went around and found Song Hansheng's figure in the illusory array.

It seems that the nightmare of a genius is nothing more than a few, the family's expectations and the sect's expectations.

The illusion formation was constructed from the inside of the Yue Qing Sect, and Song Hansheng faced the elders of the Yue Qing Sect.

The old man kept chattering, using depressing language: "Is this what our future heir to the Yue Qing Sect looks like?"

"You are so bad, what can you do?"

"If you leave the sect, you will only be treated like trash." His tone was condescending and pitiful, "How pitiful."

Mingxuan walked closer and looked at Song Hansheng's silent appearance. He slammed the table, which scared Song Hansheng when he looked up and saw the intruder, looking a little confused.

Mingxuan: "What are you doing? Playing?"

The old man was choked. He had never seen such a careless and unqualified person come in. He said coldly, "Why don't you report it?"

"A disciple like you." He looked mean and glanced at the other person with his usual critical eyes, "If you pick any direct disciple at random, they are better than you. There are so many direct disciples in the past and present, and you are definitely the one with the lowest talent."

"If I were you, I would be ashamed and consciously give up my identity as a direct descendant."

Mingxuan waved his hand and smiled: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I don't do it personally, it doesn't make much money to work hard for half a day at a time."

"Speaking of which, my family is quite rich." He held his chin, "How about this, elder, how about you call me daddy? Then we will be the disciples and grandsons of the Ming family. When you die, I can still let my daddy

I’ll buy you the best cemetery.”

"..."

A moment of silence.

The elder gradually realized that this man was abnormal, so it was better not to offend him first.

So the elder decided to ignore Mingxuan, turned around and continued to give Song Hansheng psychological hints Ruoyouruowu, "I have a son as old as you, who has easily reached the Nascent Soul stage."

"What?!" Mingxuan's voice suddenly rose, "Is your son so good? Then you think I look pretty good, how about I go on a blind date with him? To be honest, elder, I don't want to work hard anymore.

"

"..."

In just a few words, the elder broke his guard.

The defense was completely broken.

He pointed to the door: "Get out of here."

Mingxuan smiled: "Eh? Did you really not think about it?"

"Go away."

Song Hansheng, who had been trapped in the illusion, was frightened out of his wits by the high and low voices of the two people.

Song Hansheng looked at the scene in front of him: "..."

Ah, they are indeed the devils of Changming Sect.

Song Hansheng sometimes really envies the atmosphere of the Changming Sect. After all, these people get sick from time to time and seem much happier than them.

The ancestors who were observing them in the dark all fell silent.

First there was Xue Yu, and then there was Ming Xuan. Has Chang Mingzong finally gone crazy this year?

…

The ancient forest is full of dangers. Occasionally, there will be monks who have been exiled to this place or who cannot get out. Qin Huai, Zhou Xingyun, and Ye Qinghan are the key investigation targets of the ancestors.

Basically, as long as they pass the test, these three swordsmen will be the heirs to inherit their mantles in the future.

Three days passed by in a flash, and all the sword cultivators basically got their own opportunities. Only these three people were silent. As expected, they would be left behind by the ancestors for inheritance.

Before inheriting the inheritance, they had to pass a trial. All three of them fainted and fell to the ground. The trial must have been arranged.

"Don't disturb the trial of the three of them." The gentle voice of the ancestor of the Bishui Sect sounded, reminding them both lightly and not seriously, "You eight, come here to protect the law."

"Remember not to let anyone disturb you."

Ye Qiao understands, then someone will definitely stop them next.

She asked a few sword spirits to stay where they were and guard the three people. After sensing the strange aura, she said, "Let's go. Go deal with them."

To be honest, there were a bit too many people this time.

They all took the opportunity to interfere with the trial of the three people. In a place like this ancient forest, the strong dominate the territory. There should be many strong people who have been taught by the ancestors or seniors of the five sects.

Therefore, it cannot be ruled out that he has a grudge against the Five Sects and came here on purpose after hearing the commotion.

It may also be that the seniors came here specifically to test their respective strengths after receiving the inheritance.

Seeing that there were at least a dozen people, Chu Xingzhi drew his sword and said, "Let's lure them away."

"Okay." Ye Qiao replied briefly, "I'll guard it."

While Ye Qiao and Chu Xingzhi were chatting, they had already secretly prepared a sword formula in their hands. A wind blade passed by quickly and silently broke the mustard bags on their waists. A second before the mustard bags fell, Mu Zhongxi and Zhu

You all took action, snatched their mustard seed bags and ran away.

"Walk."

When the mustard bag was taken away, the group became furious and began to chase Mu Chongxi and Zhu You frantically.

Most of the people were missing, and Chu Xingzhi blocked their way forward: "Your opponent will be me next."

The direct descendants did a good job in dividing the work.

This kind of tacit understanding cannot be cultivated overnight. The ancestor of Wenjian Sect wondered: "It seems that they get along very well in the competition?"

"Hi, senior." Ye Qiao calmly held the Feixian Sword. The man in front of her was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, maybe even the late stage. She was no match for her.

It's not easy to hit from the front, and it's not that good from the side either.

Ye Qiao was just testing whether to hit him in the back. As soon as his thoughts changed, the inheritance of the prediction system quickly showed the man's next move in front of his eyes. Ye Qiao immediately stopped hesitating and raised the tip of the sword to form the Feng Zong sword technique. The shadow of the sword was strange.

Unpredictable and vicious, he used subtle sword movements to pick out four different sword styles in an instant and pin the man firmly under his hand.

She was too caught off guard when she drew her sword. The man was stunned for a few seconds. A junior actually pressed him down and hit him?

He was happy, "What's your name?"

Ye Qiao smiled: "Guess?"

As she spoke, she pressed the sword harder. The senior didn't react at all. She flipped the sword and knocked him to the ground. The moment the man landed, Ye Qiao mercilessly kicked him on the buttocks, sending him flying several times.

meters away.

There is no shame in fighting with any means. Anyway, Ye Qiao's mission today is to prevent this senior from disturbing the trial of these three people.

The man was angry and laughing,

Shamed.

How dare a junior...how dared to kick him so shamelessly.

The man gathered spiritual energy in his hand, aimed it at her position, and blasted it down. The surging spiritual energy overflowed, and several balls of light hit her face hard.

Ye Qiao relied on his ability to predict and dodge left and right to avoid the opponent's attacks in advance. He kept getting closer to the man and then suddenly raised his feet to prepare for action.

The man noticed that her eyes were aimed at his crotch, his breathing paused slightly, and he tightened his grip subconsciously. Ye Qiao made a feint, and the Feixian Sword pierced his vital part.

Predicting what would happen in the next second, Ye Qiao dodged in advance after finishing the stab, and avoided the opponent's bombardment with almost no chance.

A large crater was opened in the ground, and his vision was blocked. The man completely realized that this direct descendant was shameless.

The key point is, how can such a fucking decent person make such a fuss and stare at someone's crotch? It's shameless, isn't it?

He was not going to waste time with her. With the action of drawing the sword, the feeling of oppression became even more intense. "It turns out that you got the inheritance of prediction. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. If you are at the Nascent Soul stage, then I really need it."

Weigh it, weigh it."

"You dare to stop me even in the later stage of Jindan."
To be continued...