Niu Fei Zai Xia

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A sword that prompts the list.

This time, the Jian Ming was filled with Xuan Li, and he was shocked for a long time on the court.

Many of the weaker disciples swayed, and after the sword screamed, they gasped a few breaths as if they had a lot of exercise and lacked oxygen.

But no matter how uncomfortable, everyone rounded their eyes and looked at the one-meter-high platform.

One of the house deacons held a book with both hands and slowly walked on the stage.

He did not show the book in his hand, but placed the book on a book stand, and then began to use the brush to rub the cinnabar.

Two other white-shirted swordsmen each held a long section of the white scorpion. A swordsman jumped on the flagpole of Taichung and pulled down the white raft to stand in the center of the table.

Then, the internal deacon, who held the cinnabar pen, began to write the list.

The house deacon gently jumped five or six meters and wrote the red blood [Live Star] at the highest end of the day.

"Live star list! Is a list of potential stars!"

Many people exclaimed under the stage.

The Chronicles list means that the Zongmen elders selected the ten most disciples of the most promising new disciples each year, and took the stage to perform and perform military exercises.

"Is this the first time in the list of potential stars?"

"What happened? Isn't it the first time in the past to show off the star list?"

"Don't make a noise, who is the tenth?"

I saw the internal deacon holding the cinnabar pen, brushing the dragon and phoenix dance and writing the first name on the white enamel.

This name is written at the bottom of the day.

"Lin Zhaoying!"

"Wow, it really is her, actually boarded the list of the diving star! Ranked tenth!"

"How do you announce your name? Isn't it just a name?"

"That is the star list. In order to prevent unnecessary harm from the frontline disciples, the Hyun Star list will not be published."

"Oh, that's it. Oh? It's weird, isn't she the first in qualification? The pulse of the ground level, how is it only ranked tenth?"

"She is the first place in the former Yen's healing session, and the disciples who have joined Zongmen in the past few months."

"That is, Lin Zhaoying is a foreigner and a woman. It is very powerful to be on the outer door."

"On the disciples of the Qianxing list, I will be strongly trained by Zongmen. I am afraid that this time, only one woman, and the other nine should be male disciples."

"She doesn't have the qualifications for the meta-therapy, but the qualifications for Xuanqi's cultivation have reached a wide area, and the rank of the sovereign, so it is worthwhile to squeeze into the list of potential stars."

"Hey, I saw her behavior yesterday, and she deliberately set aside the relationship with her fiancé. It is a hot woman."

Thousands of people gathered around the list, and they kept talking. There are people who are cheering, and there are people who are not.

But in any case, being able to enter the list of potential stars is really an enviable thing.

Lin Chaoying, surrounded by more than a dozen disciples, gave a smug laugh.

There are more disciples around me, and I hope to have a relationship with her. I don't expect to be a cultivating partner, but I can definitely guess that her cultivating partner will not be mediocre.

Lin Chaoying was very proud of his heart. He deliberately separated the crowd and went to the cloud to hurt them. He smiled and asked: "Hey? Are you a wonderful team, can anyone enter the list of potential stars?"

This sentence is absolutely bad enough.

Many people nearby frowned. Excessively expressed when I was proud, how did the young lady of this Lin family do so?

Yan Yun injured a look at her, her face cold, ignored.

"Who is she?" asked the second girl in a low voice.

Mu Qingya is also puzzled, as if the young lady has been unable to go with her team.

Wu Hao didn't want to get into trouble again: "A nasty person, look for opportunities to talk to you later."

"Disciple Lin Zhaoying, if you are present, please come to the stage to take a seat." There are white swordsmen shouting loudly.

Lin Chaoying slowly swept around in a circle, and after a white cloud, he squatted high and his body floated and went up.

Someone has moved to the chair on the stage.

Lin Chaoying gave a gift to the deacon of the interior, then squatted in the skirt and sat in the chair.

The last of the ten chairs.

Although it is the last place, it is already a great honor in front of thousands of disciples.

Lin Chaoying is proud of it.

Thousands of disciples are in the audience, accompanied by distinguished deacons.

Lin Zhaoying still remembers that when a child’s deacon was in the family, the whole family welcomed the respect of the ten miles.

The deacon, the father of the door, must also respect the three points. At this moment, he still has to stand here.

How glorious is to sit on the stage alone!

Lin Zhaoying glanced at the audience and quickly found the characters of Wu Hao and Yun Yun injured.

At the corner of his mouth, Lin Chaoying secretly snorted. Wait a minute, find a chance to humiliate them...

After writing the name of Lin Chaoying, the house deacon put the pen down and put his hand behind him.

"How can I not write?"

"There are still nine people, what happened?"

The crowd’s arguments are beginning to rise.

The deacon of the house did not pay attention to the opinions of the people. His eyes were always stunned and seemed to stand there like a fake.

It was not until half a sip of tea, that the house deacon slowly opened his eyes and took a step and coughed.

With this soft cough, the audience calmed down.

Everyone’s ears are like a road, and it’s obvious that the deacon’s mysteriousness is so deep that it shocks everyone’s mind.

The deacon of the house was placed on the shelf, and the mysteriously infused with the voice, slowly said: "The rest of the nine people, have been with the lord to patrol, not announced today."

Everyone is surprised.

Some of the inner disciples who participated in the last year's release meeting were even more surprised.

Is there such a thing?

The audience was noisy.

"The other nine people are not on the scene, this is unprecedented!"

"The sect is not surprising. It is strange that even so many subliminal disciples are not there."

"Is it the reason of the enchanting prince of the Tianxue Palace? It is said that he threatened to kill every scorpion disciple of Jianzong, and let the ancestors follow others. www.wuxiaspot.com~ Be cautious of your words!"

"No matter what, is it that this submarine disciple on the stage is arrogant?"

"Yes, yes, in the past years, there were not all the subliminal disciples who had mutual enthusiasm, and all the means to let the disciples observe the links?"

"Just a Lin Chaoying, what do we look at?"

“Don't let her dance a Linmen knife?”

Wu Hao heard the opinions of the people around him in the audience, and asked Yun Yun and others: "Why, in previous years, there was a contest of the Qianxing disciples?"

"It is not a competition, it is a show of talent."

The narcissistic son answered: "But everyone still likes to watch the contest. Six of the ten potential disciples of the last year were present, but they did kill three games. Although there is no such thing as a dazzling disciple, it is quite worth seeing."

"There is only one of her this year." Two girls looked at their heads and thought: "Do you really let her dance a sword?"

Wu Hao deliberately turned to Mu Qingya: "What do you think?"

Yan Yun injury, Ertoutou, narcissistic son also see her.

Mu Qingya was very happy with everyone's attention and replied with a sign language: "She is not a play."

Wu Hao translated it, and the five people laughed together. It seems that Mu Qingya is also a bit belly black.

"Hey, the wonderful team there, I am talking about you." Lin Chaoying reached out and pointed to the next finger, and suddenly the audience calmed down.

She used the mysterious spirit, and the provocative voice sounded through the audience.