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    "Then if I become an inner disciple, will I still be a slave?"

    "How can you become an inner disciple? Even if you do, it won't change your background!" The man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed with disdain.

    Perhaps when they first entered the academy, these people all had the dream of becoming inner disciples, but after just two months, it was enough for them to realize how far they were from this goal. This is why so many people choose to attach themselves to more powerful people.  The reason for the strong future.

    "It seems that Dean Shiraishi is a lowly slave in your eyes, and you haven't asked Gao's name yet."

    Shiraishi, one of the five deans of Wanluo Academy, has a legendary upbringing - he was a sheepherder when he was a child, until he got a strange stone at the age of twenty, with a thousand-word scripture inscribed on it, which is half a set of fifth-level exercises.  .

    By relying on half a set of fifth-level exercises, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and he finally achieved his current status.

    It was decades ago that he became the dean. In recent years, he has rarely appeared and been rarely mentioned.

    Jing Shifang pressed forward step by step, taking this as an example and leading this outer disciple into a trap.

    ¡°Don¡¯t you say that I am a lowly slave when I become an inner disciple? Dean Baishi, who has a similar background, is also treated the same way.

    "You are talking nonsense. When did I saysuch words?" The outer disciple hurriedly defended himself. What kind of person is the dean of the academy? If these words were spread, it would cause endless trouble and would also implicate himself.  family.

    "Jing Shifang, you are really capable of sophistry! I want to see if your voice can still be so loud after I break your limbs!"

    Liu Gaomin secretly cursed his subordinates for being stupid, and with a wave of his hand, several of them forced him forward, with punches and kicks coming one after another.

    Jing Shifang put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, pulled out the sword from its sheath, and a cold sword light suddenly appeared. He turned with the force of electric light and put the sword back into its sheath.

    Several outer disciples screamed, and there were sword holes in their shoulders or thighs, and blood was pouring out.

    He immediately identified the attack route of the five people, and stabbed five outer disciples with incredible speed.

    The sword was drawn out quickly and accurately, and every sword hole came out through the body. In a moment, a large area of ????clothes was stained red. In fact, the key acupuncture points were avoided, but the ability to continue fighting was lost and the life was not in danger.

    Seeing all his men fall down in an instant, Liu Gaomin became confused, took a step back, staggered and fell off the stone slab.

    "You, you you can't hurt me. My grandfather is the eldest elder of the Liu family! If something happens to me, you will be unable to move even an inch in Qingzhou City from now on!" Looking at Jing Shifang walking towards him step by step, Liu Gaomin shouted with a stern expression.  road.

    With that sword strike, he only saw a flash of sword light, and all his men fell to the ground. This kind of swordsmanship was completely beyond his imagination, and he didn't know how to fight against it.

    Liu Gaomin's cultivation qualifications are average. If he hadn't had a grandfather who was the eldest elder of the Liu family, he had been soaked in various precious medicinal soups and taken elixirs since he was born. It would have been impossible for him to reach the sixth level of body refining.

    "I am the most generous person and never hold grudges. If you want to cut off my limbs, I will stab you four times." Jing Shifang showed a sunny smile, but in Liu Gaomin's eyes, he looked like a ghost.

    "Ah!" Liu Gaomin pulled out two daggers and rushed forward fiercely, as if he was crazy.

    Clang!  The long sword came out again, the sword light jumped, like a dragonfly touching water, a few drops of blood bounced up, and the dagger flew out with two bangs.

    "As a souvenir for you, if you want to break off my limbs, you are welcome to come again."

    Jing Shifang strode away. Looking at his back, he saw that some of the outer disciples felt regretful. This time, they seemed to have offended a great guy.  With such swordsmanship and strength, he is obviously one of the best among the newcomers this year. Before the elders of his family came, he told him to make more friends with promising talented outer disciples and try not to offend him.

    Liu Gaomin collapsed on the ground, his eyes were blank and out of focus, and he was scared to death.

    There is a sword hole on each of his arms and legs, which goes straight through the back, which corresponds to what he said about cutting off thorns and limbs in all directions.

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    "I guessed it right, Liu Gaomin doesn't have a spiritual weapon on him, so there's nothing to worry about."

    Jing Shifang took a bucket of well water and wiped the iron sword carefully, but there was still a trace of blood on it.

    It is true that the Liu family's power and financial resources are a hundred times that of the Jing family, but the corresponding number of direct descendants is also large, and it is equally impossible for each person to have a spiritual weapon.  What's more, a family's main resources are obviously mainly intended to provide top-level combat power, that is, the innately strong. The resources consumed by an innately strong every year are estimated to be worth the expenditure of hundreds of juniors.

    But I didn¡¯t expect that Liu Gaomin is actually the grandson of the eldest elder of the Liu family., this status is not low in the Liu family.  The great elder is usually the most powerful person in the clan, second only to the head of the family, and in some cases, his status is even higher than that of the head of the family.

    "It seems that Liu Gaomin is not very favored among the grandsons of the eldest elder of the Liu family, or his qualifications are too poor, otherwise it would be normal to have a spiritual weapon."

    The water from the well rushed through, and the iron sword took on a new look with its cold light.

    Jing Shifang came out of Wanjian Palace, full of questions. He was already feeling depressed. Someone happened to bump into him and provoke him. After giving him a lesson, he felt much better.

    He just thought about Liu Gaomin's matter briefly and let it go. In Wanluo Academy, only his own strength is the foundation. Such young masters who purely rely on the family shadow and are in a mess are not in his eyes at all.

    You see my hatred as deep as the sea, but I see you as an ant and a fly.

    After returning home, I wanted to practice the skills and temper my true energy, but found that I couldn't calm down. Speculations about the disciple holding the sword floated in my mind from time to time. The true energy was impetuous, and the skills almost ran incorrectly several times.

    Jing Shifang simply stopped practicing and gave a wry smile: "My qi-raising skills are still too bad. This makes me restless and restless."

    ??Be calm when facing big events.

    I recited it several times silently in my heart to get rid of all these miscellaneous thoughts, and the unstable true energy in my Dantian also calmed down.

    Mainly because things happened one after another tonight, Senior Brother Tian¡¯s attitude was very mysterious, and a wise master appeared and personally promised the position of sword-holding disciple, which made the usually calm Jing Shifang a little bit out of sorts.

    Today¡¯s state is not suitable for continuing to practice. Jing Shifang walked out of the house and saw a silver moon hanging high on the branches.

    Those children from aristocratic families may meditate by making tea, painting, writing, drinking and having fun, but for Jing Shifang, there is only one way, and that is to practice martial arts.

    When he was still a slave in the Jing family, when he was bullied and humiliated, he would slap Suoyun's hand over and over again in the dead of night, until he was exhausted and couldn't even stand firm.

    Now, he chooses to practice swordsmanship.

    ??When the rainbow is white, jade is cut, and when it is purple, the stars are dry.  I have a sword to help me reach heights!

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