I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

Elder Xu looked at it for a while, but didn't scold, but said indifferently: "Nan Ye, why are you late again?"

Ye Nan bowed, and found a reason to respectfully say: "The disciple's pillow is sick, so I wasted a little time."

Pillow sick?
Xu Laoqi didn't hit a single place.

Pillows get sick too?Could it be that the stomach is bloated and indigestible?
Although there was resentment in his heart, he hated that iron could not be made into steel, but Xu Daoyuan didn't say anything, he just said gently: "Sit over there."

He had expected that Ye Nan must have fallen together with Tang Manjin and other incompetent people yesterday.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be late for two days in a row.

After all, one day is not bad, but two days in a row is somewhat outrageous.

"Boss, what are you talking about today?"

A disciple asked.

Xu Daoyuan looked under the stands, thought for a while and said, "How did you practice the swordsmanship I taught you a few days ago? Did you slack off?"

The voice fell, and the square was silent.

No one spoke, and everyone lowered their heads in silence.

"The swordsmanship of the past few days? Could it be the swordsmanship he taught the day I came in?"

Ye Nan suddenly muttered in his heart.

He "escaped" the day before yesterday, and after successfully staying, Xu Daoyuan gave a long lecture on encouraging learning, and then taught him some sword skills and supernatural powers.

and.

Looking at it now, I plan to check it out.

as predicted.

Xu Daoyuan faced everyone, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Looking at the way you keep your heads down and don't speak, could it be that one is worse than the other?"

There was a bit of indignation in his tone.

But he couldn't.

He knew that his own Holy Land was just like this, and the current Holy Master was only Wu Wang Jiuzhong. This ranking of more than 9000 million is also a lot of Holy Lands. They are pitiful, and because of the face of their ancestors, Yuxuehaosheng, this is the score. this ranking.

"Oh, forget it, I don't expect much from you, it's almost enough, you should come up with your sword and show me a few times, will it work?"

Xu Daoyuan raised his voice, his tone full of helplessness.

However, after his words fell, the disciples present were still like logs, they all lowered their heads and did not speak, as if they did not hear his words.

Seeing this, Xu Daoyuan let out a long sigh and had no choice but to call the roll.

He looked at a disciple below, suppressed the indignation in his heart, put on a gentle smile, and said, "You, come up and show us two tricks."

Swish! ! !
Everyone around raised their heads and gloated at the disciple.

Under the eyes of everyone, the disciple's face froze, his eyes turned white suddenly, and he foamed at the mouth with a loud splash, as if he had gone epileptic, "Brother... I'm not feeling well, I need to go see a doctor."

Xu Daoyuan sighed helplessly, "Okay, let's go."

He knew what this disciple was thinking, it was nothing more than studying too badly and he didn't want to go on stage, his eyes were white and his mouth was foaming, he was just pretending.

That being the case, why force him, just let him be an ordinary person and live an ordinary life is fine.

Immediately, he looked around, found a disciple he liked more, and said, "Hongkang, come up and show the big guy some tricks."

"Brother... the disciple is dull, he only learned a little bit, and he didn't practice when he went back... he won't go up."

A disciple in Tsing Yi clasped his fists, was extremely nervous, his forehead was almost sweating, and said timidly.

But very honest.

Xu Daoyuan was extremely helpless, it was really embarrassing to secretly talk, so he had to wave his hand and let him sit down.

Immediately, his gaze swept down again, and he saw a disciple with braids in the sky and his whip raised high, as if there was a pillar growing on his head, which was a bit unpleasant.

"The one with the sky braid, come up and do two tricks, let me see."

Xu Daoyuan's voice fell.

More than 9000 disciples present raised their heads again and looked at the man with gloating faces.

Ye Nan also looked at that person, only to see that it was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a blue robe, with a beard all over his face, looking very rough.

Seeing so many people gloating at him, the disciple suddenly took out a razor and shaved off all his hair with a bang.

boom.

The sky braid fell heavily on the ground, and the hair flew around. Then he seemed to be okay, and raised his voice: "Hey, you with the sky braid, come to the stage quickly. Didn't you hear Mr. Xu calling you to play swords?"

Ye Nan was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that there were several disciples with braids in the back row of this disciple.

When these disciples heard what this person said, they immediately took out the razor, and gave themselves a Mediterranean Sea with a bang.

In an instant, the scene was completely silent.

"Oh my god, what a group of talents."

"Who said no, he shaved his hair like this in order not to go on stage."

"That's right! As the saying goes, the body, hair and skin are the parents. These people don't know what the three obediences and the four virtues are. Hair is a part of the body, so you can shave it when you say it. Does it make sense?"

There were rustling discussions in the field.

And Xu Daoyuan on the stage, after being stunned for a moment, let out a long sigh and did not speak.

Sigh, it's true that one generation is not as good as the next generation. These disciples really do everything they can to avoid going on stage.

In desperation, he had no choice but to clear his throat, and changed his words: "Forget it, since none of you are willing to go on stage, then you won't learn new things today. The so-called learning new things by reviewing the past, you should practice this again today to consolidate it." , When it is almost consolidated, at least it will not be without a trace of resistance when we go out, and then we will learn other things."

This is also a helpless move.

full of helplessness.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the field.

"Professor, they don't want to go on stage, so I will!"

With a bang, a purple-robed disciple came onto the stage, drew his sword on the spot and drew a beautiful sword flower, and shouted: "Broken Sword Style!"

The white horses flew like fireflies, bursting out with terrifying killing breaths.

Xu Daoyuan's eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh, and said with a blushing face, "Not bad! Not bad!"

The audience also caused bursts of exclamation and envious discussions.

After playing for a while, the purple-robed disciple stepped off the stage.

Xu Daoyuan coughed, and said: "How about this, whoever thinks you can practice well, then consciously go on stage, it doesn't matter if you don't want to go on stage, come on."

Immediately, several self-proclaimed disciples appeared on the stage one after another, and began to play swords.

For a moment, the sword light danced on the stage, and the horse practiced like a dragon, soaring straight into the sky.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye.

Although most of the disciples in the Bloody Holy Land have resigned themselves to their fate and are lying flat, there are still some talents that should be there.

After juggling swords for a while, these Tianjiao gently pressed their wrists down, put the long sword into the sheath, and stepped down from the stage very gracefully.

Xu Daoyuan watched them for a long time, his eyes were full of relief, and he loved them very much.

These few people are likely to be the mainstay of the Holy Land in the future.

As for the others, alas, just be ordinary people.