In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Facing the ridicule and ridicule of the crowd, Li Mingru didn't say anything, just drinking on his own.

After all the elders told him one after another, the helpless Ye Qingluan finally came down from the throne, looked at the young people in the audience, and said with red lips lightly: "According to the regulations of Emei, Lin Xiaolu, the star-seeker disciple, because He is not handsome enough, so he will be deprived of his status as an inner disciple, and will be relegated to an outer disciple from now on."

After finishing speaking, she sat down again and began to chew on a pear.

The other elders also stopped watching the boy under the stage, chatted and laughed with each other, and prepared to get up and leave.

"Little brother, you can step down now." The brother in charge of hosting said to the lonely Lin Xiaolu.

He also felt that it was a pity, generally speaking, very few people failed the test at the first level of Qi Condensation. After all, the elders were all carefully selected when looking for inner disciples, and Lin Xiaolu was probably the first one to fail the test in recent years.

At this moment, he was ready to greet the child to step down.

"I don't accept it!" The childish voice suddenly sounded, and everyone in the audience was stunned.

The elders also stopped when they were about to leave, and their eyes fell on the children in the audience again.

Li Mingru drank the wine on his own, without saying a word.

At this moment, Fang Wuxiu looked at the child, and said expressionlessly: "You failed to become a layer of Qi Condensation, according to the regulations, you should be so, why not accept it?"

Off the court, all the children also looked at Lin Xiaolu quietly.

Lin Xiaolu stood up straight, her face was flushed, and she shouted angrily at the people on the high platform: "Just anyone who is at the same stage as me can't beat me!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was startled.

Eight-year-old Lin Xiaolu's face was full of anger. He could clearly hear all the words that the elders taunted him on the high platform just now. He yelled at him one piece at a time, and it was so natural. He was already upset. Right now, he just spit it all out, pointed at the elders on the stage and continued to shout:

"You guys think immortal cultivators are awesome, then let those who cultivate immortals at the same stage fight with me! Let's see who is the trash!"

On the high platform, the faces of all the elders changed, and they were stunned. Ye Qingluan sat on the seat, gnawed on a pear and smiled: "This little guy is really interesting. A martial arts practitioner wants to talk to a cultivator." beat."

Li Mingru also put down the wine gourd in his hand, looked at the elders and said with a smile: "Everyone, my little apprentice is naturally stubborn, he is not convinced, what do you think?"

"Hmph!" Zhao Xuanyi snorted coldly: "Not convinced? Okay, just follow this little guy and arrange a few little disciples to let him know how powerful he is."

The other elders didn't have any opinion. This little guy is only eight years old, and it is impossible to defeat monks of the same age. Even Fang Wuxiu thinks so.

"Okay, let him be convinced!"

He looked at the boys in the audience and chuckled: "Who do you want to fight?"

Lin Xiaolu looked up at him, then turned around and glanced at the fifty or so children under the stage, and then turned his gaze back to the high stage again.

"Everyone except my sister!"

The immature words resounded in Qingluan Palace, and everyone was shocked!

Even Li Mingru was taken aback!

He originally wanted the little deer to beat the other children one by one, but this little guy was so arrogant that he wanted to beat fifty of them one by one!

At this moment, everyone on and off the stage was shocked.

The host even froze in place.

Li Miaoxin almost stood up in surprise.

This kid is crazy!

On the high platform, the elders gasped one after another. A warrior beat fifty monks, who gave him the courage!

Ye Qingluan looked at the boy, his beautiful eyes were slightly bright, and he said it was interesting.

After being surprised, Zhao Xuanyi glanced at Li Mingru, and said with a sneer, "As expected of being the disciple of Brother Mingru, he is really arrogant!"

"It's just a brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." An elder sneered, touching his white beard: "The old man dares to say that this child will be beaten if he sees him face to face!"

"My child, I can understand the old man's dissatisfaction, but he still needs to be self-aware." Wu Ming, the elder of Fulu, said with a smile: "If he wants to challenge all the children in the school, just give him this chance, it's okay. "

"Hmph, being defeated by fifty monks, it's an honor to say it."

The elders spoke to each other, talking and laughing in an unhurried manner, and didn't take this little guy's stubbornness to heart at all.

However, Ye Qingluan got impatient and urged: "This kid is going to challenge, hurry up and let the disciples take the stage."

Fang Wuxiu smiled when he heard the words, and said yes to Ye Qingluan, then walked to the edge of the high platform, looked at more than 50 children below with cloudy eyes, and said indifferently:

"All the disciples obey the order. Except for Lin Xiaoyu, everyone else will come to the stage to compete with Lin Xiaolu. You must not deliberately hide your strength, you must go all out, and stop!"

Under the stage, the children got up one after another after hearing the order, and climbed up the white marble stage one by one. This scene made Li Miaoxin burn with anxiety.

My little junior brother is so confused, although he is really good at martial arts, how can he beat fifty monks by himself!

These children have basically learned some spiritual techniques now, how could he be able to beat them!

Li Yaoxi sneered at the side: "Sure enough, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, thinking that after a little bit of superficial kung fu, it can challenge immortal cultivators.

The gap between warriors and monks cannot be bridged by hard work alone! "

On the white marble platform, about fifty Xiaodao boys were all standing opposite Lin Xiaolu. There were so many children, almost covering half of the platform, and there was a vast expanse. In comparison, the boy who was alone seemed a little lonely It made Li Miaoxin below feel distressed.

Dongfang Dan, Tang Hanqing, and a few children who had a good relationship with Lin Xiaolu stood in the crowd with bitter faces, not knowing what to do.

Just now the elders said that they must go all out, if they release the water secretly, will they be discovered by the elders?

Yu Chuchu stood at the front of the crowd, looking at the boy in front of him with an excited face and fierce eyes.

At the second level of condensed energy, she couldn't hold back and wanted to take revenge at this moment. If she wanted to meet him face to face, she would beat this guy to the ground!

At the end of more than 50 children, Chen Nianyun stood silently.

Already 11 years old, his eyes were quiet, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

On the high platform, the elders couldn't help being amazed at the scene of a pair of fifty below.

"One thing to say, this boy is only eight years old this year, but he can face fifty child monks alone without changing his expression. He really has the spirit of unyielding martial arts practitioners."

"Yes, and more than half of these fifty child monks are several years older than him. This brave spirit is really impressive."

"Spirit? Spirit has a use for nothing!" Zhao Xuanyi sneered: "Among mortals, whoever has achieved success in martial arts, which one is not a tough guy who is not afraid of death, and who is not a man with strong bones, but is it useful? They are not a bunch of trash ! This old man can kill a bunch of martial arts masters with just a wave of his hand!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fang Wuxiu who was at the side and said flatteringly: "Brother Fang, do you think this is the truth?"

Fang Wuxiu, who was wearing a black robe, did not respond, but stood by the high platform, looked at the lonely figure below the stage, and gave his evaluation with a blank face:

"You have a mortal body, how dare you watch me wait for the transformation of an immortal!"