The king of defense

Three months later, both disciples and senior officials of the Sword Sect came outside the Sword-washing Tomb one after another, waiting for the opening of the Sword-washing Tomb.

After all, the monks who entered the Xijian Tomb were all young talents of the Wanjian Sect and would be the pillars of the Wanjian Sect in the future.

Everyone present was curious about what kind of benefits these young talents could get from the Sword Washing Tomb.

Moreover, the thousands of sword sounds that came from the Xijian Tomb some time ago are still fresh in their memories, and they want to know who caused it.

In the history of Wanjian Sect, no one has ever been able to achieve this step.

If someone can do it, that person is definitely an unparalleled swordsman genius.

For a moment, everyone was discussing the identity of this swordsman genius. Even the monks from the outer sect were very curious.

On the other side, sitting on a pavilion not far from the Sword Washing Tomb, were several senior officials of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

There was excitement on their faces, more or less, looking forward to the appearance of the swordsman genius.

Regardless of the identity of that swordsman genius, this is a blessing for Wanjian Sect.

Maybe Wanjian Sect can reach a higher level with this, isn't this a happy thing?

Qin Lan walked out first, walking with enchanting steps, and said with a half-smile: "I think everyone is very curious about the identity of that swordsman genius. Who do you think it is?"

Just as the man with the feather fan was about to respond to his wife's words, the monk with the curly beard said first, "Lan'er, I think it's my disciple Zhou Xiaohei. This boy's swordsmanship talent has always been very good."

The man with the feather fan sneered, and when he was about to speak, the monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes stood up and retorted: "I don't agree. I think my disciple Zhou Xiaobai is also good, even better than Zhou Xiaohei."

The monk with the beard glared and said displeasedly: "Why are you better than Zhou Xiaohei? Why can you pretend to be an elephant if you stick a green onion in a pig's nose?"

The monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes felt the insult, stood up suddenly, and looked like he was about to fight back.

Seeing this, Brother Feather Fan couldn't bear it anymore. He slapped the table and said angrily: "That's enough. Zhou Xiaohei and Zhou Xiaobai are two brothers. Do you think I don't know? The reason for this quarrel is to stop it." I'm talking, so stop acting in front of me and go out and fight if you can."

Seeing that the feather fan monk was really angry, the monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes and the monk with the curly beard looked at each other, smiled awkwardly, and said angrily: "What's going on? You can't afford it, can you?"

The Yushan Lunjin monk was so angry that he couldn't really take action because he would probably not win, so he could only look helplessly at Wu Daozi who was sitting on top of the throne.

"Master, please give me some justice. These two old boys are attacking me every day. You give me judgment. Are there any bullies like this?"

"Well..." Wu Daozi pondered for a while, as if he wanted to stand up for justice, "I think that swordsman genius is probably my junior brother. To be honest, I think my junior brother is handsome, has extraordinary bearing, and is talented. intelligent……"

"..."

Brother Feather Fan was completely desperate and could only look back at his wife, but she was actually snickering.

It's not that Wu Daozi and Qin Lan are heartless, it's just that the fight between the three Lushan monks has always existed. There is no right or wrong at all, just like children playing house.

At this time, the door of the Sword Washing Tomb rang. Everyone stopped joking and looked over.

After a few breaths, several figures appeared at the door.

Because of the light, everyone couldn't see clearly. They only saw a monk taking the lead and walking out with several monks.

"Good guy, who is the leader? Can you reach the first place?"

Everyone was filled with curiosity, and when their vision became clear, there was an uproar.

The leader is none other than...Liu Bi! ! !

At this moment, Liu Bi's face was full of joy and he said loudly: "I didn't expect so many people to greet us when we came out, but it's normal when you think about it."

The disciple of Wanjian Sect who followed behind asked curiously: "Elder Liu, we are a little stupid and can't figure out why it is normal? Please explain it clearly."

Hearing this, everyone was a little stunned, knowing that the person following Liu Bi would be the future pillar of Wanjian Sect.

Before these people entered the Sword Washing Tomb, they still looked down upon Liu Bi. Why do they treat Liu Bi so respectfully now? Does the sun come out from the west?

As a result, everyone was also curious about Liu Bi's answer. There must be some thought-provoking quotation that would change people's impression of him, right? !

Liu Bi said without thinking: "Isn't it obvious? A hero comes on stage, shouldn't he enjoy this kind of treatment?"

"What Elder Liu said is absolutely true, but we are not heroes, you are the hero."

"Listening to Elder Liu's words is better than ten years of reading."

"How can a ten-year book be enough? I think a hundred-year book is enough!"

"..."

The future pillars of Wanjian Sect expressed their agreement and looked like they were deeply educated.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes were about to fall to the ground. Some monks who thought they were dreaming pinched the monks next to them and started wailing.

Everyone felt that the world was too magical, and Liu Bi was obviously just showing off, so how could he be better than reading a book that lasted ten years and a hundred years?

[The anger value of the two dogs of Harvest King: +2]

[Harvest Liu Neng’s anger value: +4]

[The anger value of harvesting green flowers: +10]

……

The sound of his anger level reaching his limit sounded in Liu Bi's head, making him feel more relaxed than ever before. Looking at the constipated people, he also felt a little embarrassed.

Because even he himself felt that his words were somewhat disgusting.

"The weather is so nice!"

Liu Bi laughed and walked away.

"Elder Liu, walk slowly and be careful of the steps."

The future pillars of Wanjian Sect escorted Liu Bi away, and they all looked extremely loyal, as if they were possessed by a demon.

Walking outside the venue, a melodious voice came, long and gentle, as if it was ringing in everyone's ears.

"Junior brother, you caused thousands of sword cries in the Xijian Tomb. Please come to Cuiwei Pavilion. Someone here wants to see you."

This sentence set off a wave of noise, all of which were "wow" sounds. Many people's impression of Liu Bi is still stuck in the image of a waste in the past.

However, they did not question Wu Daozi's words. They could not tell that Liu Bi caused the thousands of sword cries, but powerful monks like Wu Daozi could definitely tell it at a glance.

That's why they were so surprised.

After these words, no one in Wan Jian Zong looked down on Liu Bi.

The former genius monk of Wanjian Sect has finally come back.

"Goodbye everyone, go back and have a good rest."

Liu Bi clasped his fists slightly towards the people around him and walked towards Cuiwei Pavilion where Wu Daozi was.

"Congratulations to Elder Liu!!!"

The future pillars of Wanjian Sect saluted respectfully, and it wasn't until Liu Bi disappeared from sight that everyone withdrew their gaze.