Raising Evil Spirits

The game was going on like a raging fire. Fortunately, I quietly landed on the mountain gate that was not too close to the arena, and then trot from the mountain gate to the sword field. This little girl's embarrassed appearance and aging appearance of course attracted a lot of The disciple's side eyes.

Even the hundreds of disciples in the small inner gate sword field, when Xing'er came to the other side of the sword stand, they all looked over in an instant, and most of them showed an expression of disgust, only a few disciples still brought With sympathy, but such sympathy is indeed a bit dazzling.

This is actually not surprising. When hundreds of disciples are all teenagers, but fortunately, this girl looks like an old lady in her seventies or eighties. This kind of gap will naturally form a difference in treatment. Slightly humble, and not at all strong.

"Stick your chest up, from now on, you are no longer just Ding Ruoxing, you are also a disciple of Dao Zun, representing not only yourself, but also your master and me." I couldn't help but encourage.

Ding Ruoxing, who appeared hesitantly at the end of the stairs, let me hear what I said. It turned out that her rickety back straightened up as best as she could, and the outline of her binoculars gradually shrank. This is the perspective of Xing'er's brows showing spirit. It can be seen that she also has it Consciously.

"Master, Xing'er is your disciple, so you won't be disappointed! Even if you die, you won't be embarrassed!" Xing'er's conviction is finally firmer.

"Well, let's see if those three people who harmed you are still among them?" I said, it is still necessary to identify the enemy.

"Yes! Senior Sister Tang Qi, Senior Sister Hai Ziyu, Senior Sister Yang Pingping, they are all there! Master, what should I do?" Fortunately, she doesn't have this kind of struggle experience, and she knows that she can't directly kill it now.

Flying over this way, Xing'er's clothes still have a lot of blood stains, but the blood color has turned brown, and it looks dirty, but even so, experienced immortals can still see that this is blood. But the young people didn't understand. For a while, everyone suddenly contempted and talked about it.

"Knowing that Xiaojianhui has disappeared for a day and a night, and has been completely filthy, it really loses the face of our 78th sword field."

"Hehe, Mrs. Ding has always been like this, so there is no need to be surprised."

"Isn't it? Old people, and occasionally it is difficult to be like our young people, focusing on external beauty."

"Like the beggar of the low-level interface, it really loses the face of our Heavenly Sword Fairy!"

"Okay, she wouldn't be able to come in if it wasn't for the family, so she can do whatever she wants, and even the elders in the sword field would have nothing to do with her."

The discussion of a group of disciples is about how much they have opinions about her. The weak are susceptible to humiliation, and they are always the same everywhere. As for those who do not say anything, they can only be said to be too lazy to hate. If you touch them Fortunately, most of the benefits will not be better.

And Tang Qi, Hai Ziyu, and Yang Pingping saw that Xing'er got out of trouble and stood in front of her with good looks. While looking at each other, they also showed horror, but the oldest of them, Tang Qi, immediately spoke to her. Fortunately, here: "You are lucky. We thought you were dead, but just escaped. But if you dare to say a little bit of nonsense, don't blame us for not reminding you, no one here believes your nonsense! "

Fortunately, her eyes narrowed and she was obviously a little angry. I smiled and said, "It seems that it is exactly what they said now. I wonder if there are elders who treat you well?"

"Master...Senior Sister Xu is very good to me, but she has moved to other places, but occasionally comes back to see me..." Xing'er said pitifully.

"Then ignore them for the time being, we just do what we should do." I smiled. Fortunately, I won't get a good deal here now, so there is no need to fight for these words.

Seeing the disciples talking, almost interrupted the attention of the disciples in the sword arena. One of the handsome middle-aged men stood up and said coldly: "Ding Ruoxing, what are you doing in a daze!? If you don't want to compare, leave. Our sword field is here! Is it possible for everyone to wait for you?"

"Oh..." Ding Ruoxing yelled to the middle-aged man, and immediately returned to his cowardly appearance, and walked toward the sword field. A group of disciples either sneered or looked at him coldly, but no one spoke to her. This made me Can't help but gloom down.

It's not just a few people who inflict violence on her, but most of the people in the entire sword field treat her directly or indirectly with different violence. If she says that someone bullied her now, or what happened to her, it is probably the same. A hundred mouths can't argue.

It’s hard to have a filial son in front of the bed for a long time. Ding Ruoxing has been here for many years. Everyone will take care of her from the beginning and gradually turn into dislike for her. This is a very typical evolution. As a result, what Ding Ruoxing said now may be wrong.

In that case, it would be better to subvert others' ideas!

"Ding Ruoxing, do you know how many games you missed yourself? As a student under my seat, you are so unruly? Knowing that you are not better than other disciples, you can avoid fighting? Even if you don't want to fight, I still I'm afraid that other swordsmen will say I treat you differently!" A beautiful female fairy who is about twenty-eight years old also raised her eyebrows and began to teach.

Fortunately, she can only lower her head. Even if she vowed to me before, but she did not dare to overstep the rebuke of the elders, not to mention that she was indeed late.

"Hehe, Junior Sister Wang, there is no need to rebuke her. Anyway, she will come to compare, which is the end of a matter. If you have to be angry with her, let her go up to the match at will. If you lose, just let her go, anyway. She can't bother you for long." Another middle-aged male fairy sneered.

"Huh, that's fine, let her go out of the play!" The sword master surnamed Wang looked disgusted, then looked at the hundreds of disciples around him, and asked: "Who else has not played enough times to qualify, and confront her. Let’s play, but remember to take some strength so as not to make any mistakes. Instead, we say that our sword field does not give preferential treatment to weak disciples!"

"I'm coming! I want to compare with Granny Ding!"

"Uncle Master! Let me go! I can qualify if I miss one game!"

"Of course I went!"

As soon as the words of the sword master surnamed Wang fell silent, a group of disciples immediately raised their hands and eagerly wanted to compete with Ding Ruoxing. Everyone felt that she was still a weak old lady before.

Ding Ruoxing lowered his head and aimed at Tang Qi, Hai Ziyu, and Yang Pingping. Of course, these three girls gave her a vicious look, but there was no previous guilty conscience. It seemed that the three had already discussed a vicious countermeasure.

Next, Yang Pingping immediately walked to the sword master surnamed Wang, with a grin on her mouth, and said: "Teacher Wang, my disciple is in the same class as Junior Sister Ding, and I am willing to compete with her. I will definitely not insult my master."