Xiuxianjie today's headline push

Today's headline push in the world of cultivating immortals:

The mysterious person made a big disturbance in Bai Yujing, and the law enforcement disciples of the five sects chased after him. They collided in fighting halfway, and all fell into the cesspit.

The sound-transmitting talisman of the northern demons could not cross the barrier of Central Continent, and the new communication tools were inefficient. The bottle finally floated over the North Sea three years ago, and the fishermen salvaged it. The note inside was incomplete. After studying it all night at the Language Appraisal Pavilion, it read "three days The human race must die within."

In the next few years, the northern border of Central Continent will receive drifting bottles from the northern demons one after another. The Language Appraisal Pavilion has announced: A thousand more bottles can be cracked!

The master of Beitian Palace once again made an appointment to fight the master of Shanhaimen, and returned in a big defeat. He drowned his sorrows with wine, and wiped out an unknown mountain with a single sword. When you meet an old friend, you are instantly recognized.

Beast Hunting Enlightenment: Heming Village recently lost a spirit beast, shaped like a cat, three feet tall, weighing 4000 taels, with snow-white hair, docile personality, a [-]-jin female rabbit for a meal, vegetarian food likes lotus flowers, nicknamed Dandan...

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"Boom!"

A loud noise suddenly poured into the ears, like a thunder from the sky, the ears of a few disciples who were obsessed with gossip in the morning class exploded, and their hairs were all blown up, "ah!" He coughed heavily, and he froze like a goose whose throat had been strangled.

The old gentleman lying in front of the first table stared blankly at the group of youngsters who were either dozing off or reading idle books, raised a drumstick, knocked repeatedly, and opened his mouth angrily: "You have no respect for your elders, you are so stubborn!" !"

The disciples suddenly looked at each other like chickens in the wind and rain, and those who secretly blocked their hearing, those who quietly stuffed cotton in their ears, and those who had Baoxiang solemnly recited the Heart Sutra, all screamed in their hearts: here we come again !

"My Shanhaimen sect was founded by my ancestors. For thousands of years, I have been surrounded by mountains and seas, inheriting the aura of heaven and earth, and cultivating talents that are immortal. Throughout the ages, how many great talents came from this place, but now you are in your class!" The old man said while beating the drum. , Knock louder and louder, almost trembling the desk, heartbroken, "Look at each of you, lazy in cultivation, greedy for pleasure, rich in wealth, and corrupt in it! The Beat Generation of Shanhaimen! I have been teaching here for a hundred years, you are Worst class I've ever taught!"

The voice was resounding, and the disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, before daring to reply: "Yes."

"How dare you answer 'yes'? Naughty, stupid, hopeless! Can't you just learn from your elder brother?"

After speaking, the old man realized that something was wrong.

Where is the big brother who is a role model?

"Big Brother..."

The disciples in the front row shrank their necks, pointed to the back, and whispered: "Mr. Yi, senior brother fell asleep, please keep your voice down..."

The old man choked, and looked along, behind the little disciple in Tsing Yi, there was a boy in white lying on his stomach. At that moment, the Fuyun Pavilion ushered in the first ray of sunlight, hitting the boy's sleeping handsome face.

He even put a talisman on his head, looking at the drawing of the talisman, it was the "Hidden Breath Talisman" that he learned in class yesterday that can hide voices!

True to his ancestors is a good example.

Mr. Yi was so angry that he beat the snare drum again with a "boom" and shouted loudly: "Fang Shiyi!"

The head of the five major sects in Central Continent, Shanhaimen, is as wild as ever in a new day.

After finishing his discussion with Duke Zhou, the elder brother woke up sleepily, thinking that the sound of drums like thunder in his dream was the sound of the end of get out of class, so he looked around: "Hey, get out of class is over?"

"..."

Everyone held their breath.

The farce of the morning class was over, and the young disciples were punished to copy the "History of Shan Hai Men Jing" a hundred times, and write an article about their experience.

Probably guessed that Fang Shiyi would not copy honestly, Mr. Yi didn't punish him, cut off a beard in resentment, and angrily went to the sect master to complain.

As soon as the master walked away, the disciples moved towards Fang to pick up the relics, overturned the stool, kicked the screen, and knocked down the incense burner. They huddled together, chattering and chirping like birds on a branch: " Senior brother, I heard that you comprehended the fifth level of "Shan Hai Jian Jue", is it true?"

"Eldest brother, I can't perform the second and seventh form of "Shan Hai Jian Jue" smoothly, teach me?"

"This issue of "Cultivation of Immortals" does not have the name of the big brother..."

"Hey, our big brother will definitely be the headline in the next issue!"

"Big brother, big brother..."

After cultivating immortals for more than ten years, Fang Shiyi still maintains the inertia of a mortal even though he has been bigu. He should eat and sleep.

After answering the questions of several juniors and sisters about their practice, seeing more and more people coming together, who seemed to be trapped here for a day, Fang Suyi decisively ended the topic and prepared to rub his feet with oil.

Amidst the noisy voices, a cold chirp suddenly sounded, with great penetrating power. Amidst the laughter and laughter, it sounded like fingernails scratching on a stone slab. Feeling unwell.

The little disciples couldn't hold back their smiles, they didn't dare to breathe, and looked carefully at the first row of desks.

Fang Shiyi sat on the desk, threw the small incense burner casually, raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look. The young man in the front row also turned his head and looked at him coldly.

Before he was six years old, Fang Suyi relied on his thick skin to pester people for food. Although he was picked up by the head of the Shanhai Sect and became a big brother envied by everyone, his face was not thin but thick. As the tide rose, he ignored the disgust and disgust in the young man's eyes as if nothing had happened, and smiled slightly: "Junior brother, do you also have questions to ask me?"

The young man snorted coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "Don't dare to bother senior brother."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

The little disciples in the pavilion looked at me and I looked at you, they were silent and dared not speak.

——Wen Xiuyue, the master of Shanhaimen, known as Sword Master Knowing Misfortune, is the No. 1 cultivator in today's practice world. He is known as the closest monk to Feisheng in the past thousand years. Not even a single sword qi.It is a supreme honor to be able to worship under Jian Zun and become the first disciple.

As we all know, the eldest disciple and the second disciple have been at odds for a long time.

The second disciple, Xiao Minghe, was born in the Xiao family, a well-known family in the world. When he came to Shanhaimen, the Xiao family thought that Xiao Minghe must be the first disciple of the sect master and the future master of Shanhaimen. A little beggar came back, most likely because of his eyesight, so he accepted him as a big disciple very carelessly, which forced Xiao Minghe to be overwhelmed.

The Xiao family didn't dare to confront him, so they could only vent their anger on Fang Shiyi.

Xiao Minghe possesses the demeanor of an aristocratic family, his eyes are high above the top, and he doesn't even look at the ignorant juniors, let alone this senior brother who grew up eating a lot of food.

Fang Suyi was understanding, thinking hey, I would be angry instead, so he never cared about Xiao Minghe's eccentric attitude.

He glanced at the waste papers all over the floor, picked up a piece at random, and breathed a bit of spiritual energy, and the ball of waste paper seemed to come to life. He spread his wings and flew up, bringing paper cranes all over the room, dancing lightly.

Those who came to Fuyun Pavilion to listen to the lectures were young disciples, most of whom had low cultivation bases. They were immediately attracted by this little trick, and the atmosphere became lively again after cooling down, and they all chased after the paper cranes.

Fang picked up his belongings, brushed off his sleeves, waved goodbye, and before he left, he still hadn't forgotten his duty as a senior brother, and raised his voice to remind: "Don't forget the "History of the Mountain and Sea Gate Classic" and the experience you have experienced a hundred times. By the way , that book was edited by Mr. Yi, the old man can recite it fluently, and he can detect a word missing."

Everyone was struck by lightning: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Fang Shiyi pondered for a moment: "I don't need to copy."

"..."

The highest peak of Shanhaimen is Fuyun Peak, which is covered with a large formation of heaven and earth. If you walk in it, if there are thousands of miles, there are countless small formations everywhere. Among them, it seems to be in nine days.

Fang Shiyi couldn't rest his hands, he came out of the Fuyun Pavilion, casually killed a flower, put it in his mouth, put his hands behind his head, walked in the clouds, squinted his eyes at the sky, and thought leisurely: It's so peaceful.

A little boring.

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, there was a sudden "crack" sound of thunder on the cloudless sky, and in an instant, dark clouds rolled in.

The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, the wind suddenly rose, the black clouds were heavy, and the purple electricity boiled.There seemed to be a giant beast roaring in the sky, and the muffled vibration came from the bottom of his heart, and the sound filled his ears, and the little disciples with lower cultivation bases had already started to feel dizzy.

Fang Suyi: "..."

Fang Shiyi's footsteps froze, and he looked at the scene of annihilation in astonishment.

...God, do you give Fang some face like this?

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