True Martial World Chapter 1239: Get started
"Let you sacrifice blood, what are you still doing?"
Nothing happened to Yi Yun. A thick eyebrow pro- disciple said angrily. Yi Yun glanced at the thick-browed young disciple. He knew that his surname was Song. He was the youngest of the four personal disciples. Brother said that it would take a few more days for this person to be officially accepted as a disciple by the elder too clear.
Yi Yun looked at him indifferently and then ignored him. The thick eyebrow youth was angry. As a disciple disciple, when was n’t the moon held by the stars, he has long been used to the envy and respect of others. When did you see a disciple who was still being evaluated and looked down on himself so much?
He was trying to teach this kid who didn't know what to do. At this moment, Brother Ji stopped the thick eyebrow youth, "Brother Song, you can!"
After all, Brother Ji looked at Yi Yun: "You don't want to sacrifice blood?"
Yi Yundao: "You seem to want to activate Kang Longding? But I'm here to participate in the assessment, not to do experiments for you."
Yi Yun knows the purpose of Wanshenling. It is nothing more than using him as a mouse. They want to achieve their own purpose.
Yi Yun originally joined Wanshenling to get in touch with the old snake, and didn't want to attract too much attention. If the process of shaking the tripod was too far, I'm afraid he would have no quiet days in Wanshenling.
As far as offending the Pantheon, Yi Yun didn't care. Just when he was bleeding and shaking, the light in the corner of his eye noticed that the old snake's gaze fell on himself for a long time, so Yi Yun believed that he The things shown, already is enough to interest the old snake.
However, after Yi Yun said this, everyone in the audience, especially those who sharpened their heads and wanted to squeeze into the Pantheon, heard the dumbfounded.
They are going to join the Pantheon. Which one is not sincere and horrified. When you see the disciples of Wanshenling, let alone disciples, even ordinary disciples are respectful and respectful. It is ridiculous that a disciple speaks.
"This guy ... ruthless."
The young Chinese servicemen didn't know what to say. The two people who contacted the old oil seller who sold the ox ticket were better than one.
Not only is "Hui Gen" awesome, it is even more awesome.
"Oh, it ’s really bold, but young people are too arrogant, but it ’s not good. Even if you are talented, you are proud of the men in the place where you grow up, but when you step out and touch the wider world, you know you are just a frog at the bottom of the well. , There are too many geniuses in this world, many are beyond your imagination.
Mo Shanqing said quietly, he can see that Yi Yun's foundation is much deeper than that of ordinary martial arts soldiers. He should be a genius, so proud.
But in the Pantheon, there are too many geniuses. Many of them are also arrogant and talented disciples. After entering the Pantheon, they found that they were just ordinary members, so the arrogance disappeared naturally.
For such people, Mo Shanqing only cares about being a child, and doesn't care.
"Sacrifice your blood, I'm not asking for your opinion, but I'm ordering you."
Mo Shanqing's voice was a bit cold. How could he, as an elder of the Pantheon, allow a beginner to challenge his authority?
No one dares to talk to him in such a tone. Previously, in the history of the Pantheon, there were a few disciples who had drawn treasures from the Pantheon. Haven't they obediently handed them to the Pantheon?
After listening to Mo Shanqing's words, Yi Yun frowned even more. When he was thinking about how to respond, at this moment, Yi Yun heard a deep voice of vitality.
"Sacrifice blood, just a few drops, you don't want to mix here, I still want to mix here! Don't give the old man a mess."
Huh?
Yi Yun's heart moved, and she turned to look at the old snake, but she saw that the old man already found a corner and sat down cross-legged. The wine gourd is drinking like a beer while watching a play, just like a beggar.
The old snake spoke. Yi Yun still chose to obey. He believed in the magic dust and snow.
One finger, Sword Qi, cut the finger, a few drops of blood flew out, straight into the sky!
At the moment when the blood entered the cloud, Yi Yun felt that a sudden invisible force cut into the cloud, and this force directly cut off his connection with those drops of blood.
"Ding Ding Ding!"
Blood shot into Kang Longding, making a sound like the impact of steel **** and bronze.
However, Kang Longding remained motionless and was not inspired by Yi Yun's blood.
Yi Yun was shocked. The power just now ...
Yi Yun looked at the old snake. Is this the old man?
The old snake drank alcohol, and it was a matter of irrelevance. Yi Yun wondered how this old guy shot his blood mark and wiped it off instantly. It felt like he had changed his blood. .
"Failed?"
Seeing that Kang Longding didn't respond, Mo Shanqing shook his head secretly.
Is it just an accident? There was no treasure shot in Kang Longding, which was a little strange at first. Now the blood of Yi Yun was sacrificed again, but it did not cause any changes in Kang Longding, which made Mo Shanqing very disappointed.
The work done is gone.
Mo Shanqing was disappointed, but Brother Song was very proud. He was really afraid that Yi Yun would shake Kang Longding again, so that he would not ride on his head in Wanshenling?
"This boy, with his arrogant face, uncle Mo started to say, it is not yet obedient to sacrifice blood, but unfortunately it is useless and a waste."
Song Shi was sneerous and ironic, before being dismissed by Yi Yun, now he always has a sigh of relief.
"Uncle Mo, Kang Longding was shaking just now. It should be just a coincidence. Maybe it has nothing to do with him. This person should be unqualified and not become my disciple."
Brother Ji, headed by four personal biography disciples, also spoke.
Mo Shanqing was hesitant for a while. This situation, he had never seen it before. He did not know how to judge Yi Yun.
But Kang Longding is very important. Even if he knew that the process of dragon's appearance just now is mostly a coincidence, Mo Shanqing didn't want to give up this opportunity. Thinking of this, Mo Shanqing lit a trait note to ask the head. .
Yi Yun looked at all this indifferently. These guys were a bit mistaken and thought that they were crying and begging to join the Pantheon. In fact, what kind of Pantheon, Yi Yun did not want to go at all, he was about to turn When he left his head, he remembered the vitality just now.
"Afterlife, don't be so aggressive, there are some interesting places on the Wanshenling. Otherwise, what do you think the old man should be here?"
After hearing this voice, Yi Yun could only stop. He silently glanced at the old snake. The old man seemed to be a tapeworm in his stomach. He could always guess what he was thinking, which made Yi Yun Very upset, this old guy must have known for a long time that it was Phantom Dust that made him come, but he still seemed ignorant.
At this moment, another fire was set on fire, and it was the note of the reply given by Wan Shen Ling.
"Uncle Mo, has this guy been brushed down?"
Mr. Song took a scornful look at Yi Yun and said gloatingly. He actually hated these disciples who have so-called "Wisdom" and mixed in the Wanshenling. They are not geniuses, but because of these messy things. , Soar into the sky, why?
His Song Bowen worked hard to gain today's achievements, but his blood can't make Kang Longding have a slight reaction. Is this fair?
This Rush child, Kang Longding, doesn't know which standard to implement!
It's not just Song Bowen who can't shake Ding. The same is true of the other three disciples, which makes them somewhat resistant to Yi Yun and Snake Girl.
However, at this time, Mo Shanqing, who was informed of the content of the musical note, lowered his head and groaned for a long time, and finally raised his head. He looked at Yi Yun with a strange look, and reluctantly said, "Boy, you are lucky, you He has been designated a disciple. Master Shi, is willing to ... take you as a disciple. "