Anyone else?

The disciples of the inner and outer sects of Yandao Fighting Arena were stunned and turned to see a young man wearing a linen robe.

Unlike Luo Fei, Yan Daoming and others who were different from those who appeared, the young man came in plain sight, very low-key, neither cold and arrogant, nor domineering.

But because of Qiu Xiaoliu's past lessons, the outer disciples did not look down on him. According to the rule that the master always appears in the end, this senior brother must not be simple.

"Wait, you see, he didn't wear a crown!"

"Hey, yes, I didn't wear a crown. Is he not the senior brother of the main peak?"

"Who knows him?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know..."

There was a voice among the outer disciples, and curious emotions spread. When Luo Chuan came to Kongxu Mountain Realm a year ago, although he was very famous, he only showed his face in front of the inner disciples.

In the circle of people north of the arena, Wang Xiazi shouted, opened his mouth wide, staring at Luo Chuan with an incredible look on his face. As soon as he woke up early, Wang Xiazi felt dizzy and could not remember how he returned to the outer department office. He just vaguely remembered what happened last night, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt very ridiculous.

The Luomao people hid in Shanding for so long, but they were obviously useless, how could they make such a terrifying punch?

The smell of alcohol made Wang Xiazi realize that he must be drunk, and the memories of Luomao people were a dream.

Wang Xiazi was not relieved and wanted to find Lu Ping to verify it, but he couldn't find Lu Ping. Then he followed a group of outer brothers to the Yandao Arena in a daze.

Wang Xiazi's reaction quickly attracted the attention of the disciples of the surrounding outer sects.

"Wang Maoren, what expression do you have?"

"Well? Junior Brother Wang, do you know who this person is?"

"By the way, you often send letters everywhere, and you must know more people than us. Tell me who he is!"

As many outer disciples cheered, Wang Xiazi shook and suppressed his strange emotions: "You really don't know him? He is Luo Chuan."

"Luo Chuan? Who?"

"Luo Chuan...that Luo Chuan?"

"The weird guy who lives on the top of the mountain?"

Wang Xiazi nodded numbly: "Who else will be besides him?"

At this time, Luo Chuan had already walked into the Yandao Arena, shuttled through the crowd, and walked towards the main hall.

"He is Luo Chuan?"

"I remembered it, it turned out to be him. I saw him once more than a year ago."

"That weird guy."

Taking Wang Xiazi as the source point, it seemed as if waves of pushing around him were thrust, and soon Luo Chuan's name spread to the outer disciples. Looking at Luo Chuan again, everyone's eyes became complicated.

"It turned out to be Luo Chuan. I thought there was another genius master who could compare with Senior Brother Huo and Young Master Luo." An inner disciple shouted.

"Junior Brother Zhao, how could you say that? After all, he once made great contributions to the Kongxu Mountain Realm and was also considered a celebrity. Do you remember how glorious he was when he first entered the sect? Haha, maybe he could create another miracle this time." Another inner disciple said, his smile revealing a little hypocrisy.

"No matter how powerful he used to be, he is now a waste. What is he going to do?" The inner disciple was obviously dissatisfied: "It would be fine if he relied on that little contribution to hide in the mountain. Today he suddenly ran over and wanted to sign up for the autumn competition. Do you want to lose the face of our inner disciples?"

The words of the inner disciples of the Zhao surname represent the ideas of most inner disciples. Although Luo Chuan's deeds once won their sympathy and admiration, more than a year was enough to make all this very weak and people's hearts become cold. Luo Chuan also has privileges.

There are more and more sarcastic voices, and as the emotions spread, the entire Yandao fighting arena was filled with such sounds. Of course, there are also some inner disciples outside, but they are a few after all.

Wang Xiazi's face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect everything to turn out like this.

"This... Actually, Senior Brother Luo is a good person." After scratching his head, Wang Xiazi said to the brothers around him.

"Good guy? Maybe, it's a pity that's a bit stupid."

"Yes, if I had a brain, I wouldn't have come here today."

Wang Xiazi was secretly anxious, but at the same time he couldn't understand.

Luomao people, Luomao people, stay in the red maple forest, brew wine, look at the sky, and then brag with me. Isn’t it great to cultivate yourself and cultivate your character? Why do you say you have nothing to do? Do you really participate in the autumn competition? Not to mention that you are not qualified, even if you are qualified to participate, you will be humiliating yourself like you are now!

Shaking his head, Wang Xiazi rolled his eyes upwards.

Dusk is like fire, the sunset in the west is vast and magnificent as the clouds roll and unfold.

Wang Xiazi vaguely remembered something, but for a while, he could not recall it clearly.

At this moment, the sky suddenly changed. In the southwest, a dark cloud floated, and the clouds were undulating. Then a "scroll" sound came, and large swaths of hail fell from the clouds and smashed towards the mountain world.

An elder had been guarding the southwest with a crane. As soon as the hail fell, the elder was flying into the clouds and riding a crane. He muttered something and threw out a magic weapon to catch the hail. After a while, the hail fell and turned into ice water in the net, the elder also drove the crane to fly.

"Infinite sages!"

The disciples of the Kongxu Mountain Realm who witnessed all this saluted to the sky. The elder's actions, at least saved the creatures ten miles southwest of the mountain realm, and had immeasurable merits!

Among the crowd, Wang Xiazi was stunned and a picture appeared in his mind: a young man in a linen robe stood by the building, looking into the distance, and said lightly: "The clouds penetrate the sky, and the rainbow comes west, and tomorrow night, there will be hail to the southwest of the mountain boundary."

Unpredictable, and light and light.

"Aren't I dreaming, and the Luomao people are not bragging in my dream..." Wang Xiazi murmured to himself.

The picture in memory is forward: the outer junior Lu Ping suddenly took action, showing his skills that are not inferior to the four leading figures. However, he was defeated by Luo Chuan with a light punch. Wang Xiazi still remembers the feeling of that punch, like a civil-clad emperor, with boundless domineering aura!

Looking at Luo Chuan, who was walking calmly in the sarcasm, Wang Xiazi remained motionless, his face stiff, but his heart was already in hysterical madness.

If everything that happened yesterday was really not a dream, the Luomao people endured it like this and settled for more than a year. No one in the empty mountain world knew that there was such a terrifying existence in the red maple forest on the top of the mountain!

He was like a hibernating dragon, lurking under the noses of everyone, despised and underestimated by everyone.

Wang Xiazi's heart gradually calmed down. His first reaction was the same as yesterday. He only felt that there must be a lot of yin in it! But then, Wang Xiazi felt something was wrong.

If he really had something, the elders would not have noticed it and let him stay in the mountain world.

No matter what, this Luomao man must be a hidden master.

Wang Xiazi suddenly discovered that except for Lu Ping, he was the only one who knew the truth about Luo Chuan.

This is his advantage and an opportunity!

He clearly saw the Immortal Sect and saw the path to the Immortal Way, but was turned away because of his talent. The so-called outer disciple, to put it bluntly, is the attendant of the Immortal Family, the strongman who runs errands at the mountains.

But who is willing to be an outer disciple for the rest of his life?

Over the past year, every word Luo Chuan and Wang Xiazi said has echoed in their ears, including those "give you the wine of martial arts".

Today may be the craziest day for Wang Xiazi in 25 years, or perhaps it is because he has not sobered up with alcohol.

With the strange eyes of the disciples of the outer sect around him, Wang Xiazi rushed forward without hesitation, quickly caught up with Luo Chuan, nodded and said attentively: "Senior Brother Luo! Sign up for the autumn competition in the main hall! Let's go, Junior Brother will take you there."

In an instant, Wang Xiazi became the focus of everyone's eyes.

Luo Chuan looked at Wang Xiazi with a smile.

Wang Xiazi blushed, and he felt that all his thoughts had been seen through by Luo Chuan.

The inner and outer disciples looked at Wang Xiazi with idiot eyes, and the outer disciples who came with Wang Xiazi were even more open and could swallow their fists. Wang Xiazi's body was trembling slightly, and I don't know if it was nervous or excited.

In addition to the inner and outer disciples of the Yandao Fighting Arena, there was also a group of people watching Luo Chuan. Compared with the inner and outer disciples, the disciples of the main peak on the second floor of the main hall were much quieter, but their eyes were intriguing, indifferent, playful, and high.

Only a few people are different.

Tang Yan'er, the true disciple of Cuizhu Peak, ranked 26th. She bit her red lips lightly and looked slightly dazed.

Yin Chen, the true disciple of Cuizhu Peak, ranked 19th. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to shout something, but he was forced to hold it back.

Lu Boya, a true disciple of Jindingfeng, ranked fourth. His eyes at Luo Chuan were particularly complicated, with gratitude, sympathy, and a hint of doubt.

Huo Jun, a true disciple of the Black Dragon Peak, ranks second. Since Luo Chuan appeared, his fist has never been released until now.

"Yan'er, is he the Luo Chuan you have been mentioning?" Xiang Shaoyu put Tang Yan'er's expression into his eyes and his eyes were fixed.

"Yes." Tang Yan'er said lightly.

"Oh? It seems to be very ordinary." Xiang Shaoyu smiled.

"Very average?" Tang Yan'er tilted her eyebrows and glanced at Xiang Shaoyu: "Don't forget that the method you have practiced in the past six months was brought back from Wuhua City."

Xiang Shaoyu was speechless and his face looked slightly ugly.

"I can't imagine that Chen Yusheng, Yue Qun, Huang Yazi, and Guan Lushan were all broken into his hands. Chen Yusheng and Yue Qun were even killed by him." Yan Daoming held the gun in both hands and smiled playfully.

"If you have experienced his peak period and witnessed those battles with your own eyes, you would never have laughed so easily." Lu Boya said. After more than a year of precipitation, his former escape was wiped out, and his whole body had an extra "quiet" temperament.

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Chapter completed!