Peach Fortune Ring

But these words that sounded more polite made Chen Yan frowned slightly, because that guy Song Yan was very serious about his inner disciples. He was originally proud of himself as an inner disciple of Qingwei Sect, but this time he felt Somewhat uncomfortable.

"Little brother, next time I come here, I just want to be a peacemaker. As long as you hand over Ning Mo, you and my cousin can turn hostility into friendship. What do you think?"

"Haha." Song Yan picked up the teacup on the table, drank it down, and said with a loud smile: "It stands to reason that I have to give this face to the inner disciples who have spoken, but Ning Mo is my foster brother. If he handed it over, he would be laughed at by others, you are an inner sect disciple with high awareness and reason, you should be able to understand my difficulties, right?"

"boom!"

Wu Yu slapped the table with a slap, and glared at Song Yan with his eyes: "Boy surnamed Huang, my cousin speaks nicely to you, don't be ignorant of compliments!"

"Little brother, you can't do this for a small pharmacy apprentice. Hand over Ning Mo. I recognize you as a friend. I will take care of you in tomorrow's entrance examination!" Chen Yan's eyes flashed There was a bit of coldness, mainly because Song Yan called out "inner disciples" one by one, which made him a little annoyed.

One sings the red face, the other sings the white face.

Not only that, but also used Qingweimen's entrance examination to seduce him. It has to be said that this Chen Yan is quite scheming.

But at this moment, Huang Liang is not the original playboy, how can such a careful plan make things difficult for him.

So he smiled: "I don't agree with what the inner disciples said. Although Ning Mo was an apprentice in a drugstore before, he didn't ask where he came from. What's more, he is my foster brother now. I don't agree with this kind of thing. will do."

Chen Yan took a deep breath, and felt that the words "inner disciple" were very harsh: "Little brother, you should call me Brother Chen or Chen Yan, but I also want to tell you one thing, those who do big things don't care about small things."

Hearing this, Song Yan gave Wu Yu a playful look: "What the disciples of the inner sect mean is that one day, if someone offered an exchange of benefits and asked you to betray your cousin, would you be willing?"

Although Wu Yu also knew that Song Yan was trying to sow discord, he still couldn't help but glance at Chen Yan.

However, Chen Yan's heart was filled with anger, and he said coldly: "This matter cannot be generalized!"

"Okay, inner disciples, please go back, it's late at night, I want to rest!" Song Yan put the tea cup in his hand on the table, got up and walked upstairs.

"stop!"

Wu Yu shouted angrily.

"Little brother, don't make mistakes!" Chen Yan also said coldly: "If you reject our kindness, I can guarantee that you will not pass tomorrow's assessment!"

Song Yan turned around abruptly, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, curled his lips and said: "I'm so scared, you are just an inner disciple, not the head of the Qingwei Sect, so if I am willing to come down to see you, it is considered a favor." Your face, now push your nose and eyes in front of you, you are a fart!"

"……you……!"

Chen Yan was furious about it.

"Cousin, this kid surnamed Huang is too arrogant, we can't let him go!" Wu Yu shouted.

Chen Yan took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart: "Let's go!"

If you were an ordinary person, his status as an inner disciple of the Qingwei Sect is indeed unattainable, but Huang Liang is the son of the city lord of Kaiyuan City, and Huang Shan and Liu Wushuang are both master-level warriors. How about Huang Liang.

However, he could not deal with him openly, but he could stumbling him secretly. He had already decided that no matter what, he would not be allowed to pass tomorrow's entrance examination.

Not far away, Anzi of Chopin sighed, his young master was indeed a troublemaker, he offended an inner disciple before he entered the Qingwei Sect.

But Ning Mo, who was standing upstairs, was a little moved.

He didn't expect that Song Yan would protect him like this, and he decided in his heart that if there is a chance, he must repay his kindness.

"Thank you!"

Ning Mo walked towards Song Yan who was upstairs, and then bowed deeply to him.

"Okay, don't just say thank you. The young master didn't hand you over, not because of you, but mainly because of my face! Also, don't let me down in the assessment tomorrow, rest early!"

After patting Ning Mo on the shoulder, Song Yan returned to his room.

Silent all night.

In the early morning of the next day, under the clear mountain, there was a sea of ​​people, boiling and noisy.

In front of a bluestone staircase more than ten meters wide stood four inner disciples wearing white star clothes.

They all held a milky white bead the size of a fist in their hands.

This bead is called a real qi bead, as long as you pour real qi into it, it will emit light.

"Anyone who comes to participate in the entrance examination, please stand in four rows and take the test one by one! Don't make noise, don't jump in line, otherwise you will be disqualified from the assessment!"

A middle-aged man wearing a black bird robe appeared, and as soon as he spoke, his voice reached the ears of everyone present.

Immediately, the noisy scene quietened down. At the same time, the teenagers who came to participate in the assessment stood in four rows one by one.

Among the crowd, Song Yan and Ning Mo also joined the queue. There are at least 2 people who came to participate in the entrance examination this year than three years ago.

Tests run quickly.

Almost everyone can pass, because the minimum requirement for participating in Qingweimen is the first level of qi refining. Except for a small number of people who did not reach the first level of qi refining with a fluke mentality, [-]% of them have reached the first level of qi refining.

An hour later.

It was Song Yan's turn.

The inner disciple didn't speak, and directly handed the real balloon to Song Yan.

Song Yan took the real balloon and injected a wisp of real energy into it. Immediately, a faint radiance bloomed from the real balloon.

"by!"

The inner disciple said something lightly, and motioned Song Yan to go up the stairs, where several outer disciples were doing registration.

"Name?"

"Huang Liang."

"age?"

"eighteen."

"Nation?"

"New Century City!"

"Wait at the Yanwu Square above, remember, don't run around!" One of the disciples outside waved his hand, signaling Song Yan to leave quickly and not block others.

This ladder is very long, with more than 3000 steps.

At the end of the stairs is a huge stone monument.

The stone tablet is more than ten meters high and three to four meters wide. It is covered with densely packed characters, mainly introducing the origin of Qingweimen and the deeds of some important figures in Qingweimen.

Behind the stele is a huge martial arts square.