"Who else could it be besides my uncle?"

"Jiuxiao Qingyun is my uncle's sword. Now that the tiger is released, my uncle will definitely come back to take revenge."

"Junior brother!" the disciple practicing wooden sticks scolded, and then lowered his voice: "Stop talking, little junior uncle is here."

How could a few disciples dare to gossip?

They all stood respectfully and bowed politely.

"Uncle Junior——"

"Uncle Junior——"

"Uncle Junior——"

The young man who came was named Di Wen. He was sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed in the uniform of a disciple of Xiao Nanshan and was neat and tidy without any wrinkles. He was obviously a person who strictly abides by his etiquette.

He came slowly with the Jiuxiao Qingyun Sword in hand, the scabbard facing the rising sun, and the wolf's eyes above were as dark and dark as the person holding it.

"If you don't practice martial arts well, what's the use of your tongue?"

He is young but has a big attitude.

After all, he is a direct disciple. Although he is raised outside, his disciples all respect him and respect him, so naturally he has a good temper.

The disciples calmed down and did not dare to breathe.

She usually played well with Di Wen, so she came over and started feeling aggrieved on his behalf.

"Little Junior Uncle, calm down. With Junior Junior Uncle's talent, I can beat her to defeat her."

"Our young master uncle is extremely talented. Who among the disciples of the inner and outer sects can be a match?"

"That's right, she licked her face and came here to ask for advice, and she even called me Xiao Nanshan. She was really angry."

Having said this, Di Wen's pent-up anger dissipated a lot.

"It doesn't matter if she comes, let the whole master see who is qualified to be Xiao Nanshan's direct disciple. Is she worthy?"

The disciples worshiped him with their faces.

They all followed suit.

Di Wen is indeed very talented, otherwise he would not be valued by the master and let him be worshiped as Mu Wan.

On weekdays, the younger disciples also obeyed him.

But for Qiao Yu, the relationship is far away.

Qiao Yu came to Xiaonan Mountain when he was six years old. He was mostly raised in Yunxu Peak and Muwanzhi to hide from the world, and was rarely seen by his disciples.

"It's just that Uncle Master managed to break through the Xiaonanshan Mountain Formation with one person's strength. His strength is certainly true."

A low voice sounded.

The disciples turned back instantly.

The fat man's waist is a little straighter.

"Didn't you also see a few years ago that my uncle learned Xiaomeishan's seven consecutive fists on the spot? At that time, my uncle went into battle and failed miserably."

Pang Dundun is familiar with Qiao Yu. He serves Mu Wanzhi and delivers meals every day. He is very familiar with Qiao Yu, so he can't help but say a word for her.

Devin gritted his teeth.

"That's just a few years."

In the past few years, he has worked hard every day and never slacked off. How could he be inferior to her?

Fatty didn't say anything.

You will know when the time comes to compare.

He is my uncle's biggest fan.

...

March 3, Xiaonanshan.

Stretching mountains and clear skies.

Above the sky of the ladder, clouds and mist are lingering, like a fairyland.

Qiao Yu stopped under the bronze bell on Xiaonan Mountain, his clothes and clothes rustling loudly in the wind.

She raised her head and looked at the top of Qingtian Mountain across the mountains, but she felt a faint pain from the rising sun.

"Knock it on."

The young man had a deep voice and held Yanhuang tightly.

"Yes, uncle."

Su Hengtuo took a step forward with his majestic body, held the wooden stake in his big hand, and hit the bronze bell of Xiaonanshan hard.

"Buzz——"

The loud and solemn bells penetrated the ladder to heaven, penetrated the mountains, and reached the top of the clouds.

This voice made Qiao Yu feel angry.

That night, the sound of the bells in the mountain-zhenzhen formation was the same, and it stung people's eardrums.

Come here today, and she will pay it back!

"little six."

The palm of his hand felt warm, and a slender hand came up to hold it.

Qiao Yu turned around and met Chu Weichen's autumn-like eyes.

"Brother, help you."

After he finished speaking, Su Heng's rumbling voice also sounded behind him.

"Uncle Master, let's help you!"

"Master! Let's help you!"

Another sound.

It's He Ran.

"We are behind the leader."

"The leader is not alone."

The young nephew and the young disciples all looked at her with firm eyes.

The wind is getting stronger.

The blow made Qiao Yu's cheeks itch and feel warm.

It was no longer the same day, when it was bitingly cold, mixed with wind and snow.

Qiao Yu's eyebrows relaxed, and the anger in his heart subsided in an instant.

She met their eyes, made a fist with her right hand, and gently hammered her heart, her eyes extremely firm.

She didn't say anything, but He Ran and the others already knew what she meant.

she says.

This heart.

Never admit defeat!

“Let’s eat KFC together after the fight!”

The young man raised his sword and cheered with a smile.

“KFC!”

“KFC!”

“KFC!”

The cheers kept ringing in my ears!

Jiang Yan rolled his eyes, feeling embarrassed.

Chu Weichen didn't want to look at her, so he immediately dragged her forward.

at this time.

Muwan, dressed in white, stood on the top of the mountain facing the mountain wind.

Behind him were all the disciples from Xiaonanshan who came after hearing the bell.

There was also a group of old men from the sect who also rushed over.

Fatty was crowded at the gate of the mountain. Looking at these people, he always seemed to be ready to welcome the new leader.

He raised his head and looked up the ladder, his eyes filled with joy.
To be continued...