Chapter 91: Drop

After the elimination of three people, four people were eliminated one after another. The schedule progressed very quickly. Several elders in the Tianshan School moved slightly, and the biggest reaction was the uncertainty. Seeing all three of their apprentices were suddenly Kong Huai knocked out, sighed, and set his sights on Heron, who was still calm.
"Look at your baby apprentice, it's terrible after all!"
"The sharp edge is not necessarily a good thing." Heron didn't care much, ignoring his expression of hate and envy.
Kong Huai's ability today is not what he taught, thanks to his hundreds of years of travel abroad, no matter how much he is praised, he really does not have much feeling.
Because all he has in mind is Jiang Hanzheng. This is what he cares about every day and every night, watching every bit of the child growing up.
Rather than the arrogance of Kong Huai in his eyes, he wanted to know what happened to Jiang Hanzheng.
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It is said that Liu Yihan found that Jiang Han was meditating cross-legged safely in the bamboo forest for a while. He did nothing. He had a new idea in his heart.
Unexpectedly, when Liu Yihan was close to Jiang Han timing, a break was broken at first glance, the ground soil cracked, and the bamboo leaves that had fallen were bounced. Liu Yihan was forced back by several meters.
Liu Yihan was startled, and turned into a disdainful smile. He pushed his toes a little harder, and kept his body moving backwards.
He knew the kid wasn't that simple, but he didn't take these tricks into his eyes.
"Will some tricks be used to qualify as an apprentice of the Supreme Real? Today, my brother will teach you how to call a trick!"
Liu Yihan squinted his eyes, revealing the fierce light, just as his killing move came out, the two of them flashed a faint light instantly, and the surrounding scenes were blurred.
Jiang Han looked around, knowing that the game was over, so he showed a naive smile, pretending to sigh helplessly, "It is a pity that Brother Liu cannot be enjoyed."
It turned out that within this short period of time, Kong Huai resolved two more people and completely ended the schedule, so the remaining nine of them were automatically transmitted back to the martial arts.
Before the contest began, the game ended quickly, which is unexpected.
You don't have to spend your time on this person, and you can go back to Dongfu early to see the Master. It is indeed pleasant. Jiang Han is relieved, but Liu Yihan is still upset. He let his fists speak loudly, to make him look good next time.
However, the other party didn't take it seriously, went out to the stadium with a smile, and went to find Heron. Liu Yi was cold and stomped, but his steps followed closely, and he wanted to take a closer look at the real person.
In this game, Jiang Hanzheng has been watching the clams contending, enjoying the benefits of the fisherman, and passing through another difficult time without any effort.
Because of the efforts of Kong Huai, other disciples also avoided World War I more or less. Despite this, his actions today caused a lot of resentment from his disciples, thinking that he had no one in his eyes, was too public, and did not respect them as opponents.
Kong Huai ignored this, and he did not hesitate. He never considered these people as rivals, so they thought or scolded and praised him, but for him it was just a noisy rumbling or dog barking. He wouldn't care.
He is different from Liu Yihan's arrogance. Although Liu Yihan is noble, it is only because of inferiority in his heart. He has experienced a strong sense of self-esteem after experiencing downfall and dilemma. The ground is disgusted, and trying to get the attention of the Supreme Reality by defeating him, like to prove something.
On the surface of Kong Huai, it seemed a bit cold, others would think that he is a practitioner who does not care about the world and is a bright-minded practitioner, but his heart is truly proud and indifferent. All the indifference is out of disdain. .
He did n’t say that he was born in Zhongming Dingshi Family. At the age of three, he was even tested for the best single spirit root. Entering the cultivation of Tianshan was not an effort for him, and he was directly recommended to the most famous real person at the time. In front of him, he became his first disciple.
Since then, he has taken top-notch resources and top-quality spirits, regardless of whether he is a disciple inside or outside, it is only his step stone, and he never puts anyone in his eyes.
It was such a noble man, but on the next day, he came to Heron with some books and magic weapons.
"The idiot is foolish, so he asks for advice."
When hearing this, Heron thought he was hearing aloud, and he nodded slowly for several seconds, indicating that he heard it.
It ’s just that the person in front of him looks more indifferent than him, and there is no doubt about holding the book. Where does it look like he is open-minded?
Heron thought he could already learn and take care of himself by himself, and his master was only a decoration, so Konghuai's question was beyond his expectation.
It was as if the icy rock suddenly softened, and finally he was willing to put his high self in the world.
Heron casually flipped through the book in front of her, but her eyes kept on Kong Huai, and it was not difficult to find that there was a hint of restraint on him.
He carefully read the books he brought, and He Lang was also skeptical. The books brought by Kong Huai were read by the practitioners in the gas-consolidation period and the base-building period. They were only suitable for Xiao Zhenger to see this. Moreover, he did not see him on weekdays. Reading hobby, so ... shouldn't he just use Xiaozheng's book indiscriminately as an excuse?
Kong Huai looked at Heron's look, and later discovered this problem. He felt a little annoyed blaming himself for his stunned head, but he didn't show half of his face. He explained carefully: "Warm old and new." "
"Well ... it's hard to learn something new, but it's hard for you." Heron raised an eyebrow, but it seemed intriguing how he looked, knowing that he was just an excuse to find himself, and he didn't really understand it, neither did Heron. I intend to really give him a waste of energy to explain.
Kong Huai frowned, staring at his side face, feeling that the person in front of him seemed to be avoiding himself intentionally or unintentionally, unwilling to open up with him and frankly, his heart could not help but flutter and gradually sink.
"The teacher treats me indifferently, and seems unwilling to impart it to me?"
"Of course not." Heron shook his head, pondered for a while, turned his back, and slowly said: "It's just that you have already achieved something, and I don't think I need to teach it. I don't need a few days to start."
Kong Huai's complexion changed and he didn't think that this person really felt that he could be a teacher. He was afraid that he had no intention of being on his own. This time he was euphemistically neglecting his relationship and didn't want to spend any more energy on On him.
The temperature on his body was getting lower and lower, and he felt a small amount of strength being pulled out of his limbs. For a while, he didn't know what to do, and at the same time, an unknown flame of fire ignited from his heart.
Very well, this man wanted to set aside his apprenticeship with him so much that he just refused to let him go.
Wasn't it for the boy of the waste spirit root? Why does he have to do this, is he really going to put his whole heart on this waste man?
At this moment, he was impulsive and extreme, and he had the sword of the waste spirit root boy in his heart.
He even thought, if he didn't turn around and leave so quickly, would everything be different today? Is it because he lost his Master's anxiety and made him escape?
Kong Huai's heart was a bit sour, and he couldn't bear it in his throat, and finally sighed slowly, "You're really unforgiving."
The memories of that year have gradually been covered with dust during the century-long practice, but when I stepped into Tianshan again and came to this cave, standing in front of this person, the light dust was wiped away instantly, all the bits and details of the memories seemed to be It reappeared in my eyes, listening to my ears, it seemed that Master's whispers and voices still remained.
He remembers that this person will always consider him for nothing, from cultivation to eating and wearing, and he will let him use the best products.
And every time he breaks through the realm, this person is always the happiest one.
When did this relationship change? He could not remember that it was in his ceremonial ceremony, and it was also a breakthrough in the late foundation period. That night, Master was obviously very happy, but this joy was mixed with feelings different from the past.
Then, there is the subtle and gentle expression of the Master.
At that time, his heart was terrified. In his heart, it could be said that the waves were surging, and the sky turned round and round.
He regards his teacher as his father, respects him and admires him, but never thinks that he will think so about himself, and that he deserves to be deserted.
Since then, he has evaded him everywhere, and his caring past has been like a flood of beasts, making him restless. He was confused and rejected all good intentions in isolation, thinking about it, and offered an excuse to travel down the mountain.
At first, he hesitated for a few months, but never returned to Tianshan, and then heard that Master also began to retreat for a long time.
He was ruthless and still didn't go back.
Such a journey is nearly a hundred years old. He thought he had matured and could deal with the world affairs in a calm manner, but when he heard that the Master was out of control, there was still a ripple in his heart.
When he heard that he had accepted a new apprentice and was still a Wulinggen, he had to pay attention.
He wanted to see what a stranger the Master received. Although he was curious, the idea was arrogant and disdainful. As long as he was subconscious, he had determined that no matter what the person was, he must not be outstanding.
He has always kept his memory for many years, and has always been accustomed to Master's gaze and petting, care and warmth, because he has taken all this for granted, and is accustomed to having all his attention in one hand.
However, when he came back again, he found that the Master was so strange that he gradually became helpless. I do n’t know how to face him. He wanted to ask the Master what he thought, but he lost it again. His ability to approach.
But now, the Master who had treated him sincerely, abandoned him in just such a few days, and forgot about him as cleanly as possible. Both stingy and heartless.
He came under this man's door, but he was just a teenager. Even if he turned around and left, all his youthful and immature memories before the foundation were related to this man. How could such a gap not make him feel lost? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was about to fall directly from the abyss from above nine days.
When Master Huai's figure appeared more and more frequently in Kong Huai's mind, he later realized that every move of this person was remembered clearly by him, seduced him to chase, and the more the quality, the more the endless aftertaste .
He took every note of this man's treatment of the waste spirit root boy into his heart, not to be jealous or to deceive himself, just like masochism, but he still had to take this attitude.
Seeing the look of the waste spirit root boy all day long, he was disgusted, and a man wanted to haunt Master all day and all night.
But after being silent for a while, he mocked again, why wasn't he? He had to sigh, maybe Master practiced a spell that would allow others to sink into his tenderness, making even the moths flutter fire.
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