Xuan Ji has an ordinary appearance and a medium figure, and is the kind of person who can't tell if he is thrown into the crowd.

Among the martial artists of Liu Yu's lineage in Qingdu, he was quite old, and he was over forty years old this year. To be serious, he was a few years older than Feng Yang.

However, Xuan Ji lived in Qingcheng Mountain, which is full of energy all year round, and he ate well and slept well, and did not have many vulgar things to deal with, so he looked like a young man with only twenty-seven or eight.

Unlike Feng Yang, who had broken the path of martial arts early on, Xuan Ji was simple and determined to be honest in martial arts. He had never married and had children and was well recuperated, so he always retained the hope of entering the state of power.

According to Liu Yu's opinion, if his disciple does not have a big problem, he will have the opportunity to break through the situation within ten years, but whether he succeeds or not depends on himself.

Among the disciples of Qingduguan in his fifties, the grades were considered to be of medium or inferior, but compared with the vast majority of artistic martial artists who had to go down the mountain to enter the world, they were quite lucky.

At this time, Xuan Ji and Liu Yu were standing on the archway in front of the Taoist temple, watching a competition in the martial arts venue.

Both sides of this competition were a sword-giver and a martial artist who used fists. In terms of strength, the sword-giver was obviously superior and often forced the martial artist to use fists to make trouble and feel embarrassed.

The martial artist who used the boxing was obviously flawed in his body skills, and he would occasionally lose sight of the other and get the upper hand. Fortunately, the iron sword he used in the competition did not open the edge, so he would not be injured. Moreover, the martial artist who used the boxing was supposed to be carrying hard skills, but he could barely support him.

However, his clothes couldn't stop them for a few times and soon turned into beggar's outfits.

When the sword martial artist was playing behind him, he had already brought a touch of teasing. Finally, he used a pretty fancy series of sword techniques to pull the fist martial artist out.

After the martial artist stood up, he saw that his back was covered in fragile clothes, as if he had a few red marks, which looked like he had just accused of guilt.

The martial artists surrounding the skilled circle burst into laughter, and their words were even more teasing.

The martial artist who used the fist seemed not angry, with a blank face and expressionless expression, turned around silently and walked towards the house, probably to change his clothes.

However, the martial artists in the field did not disperse, as if they were still waiting for this person to come out.

Sure enough, within a moment, the martial artist changed his clothes and returned to the martial arts field. He began to challenge the other person among the martial artists without knowing his own life and death.

The next scene was like time reappearing, and the martial artist using fist was soon defeated.

His martial arts were originally among the thousands of Qingcheng martial artists who passed the martial arts test, and they were only considered to be inferior to the lower level. However, these new martial artists carefully selected by Liu Yu were all elites among the elites, and several of them had touched the threshold of artistic conception.

He challenged so honestly, naturally he would lose more than he win. But this man seemed to have no idea that everyone was taking the opportunity to humiliate him. He relied on his iron shirt to make a thick skin and flesh, and fought hard every day. It has been three months since then.

"年~~" As the sun was heading west, the bells sounded in the Taoist temple, but it was the sound of gathering martial artists to have a meal.

The people on the martial arts field finally dispersed, chatting and laughing together, and heading to the cafeteria together.

The martial artist who had been fighting for a long time also touched his stomach and walked towards the Taoist temple cafeteria. However, there was no one around him, and he seemed a little lonely and lonely.

"Master, do you want someone to warn those new junior brothers!" Xuan Ji looked on the archway for a long time, and finally felt a little angry. He couldn't help but ask Liu Yu, who was closing his eyes and resting.

"Warning them? Don't talk with Bai Ya anymore?" Liu Yu slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xuan Ji with a smile.

"This... they are not fighting, they are clearly bullying people!" Xuan Ji said with a wry smile, "Although jade cannot be made into a weapon without being carved, the disciple is afraid that Junior Brother Bai Ya will be worn out of his true nature and lose his confidence in the future, and martial arts will never be preserved!"

"If that brat had such a good temper, I wouldn't have been so embarrassed at the beginning!" Liu Yu stammered indifferently, waved his hand lazily at Xuan Ji, "Then what do you think... why do they bully Bai Ya?"

Xuan Ji was stunned. He actually wanted to say, "Aren't you all caused this?" However, with Liu Yu's temper, he would definitely be embarrassed and angry and leave.

But in fact, Bai Ya's current situation is indeed Liu Yu's fault.

Everyone is a new martial artist. According to principles, Bai Ya cannot be the target of public criticism, but he just has no friends now. The main reason is that Liu Yu often leaves Bai Ya alone. After a few trips, many new martial artists have been discovered.

It doesn’t matter if you find it out. Many of the new martial artists are descendants of Qingcheng’s powerful men. Are they their descendants? Taking care of them can understand them even if they take care of them.

But the martial artists were furious as soon as they inquired. They learned from the seniors of the previous generation that Liu Yu often left Bai Ya alone because he and Xuan Ji had just become boys under his seat.

The martial artists are not three-year-old children. They have a little bit of brains and know that Liu Yu used a way to include Bai Ya and Xuan Ji into the Qingcheng Gate Wall. The two are now equivalent to half of the official Qingcheng disciples.

Xuan Ji is nothing. He is an old-fashioned martial artist and is likely to enter the power realm in the future. He is a veteran of the previous artistic warriors.

Moreover, he has supervised the practice of martial arts in the past few months, which is equivalent to teaching skills on behalf of the master. Everyone respects him very much and treats him as half a master. Not to mention Taoist children, they even become formal disciples of Qingcheng, they all take it for granted.

But what about Bai Ya...why?

In terms of age, he was the youngest of a group of new martial artists and only turned sixteen by the end of this year. In terms of martial arts, after several tests, everyone found that he was the worst-schooled among these new martial artists.

Not to mention comparing with them, even among the 1,000 martial artists who passed the martial arts test, he could only be considered to be inferior.

Now many new martial artists are dissatisfied, but they are a little psychologically unbalanced with the previous artistic martial artists here.

However, the artistic conception warriors of the previous few generations have passed the age of being young and frivolous. And after years of being in Qingcheng, they must have some inside story to know that Liu Yu could take Bai Ya as a Taoist boy on the altar of the talisman.

This matter cannot be decided by Liu Yu alone, and it may have been approved by the senior management of Qingduguan.

Therefore, they will not deliberately cause trouble for Baiya.

However, many new martial artists are different. They are at the peak of their lives with satisfaction. Suddenly, a rich second-generation who is walking through the back door appears in front of them, and they immediately scream and pounce on them to kill the rich and help the poor.

We have worked hard for more than ten years to have a chance to enter the Qingcheng Gate Wall. How can you be so good, you will be determined as soon as you come, and your ability is the worst among us.

Liu Yu is the master, we can't disobey his decision, but it's enough to find your trouble. Who makes your kung fu the worst?

So, more than 20 new martial artists recruited by Liu Yu began to repair Baiya in the name of a competition.

At this time, everyone had another reason to hate him.

This kid is carrying a hard work in an iron cloth shirt and his fists are very heavy. Everyone can't really hurt him seriously. If you hit him, it won't hurt. If his tiger claws are slightly edged, his skin will burst. Even if it's just a skin injury, it will hurt for many days!

However, the martial artists who can pass the Qingcheng martial arts test are not a good deal. They gradually discovered that Bai Ya has a big flaw and his body skills are not good! This kid's steps are not flexible, and in their eyes, he is as slow as a turtle.

When they discovered this, Bai Ya was in a tragedy. He lost for more than a month and never won anyone.

Of course, the martial artists were also angry at this time, so this matter should have ended here.

But the problem is that Bai Ya quits, and this kid seems to have discovered a new continent. If everyone doesn’t go to find him, he comes back by himself. For more than a month later, he will not have enough meals every day and challenges them.

Therefore, this challenge in the name of competition has lasted for nearly three months until today, and there has been no sign of stopping.

But the martial artists began to become less and less confident, because Bai Ya's body movements and footsteps increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. From the original lack of victory to the occasional victory, the situation is gradually turning around, making it difficult for all the martial artists to get into trouble.

Except for some of them who touched the threshold of artistic conception and some martial arts illegitimate people who were not afraid, everyone else complained secretly. They could fully imagine the miserable scene in which Bai Ya used tiger claws to scratch them all over their bodies with their tiger claws.

Otherwise, with their nature, how could they win and continue to mock the other party? That would be a sign of guilt. I hope that Bai Ya would stop the challenge if I could not stand it, or I hope that Xuan Ji and Liu Yu would intervene and end the farce with justification.

However, Xuan Ji didn't know what these martial artists were thinking, but he just saw them "bullying" Bai Ya every day, so he couldn't help it.

Xuan Ji was different from them. He vaguely knew that he could become a Taoist boy in the Taoist temple, and he might have given the blessing of Bai Ya, the young junior brother. Otherwise, it would be hard to imagine that Liu Yu would take the initiative to accept him as a Taoist boy.

There is a difference between having hope to enter the state of momentum and truly entering the state of momentum.

Which of the artistic warriors who are staying here now has no hope, but have you seen others be attracted by Liu Yu?

None! The promotion ratio of one-thirty is not a joke. In the past few generations, all the artistic conception warriors who are still on the mountain are probably only one or two of them who can finally seize the opportunity and truly break through to the power realm.

That was when fish leaped on the dragon gate and the flying dragon was in the sky!

"Master, does Junior Brother Baiya have some origin?" As soon as he thought of this, Xuan Ji couldn't help asking.

"Haha, you have to endure it until now, and it can be seen that the qi cultivation skills have made great progress." Liu Yu looked back at him, opened his mouth to speak, but after thinking about it, he sighed, "If you want to know, ask him yourself, but I can't leak anyone's privacy!"

"I've asked!" Xuan Ji's face looked a little strange, and he muttered, "Young junior brother said you left your head and left his mother alone. He has been alone since childhood..."

"Bai Ya, die for me!" Liu Yubo raised the blue veins on his forehead, his face turned black like a pot, and he shouted at the bottom of the archway.
Chapter completed!