(Voting clicks, various support, why wait for tomorrow!)

After the passionate speech, Zhou Wenbo became the spiritual sustenance and idol figure in the minds of a new generation of disciples.

The passion was boiling, and they all spoke out, supporting Zhou Wenbo to take action in tomorrow's sword lecture hall, breaking the sword problem in one fell swoop, and learning "Thirty-Six Swords of Chasing the Wind".

With a sudden laugh, Liang Qiufeng slowly stood up and said word by word: "If you want to crack it, why should you wait for tomorrow?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

Lan Lingling was angry and shouted, "Liang Qiufeng, don't come out and be embarrassed."

Liang Qiufeng was angry about this senior sister of the snake and scorpion and retorted: "Sister Lan, who is embarrassing? I don't know yet."

Lan Lingling was furious. If it weren't for the sect rules, she would have pounced over and smashed her into pieces.

Zhou Wenbo said, "Junior Brother Liang, when will I choose to solve the sword problem? It's not your turn to point fingers."

Liang Qiufeng shrugged: "Senior Brother Zhou, you misunderstood. What I mean is that I will crack it myself and don't have to wait for tomorrow."

Zhou Wenbo hugged his chest with his hands and sneered: "I said to Junior Brother Liang, how did you solve the sword problem? Yesterday everyone saw it. Brothers, are you right?"

Speaking of this, I deliberately paused.

Someone laughed in knowingly on the spot, and it sounded in a crowd.

"So, anyone can say big talk. But if you treat everyone as a fool, speak nonsense, and play tricks on your own, don't blame us for being rude to you."

The tone is stern.

This Zhou Wenbo was indeed eloquent and good at winning over the front. After a few words, he aroused the desire to unite against the enemy and let everyone stand opposite Liang Qiufeng.

"Yes, Liang Qiufeng, don't blow the big magic snail. To attract attention, sooner or later, it will cause complaints and everyone will hate them."

"There must be a lower limit to show off, too much is worse than too much."

"Liang Qiufeng, don't say that I think you are young, you can solve the sword problem. I will write my name in reverse."

"I said it long ago that he is just an acting clown, extremely disgusting!"

The accusations are like waves.

In Zhongnan Mountain, Liang Qiufeng was short in his entry and rarely took the initiative to make friends with fellow disciples. Except for Zhang Jiangshan, he basically had no friends. In addition, because he was favored by Elder Xiao and enjoyed exceptions, others had already accumulated a lot of resentment. At this moment, he was provoked by Zhou Wenbo and completely exploded.

One wave after another.

Liang Qiufeng, however, looked like a deaf man, turned a blind eye to him, stepped forward and walked up to the podium.

Nowadays, the best way to keep everyone silent is not to argue or refute, but to prove it with facts, just as Xiao Jihai said:

"You must make those who look down on you look at you with admiration; you must shut up those who mock you; you must make those who are waiting to see jokes stunned! You must fight for your dignity, your glory, and your future.

Striving is the most effective action and the most powerful declaration!

Zhou Wenbo suddenly reached out to block the way and said with a slight smile: "Junior Brother Liang, as a senior brother, I think I should give you a piece of advice: If you want to be a hero, you have to pay a price."

Liang Qiufeng looked at him and said calmly: "Senior Brother Zhou, are you afraid that I will crack the sword question?"

Zhou Wenbo suddenly felt like a cat being stepped on to his tail, and almost jumped up: "Liang Qiufeng, would I be afraid that you will solve the sword problem? The joke is such a big joke."

"Then, please retract your hand and don't block my way."

Zhou Wenbo put down his hand in a panic, cursing this damn guy thousands of times in his heart: "Okay, let me go over and see how you solve the sword problem."

He definitely didn't believe that Liang Qiufeng could really crack it. If he said "I'll come again next time" in the end, he would definitely be hated by everyone and become the biggest joke in the Sword Mansion; and if Liang Qiufeng was unable to get on the tiger and fought his life, his fate would definitely be even worse than Wu Qingfeng, at least he had to vomit pounds of blood.

"At that time, huh, I don't mind taking the initiative to 'help'..."

When Zhou Wenbo thought of the wonderful things, he sneered. The so-called help is of course not really helpful. While you are sick, you will still be alright.

With his means, he could do everything perfectly, so he sent Liang Qiufeng to the West, without any evidence of his death.

Standing in front of the sword title, staring at it, and after a while, close your eyes.

Buzz!

When the mind has no distracting thoughts and the mind is as clear as a mirror, the spiritual power is stimulated and rushes into the illusion of sword titles.

At this time, the shouts of the people in the hall slowly calmed down, and their eyes focused on the stage.

The boy's back was slightly thinner and looked tall and thin.

"Tsk tsk, it's quite pretty, but unfortunately it's artificial and really annoying."

Lan Lingling's eyes rolled and she said loudly, but she wanted to take the opportunity to interfere with Liang Qiufeng's mind and prevent her from concentrating. Anyway, Elder Wu is not here now, and no one is supervising, so she makes some small moves without any pressure.

Her cousin Ma Qianjun's Psychological Society immediately spoke: "No, with Elder Xiao's favor, he regarded the Sword Hall as a show to gain fame. A while ago, he said that he blocked the Pan Dongliu sword and didn't know whether it was true or not. I think the specific situation is very heavy."

Zhou Xuanshui, a direct warrior from the Zhou family, said sarcastically: "I don't know whether the water is big or not. Anyway, when the inner disciple's election starts, everything will be revealed and cannot be hidden."

They were talking like you and I, and they were so excited.

There are also many neutral disciples here who look at the problem objectively, and some people can't help but speak: "Senior Sister Lan, two senior brothers and junior brother Liang are solving the sword problem. It's not advisable to be disturbed. Let's talk about it later."

Lan Lingling was pretty and said: "What is cracking the sword problem? I think he is just pretending. He is just a fourth paragraph of strong trajectory. Do you think he has the ability to crack the Xuan-level sword problem? Senior Brother Wu was just backfired and vomited blood and was seriously injured. Do you think he is Liang Qiufeng, who dares to crack it?"

The disciple was stunned and asked himself: I had five stages of strength, but at this moment, I really didn't dare to try it.

Time passed every minute and seconds, Liang Qiufeng stood in front of the stone wall, motionless, like a sculpture.

Zhou Wenbo was also standing on the podium. From the side, you could see Liang Qiufeng's face was determined. Sometimes, the muscles on his cheeks would slightly ripples and frown. It seemed that the spiritual world was experiencing an arduous battle.

Is this kid really solving the sword problem?

Inexplicably, Zhou Wenbo felt a little nervous.

Logically, Liang Qiufeng is not the kind of impulsive young man, nor is he a fool who cares about consequences. He dares to speak in public and solve the sword problem. Is it true that he is sure?

No, no matter what, I have to do something to destroy his cracking process...

Zhou Wenbo gritted his teeth and wanted to use a secret move.

At this moment, Liang Qiufeng suddenly opened his eyes and said tiredly: "It's done."

Gently breathe, the leaves carrier turns into pieces and scatter all over the ground.

Seeing this, everyone present was stunned, and the words Liang Qiufeng had said before sounded in his ears: "If you want to crack it, why should you wait for tomorrow?"

It turns out that there is really no need to wait!
Chapter completed!