Zhao Fan, whose name was called by He Jun, the chief elder of Zhongyi Hall, was the most outstanding person who stood out during the first selection of outer disciples.
Looking at him standing outside the crowd with his hands behind his back, he gave the impression that he was a great master.
Lie Yan glanced at him, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
Huo'er raised her little head, tugged at her sleeves, and cried out cutely, "Mother, mother, tell me, why does that uncle's eyes always look toward the sky!"
Huo'er raised his head and looked at the blue sky, "There is nothing in the sky!"
Lie Yan raised his hand and touched his son's little head, and said to his son earnestly, "That uncle may think he is too ugly, so he looks at the sky so as not to scare the audience."
"So that's it!" Huo'er looked around intelligently and nodded, "Uncle is really a man of noble character!"
The mother and son had a strange conversation, but the volume was not lowered. As a result, everyone around them looked at them as if they were monsters.
Especially Zhao Fan, who was standing outside the crowd, heard Lie Yan's mother and son's words and glared at Lie Yan fiercely. When his eyes turned to the lovely Huo'er, he saw Huo'er raising her little hand high and trying hard at him.
He waved, "Hello, uncle!"
The man originally wanted to glare, but when he met Huo'er, a delicate and incomparable little guy, the glare was replaced by an awkward and stiff smile, and he nodded as a greeting.
He Jun, the elder of Zhongyi Hall, sneered, "Okay, okay, stop dilly-dallying, Miss, please stand on the ring over here!"
In the center of the competition ground, a stone platform with a width of 100 meters was built, with pillars tied with red silk around it, and Pixiu figures of various shapes were carved on it.
Usually the quarterly competition is held here.
Lie Yan walked to the stone platform and walked up the steps.
The sneers everywhere got even louder.
A lean and short man next to Zhao Fan smiled lewdly and said, "It's a pity that such a delicate and beautiful woman is a useless useless spirit. Brother Zhao Fan, I hope to come on stage later.
Be merciful!"
"Hey, Ma Long, have you fallen in love with the eldest lady? Are you like you? Do you think you have a chance?" The Wu Lan who spoke was the only woman among the five disciples selected for the first time, with an average appearance.
She is very jealous of women who are more beautiful than herself, especially a woman like Lie Yan who has no beauty and family background, but is a good-for-nothing, and is not looked down upon by her!
She is conceited and looks down on any woman who is not as powerful as her. Even though she is indeed not very distinctive in appearance, she always feels that compared to other women with low strength, she is the best!
Zhao Fan is a man that she, Wu Lan, can like. She doesn't want Zhao Fan to really listen to Ma Long's words and engage in "love the fragrance and cherish the jade", scoff!
Zhao Fan ignored Ma Long, just glanced at him coldly, then jumped up and landed lightly on the stage.
This kind of movement technique immediately attracted a lot of applause.
"As long as you can survive ten moves in my hands, I will lose." Zhao Fan raised his head to the sky and stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a master.
Lieyan:……
"Hahahaha!" He Jun, the elder of Zhongyi Hall, laughed like a drum, "Miss, if you can perform ten moves under Zhao Fan, then you are qualified to enter the outer sect to practice! Otherwise, haha, still