At this moment, Gu Fenghua and the others finally showed surprise. Is this Duanmu Qingming too self-righteous? Do you really think that others are fools? I don’t even know the origin of the Holy Lord, the Lord’s Envoy, and the Holy Sect. I still need you.
Come to popularize science. The most important thing is that you can popularize science. There are 54 holy sects, how can you calculate 64?
Duanmu Qingming didn't know what they were surprised. Anyway, seeing the surprised look on their faces, I mistakenly thought that his second killer move had worked, and my expression became even more proud.
"Senior brother, it's not sixty-four." A disciple of the Jianding Sect who followed him heard something was wrong, smeared his forehead and reminded him in a low voice.
Of course, there is no doubt about Duanmu Qingming's talent. If he is not talented, how could he be valued so much by the sect leader? However, as the saying goes, there is a shortcoming. Duanmu Qingming's biggest disadvantage is that his calculations are not good, which is in the sword.
Ding Sect is also an open secret. Of course, as a saint, you can just be talented in cultivation, but you don’t act as a tentative lord. What does it matter if you don’t make good calculations? No one will despise him for any reason.
"Oh? Isn't it? Let me calculate it." Duanmu Qingming habitually broke up his fingers. Well... this is a habit I have developed since I was a child and has never changed it.
"Puchi!" Gu Fenghua and others couldn't help laughing. Seeing this guy pretending to be injured, they thought it was a big deal. It turned out to be a fool who had to beat his fingers even if he had to make up.
Duanmu Qingming certainly knew his fault. When they laughed, they didn't have the nerve to beat their fingers anymore, but their face turned red and a look of anger appeared.
"Anyway, my Sword Ding Sect is one of the most powerful Saint Sects in Wuji Holy Heaven. Without the qualifications of being extraordinary, don't even think about entering the mountain gate of my Sword Ding Sect. If it weren't for your extraordinary qualifications, I wouldn't give you this one, I wouldn't have given you this one if you didn't have the qualifications of being extraordinary.
Opportunity.” Duanmu Qingming said with a little shame.
"Sorry, I'm still not interested." Gu Fenghua felt much better when he saw this guy making a fool of himself and said with a faint smile. But the disapproval in the smile was still obvious at a glance.
She once fought with Zhang Yidao and Mo Qingqiu, two great envoys, and also fought with Duan Qingyun and Changsun Luocang, two great envoys. How could she be interested in joining the Holy Sect?
"Gu Fenghua, what do you mean? Could it be that you don't take our Sword Ding Sect seriously?" Duanmu Qingming finally couldn't wipe his face and said in anger.
"My young master of the family likes you. That is the blessing you have cultivated in your lifetime. You are so ignorant!"
"Tell you, this is the first time that my young sect leader has seen someone so differently. As long as I follow my young sect leader, I will protect you from endless wealth and wealth in the future, and have all kinds of cultivation resources." Seeing that the young sect leader was angry, the disciples of the Sword Ding Sect were angry, and those disciples of the Sword Ding Sect
He also came up and said indignantly. In fact, Duanmu Qingming is not the young sect leader yet, but in their opinion, this is just a matter of time. Now he says it, it is nothing more than flattering him.
Sure enough, when Duanmu Qingming raised his neck, he became even more proud when he heard them.
Several disciples of the Jianding Sect said one by one. The words of the man in front sounded like that, but the words of the man behind were obviously not very appropriate.
How could Gu Fenghua and others not hear what they said? Their faces were dark.
"Shut up, if you don't want to die, get out of here quickly, get out of here as far as you can." Luo Enen finally got angry.
Just a candle like you, who can’t even count the number of oily and flour noodles, dares to attack me, Miss Luo. It’s like a toad who wants to eat swan meat.