Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, the Residence of Nine Supremes had sent out a mission once every ten days. Including the first time, it had been sent out four times.
Forty days had passed.
There were still three months and twenty days before the Battle of the Celestial Luck Banner.
However, the disciples of the Residence of Nine Supremes were no longer satisfied with following behind their masters when they went out to carry out their missions. Gradually, they became the ones who took the lead, and many of them were rewarded.
This was especially true for this group of little fellows. They were basically invincible when facing experts of the same level. His confidence was slowly being nurtured, and it was slowly starting to swell.
Inside the sect, the atmosphere gradually became livelier. There were people communicating with each other every day.
"Today I killed … two people."
"What does it feel like …"
"It's so scary. I still can't eat now. It feels so disgusting. It feels like someone is following me when I turn around …"
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll just kill a few more."
"Yes."
After three consecutive follow-up operations against the human traffickers, there were no more casualties among the seventy-five first generation disciples of the nine peaks.
Not only were there no casualties, each of the seventy-five disciples was much calmer than before. Even the youngest of them had a calm expression on their faces when they were fighting for their lives.
Raising a knife to take a life and drawing a sword to kill was no longer a strange thing. Even the psychological barrier was gone.
As these young fellows grew stronger, Yun Yang was shocked to realize that there were quite a number of amusing disciples.
For example.
Hu Xiaofan was sparring with another disciple.
The two stood facing each other.
The wind was rustling.
Hu Xiaofan said, "I, Hu Xiaofan, was enlightened at the age of three, started to practice martial arts at the age of six, and innately opened eight acupores. I killed five people at the age of seven, exterminated three sects at the age of nine, and achieved success in swordsmanship at the age of ten. The sword in my hand is made of refined steel. It is two feet seven inches long and weighs three catties nine taels.
"I, Meng Yiran, was enlightened at the age of four, began to practice martial arts at the age of seven, wandered from place to place, killed at the age of nine, mastered the saber technique at the age of ten, and became a disciple of the second peak of the Residence of Nine Supremes. This saber is made of tempered divine steel, two feet and five inches long, weighing five catties and four taels. Although it's not a divine weapon, it's still a treasured saber."
"Good saber!"
"Good sword!"
"Please enlighten me!"
"Please!"
Swish swish swish …
Only then did the two of them engage in battle.
Yun Yang no longer had the energy to retort.
He really didn't know where these two fellows learned these messy tricks from. He clearly hadn't learned anything yet, but his ability to act pretentious was extremely high. He really did not need a teacher to teach him. In fact, he had already mastered it in one go, soaring straight to the pinnacle of perfection, to the point of being able to do as he pleased.
Also … what did he mean by 'accomplished swordsmanship'? What did it mean to be proficient in swordsmanship?
Don't insult the two words' accomplished 'and' advanced 'with your mediocre saber techniques and sword moves!
The other side.
Yun Xiuxin and Lin Xiaorou.
"Junior Sister Lin."
"Senior Sister Yun."
"Since the last time we parted, Junior Sister is still as graceful as before."
"After so many years, Senior Sister is still as beautiful as ever."
"Are you here to have a showdown?"
"Senior Sister, please enlighten me. I'm about to have a showdown."
"Same here."
"Please!"
"Please!"
Hugging his sword, cupping his hands, he made his move.
Swish swish swish …
As Yun Yang watched the battles between the disciples, he felt as if thousands of mythical beasts were roaring and rampaging within him.
'After so many years? If I may ask, when have you not seen each other? ' 'What do you mean by' after so many years'? '
'A showdown … You two little girls, what showdown are you talking about?'
'Elegant as ever, beautiful as ever …'
'Just two little girls, don't blaspheme elegance and beauty, okay?'
'Two tablets …'
"The Residence of Nine Supremes may not be as good as the other sects in other aspects, but when it comes to the level of showing off, it can really be said to be the best in the Bound of Universe. Moreover, it even occupies the top three, top five, and top ten positions. I'm afraid it's not impossible for it to be invincible in the world!" Yun Yang sighed.
Just when did our sect's style suddenly become so crooked? '
'Why didn't I notice it?' 'Why didn't I find any clues?'
"Junior Brother Yu!"
"Senior Brother Sun."
"You've broken through!"
"Senior Brother has sharp eyes."
"Do you want to fight?"
"No. I know I can't beat you, so it's pointless to waste my effort. I'll come back another day."
"Farewell, Junior Brother."
"Senior Brother is too polite."
"Please."
"Please."
…
'These clowns … I wonder if they still know how to talk properly!'
Fortunately, Yun Yang soon found the source.
He saw Shi Wuchen gliding down with an amazing movement technique, while Luo Dajiang walked over calmly, as steady as a mountain.
"Second Brother!"
"Third Brother!"
"Second Brother has improved again."
"Third Brother is the one who has improved a lot."
"Second Brother is as elegant as ever."
"Third Brother …"
Then, both of them turned their heads and saw Yun Yang.
"Big Brother!"
"Big Brother is as elegant as ever …"
"Big Brother is so handsome …"
…
Yun Yang quickly turned around and covered his face, speeding all the way back to his hall. Holding his forehead, he heaved a long sigh and was speechless for a long time.
'F * ck!
'These drama queens!
'My Residence of Nine Supremes has been turned into a concentration camp of clowns by these people?'
Yun Yang could not figure out the reason no matter how hard he racked his brains.
'When did it become like this?
Why?
'It was all quite normal!'
He called Little Fatty over and asked. Little Fatty was dumbfounded and asked, "Isn't this what you suggested, boss?"
Yun Yang was speechless.
"You suggested it after the last sect competition, saying that everyone is already a role model. No matter when and where in the future, we have to be methodical in our behavior and teaching …"
Little Fatty stared at Yun Yang strangely, incomprehension written all over his face. It was an expression that said, "You arranged it so well that you actually forgot about it".
"Everyone has done their best to achieve this. Why is it that you're the one who's impatient instead? How can we reason this out …"
Yun Yang held his head and did not want to speak anymore.
How … how can we reason this out?
'F * ck.
'I asked you to be role models, to be methodical in our behavior, not to be this kind of example.'
'What kind of f * cking example is this?'
Putting aside these troubling matters, there were still many things that made Yun Yang happy and gratified in these forty days. For example, the improvement of the Residence of Nine Supremes' younger generation disciples' abilities had reached a terrifying level.
Yu Chenghang and Sun Mingxiu had stepped into the second level of Immortal Mystic one after the other in this month.
Other than the top two positions that were unshakable and unchanging, the ranking of the other disciples among the top ten disciples changed almost every ten days.
If they did not work hard, they might be caught up by the junior brothers and sisters behind them and be crushed to the ground.
Once they were defeated, the senior brother would become the junior brother, and the senior sister would become the junior sister.
It had to be said that the change in ranking was too exciting!
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