Disciples are outside, in the remote mountain forest.

The ancient trees are towering, and the branches and leaves are dense.

Ink painting stands under the ancient tree.

This towering ancient tree happened to be the one he used to practice the sword.

Hundreds of disciples gathered together and surrounded by ink painting.

This is Cheng Mo's instructions to listen to ink paintings.

Of course, these disciples are not all.

In the last year of Zongmen practice, most disciples are very busy, and they have their own things to do.

There are those who practice closed doors, some who go out to hunt monsters, some are running on the way, some continue to make rewards, and there are practitioners such as the practice of arranges, runes, alchemy, refiners and other slim skills.

The ink painting is temporarily convened, and so many disciples can be called.

Among these people, the vast majority of disciples of Taixu Mountain have only a small number of disciples of Tai A Mountain and Chongxu Mountain.

The disciples of Taixu Mountain are the same as the same door as the ink painting.

As long as ink paintings are shouting, most of the disciples will run over immediately as long as they are free.

Tai A and Chongxu's pulse, just after merging Taixumen, the disciples of the two mountains were alienated a lot about ink painting.

Of course, ink paintings don't care.

These disciples are now enough.

In the small woods, hundreds of disciples are either or sitting, and they are densely around, and they look at ink paintings silently.

"Brother, you come to us, what's the matter?" Someone asked.

The eyes of others are more or less doubtful.

Ink painting opens the door to see the mountain and ask:

"Do you all go to the Sword Conference?"

The disciples nodded, and someone shook their heads.

Mo Hui asked them: "Why not go?"

After a moment of silence, there is humanity:

"Brother, I am a bit shallow, and the spiritual power is low ..."

"I'm not good at fighting ..."

"I can't do it."

"I don't know who to find a team ..."

"On the sword conference is a big event and a event, so many people watch, I ... a little nervous ..."

"Yes, it will not work, so I won't be shameful."

"If you lose in front of so many people, if you lose it, it is ugly, but instead of discrediting Zongmen's face, we will not go ..."

Different disciples have divergent discussions, in the final analysis, either they are not confident or not good at fighting with others, or they do not want to be shameful to Zongmen.

After all, the entire Zongmen, there are many disciples, the qualifications of each other are different, and the minds are different.

Not everyone, they all have the ability and mind of killing.

The ink painted, and said again:

"On the victory system of the sword conference, you should know."

"As long as you can win a game, even at the beginning, winning a trivial game will also accumulate a winning point for Zongmen."

Disciples nodded.

They still know this system.

only……

"A win point ... it's too ... it's insignificant ..." Some disciples whispered.

The ink painting shook his head, "Don't take goodness without doing it."

"It seems that there is only one victory, but the sand becomes a tower. As long as the accumulation is more, it will lay the final victory."

"This is not a victory, but your contribution to Zongmen."

Ink painting eyes are bright:

"We are all a member of too virtual door, with the honor and disgrace of Zongmen."

"If you want to prosper, if you want to be strong, if you want to be strong, you can't do without the effort of every disciple."

"You go to the Sword Conference, not just fighting for yourself, but also for the honor and interests of Zongmen."

"Even if it loses, although it is defeated."

"Other people may laugh at you, but Zongmen's ancestors, heads, and even all the elders will recognize your efforts, and recognize your efforts to give Zongmen."

"If you win, even if you only win a game, you will only win, and you will make a practical contribution for the sake of the winner."

"Don't accumulate step by step, there is no thousand miles."

"Victory never happened overnight, but that's it, accumulated through little by little ..."

"Too much door, not the one or two of the pride of the heavenly pride, but all the disciples of the too virtual door!"

"Too much strong, inseparable from every disciple."

The ink painting is sincere, and goes straight into the hearts of the people.

The disciples heard the words, and they all shaken.

They don't want to discuss the sword, they just feel their efforts. In the face of Tianjiao Ruyun's sword, they are really insignificant, so they have a heart of retreating.

Ink painting is also clear.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary disciples are "cannon fodder", and it does not affect participating in the competition.

Zongmen will not force his disciples to participate, all look at them voluntarily.

But the situation is different now.

After the three sections, the number of disciples at the bottom of the Taixumen is more than three times more.

And they just happened to have the "little brother" in Mo painting.

"But brother ..." Some disciples whispered, "I want to go, but my strength is really too weak ..."

"Moreover, I don’t know how to fight with others ..."

"Yes, I haven't practiced either ..."

"I really want to go up, it is estimated that I can't win ..."

Ink painting waved his hand, "It's okay, you haven't talked about the sword, haven't you hunting the monster yet?"

Everyone was stunned.

Ink painting continues: "If you really don't know how to fight and how to win, you will talk about the sword as the 'hunting monster'."

"You are not going to talk about swords, but to hunt five 'human -shaped monsters'.". "

In this way, many disciples really don't be nervous.

On the sword, they didn't talk about it, but they were familiar with the hunting monsters.

Especially after the ink painting allows the "hunting demon" process, even if the disciples who are not good at fighting and do not like to fight, as long as they follow the step by step, they can also kill one or two monsters from the monster mountain. Then, then

"But ..." Some disciples said, "On the sword and hunting monster, it's not the same ..."

The monster skin is thick and strong, but the habits are fixed.

The monks are different, flexible and more changing, and more thoughts.

One is to beasts, one is to people, these two types of killing ideas are completely different.

Ink painting has a bamboo way: "Rest assured, I will consider it. At that time, you do what I say, unified formation, equipped with formation, adapting to the spiritual tools, and firm tactics."

"You are just a Taoist soldier, don't be afraid, you have no heart, just execute the command. If you win, it doesn't matter if you lose it. This is the sword, but you will not die."

After such a driving direction, everyone's eyes could not help but light up.

Seeing that they had the fighting spirit, the tone said with some excitement:

"All disciples of Zongmen in Ganxue State, there is only one chance to discuss sword in this life. I don’t believe it. You really want to give up this opportunity."

"Since you don't want to give up, go for a fight."

"The famous door of the Ganxue State is indeed a cloud, and there are countless masters." There are countless masters. "

"But no matter how good the qualification is, no matter how high, the strength of the strength is just a person, not more noble than you."

"Under the Tao, all sentient beings are dogs."
To be continued...