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"Wow, the head, our position is very good!"

Most of the disciples of the Thunder Sect had never traveled far away, had never been to a big city like Tianshui Zhoucheng, let alone attended the Tianluo Conference.

As soon as they found a place, they began to set up the scene. Thinking of the next few days, they would spend most of their time here. Not only did they not worry, they were very excited.

Compared with the excitement of the disciples of the Thunder Sect, the disciples of the surrounding sects seemed much calmer.

Although it was the first time they participated in such a conference, they had often heard introductions from previous seniors, so they did not show such interest in the conference at this time.

What's more, the Tianluo Conference gathered in various schools, and the disciples' words and deeds represented the image of the martial art, so they had to sit tightly and show their best scenes to maintain the image of the martial art.

At this moment, Mo Yanli weakly said to Yan Chu:

"Master, can I build a stove here?"

Yan Chu was taken aback: "Why?"

Mo Yanli said: "The disciples are not strong enough to win glory for the sect, but they also think of their own strength. The next few days, the brothers and sisters must be very hard. If they still can't eat delicious meals, how can they have the strength to compete? So the disciples thought We need to build a stove here to cook for the brothers and sisters."

"You think so well, go, call Shang Zeyang and the others, and take one together!" Yan Chu agreed with a smile.

Mo Yanli also smiled, turned around and called to Li Zeyang and other male disciples, and began to get busy.

They collected materials on the spot and built a stove with stones. Another female disciple Yujian got dry wood from the woods above and below. Finally, Mo Yanli took a big black pot directly from the space ring and placed it on the stove.

Seeing the solidarity and cooperation of the disciples, Yan Chu smiled with satisfaction.

In fact, there is no pressure in everyone's hearts. After all, the Tianluo Conference is not dangerous in the Lost City. For them, participating in the conference is no different from the Autumn Outing.

When everyone was busy and unhappy, a discordant voice came.

"This is the Jinglei faction? It's bluffing as soon as it enters the arena. It's like a group of wild villagers entering the city, looking like they have never seen the world!"

Yan Chu looked up and glanced, and found that it was the disciple of the sect who was standing next to them with the sign of Yuxuzong.

The disciples of Yu Xuzong all wore uniform dark blue costumes with white clouds and flying swords embroidered on them.

Among them, the twenty-five participating disciples were embroidered with their names on their chests, and their costumes were more ornate. They held their heads high and held their chests high, their expressions were sharp, and their eyes were full of disdain for other disciples.

Except for these twenty-five disciples, every disciple was accompanied by an outside disciple who was responsible for their diet and daily life.

These outer disciples respectfully stand beside the inner disciples, as if they are serving their own master.

As the strongest Six-Rank sect near Tianshui Zhoucheng, Yuxu Zong is backed by Black and White Academy, and naturally has their proud capital.

But Yan Chu disagrees with the management style of the outer door serving the inner door.

Both outer disciples and inner disciples are disciples of the sect, and the most fundamental purpose is to cultivate, not to come to the present.

Yan Chu would also let the inner disciples take over the outer disciples, but at most they were teaching assistants. The outer disciples helped with some sect chores, and the inner disciples also assisted the elders to teach the outer disciples.

After all, the internal and external disciples of the Jinglei Sect are all a family.

Unlike Yuxuzong, which has distinct classes.

The one who just spoke was an elite disciple of Yuxu Sect's inner sect, with his name embroidered on his chest: Yang Wei.

"The head also told us to be careful of the Thunder Squad. I think it's nothing more than that. Maybe in the first game, all members will be eliminated, hahahaha!"

Yang Wei's so loud sarcasm caused a lot of people's attention.

He sneered in his heart, it seemed that his mockery had worked.

Yesterday their leader came back strictly,

However, the elite of this group of inner disciples did not put the Jinglei faction in their eyes at all, but could not wait to take the initiative to provoke the Jinglei faction.

Everyone looked at Yan Chu, wanting to see how this thundering sect leader, who was born out of the sky, was rumored to have shocked the four thunder sects in the city lord's mansion yesterday, how would he deal with Yu Xuzong's taunts.

Under the attention of everyone, Yan Chu just glanced at Yang Wei lightly, then withdrew his gaze and chatted with Xiao Keqing beside him.

Endure it?

Understandably, after all, as the master of a sect, even if he feels unhappy, he can't express his joy and anger on his face.

According to everyone's understanding, if Yan Chu didn't speak, it was his disciple who stood up.

The disciple will not lose his identity to the disciple. Yan Chu is quite clever in doing this, at least not that kind of rash.

So... what about the disciples of the Thunder Sect?

I saw that the disciples of the Thunder Sect completely ignored Yang Wei's ridicule, as if they had not heard it.

Cleaning up, chatting, chatting, life...

No one cares about Yang Wei at all!

In this way, Yang Wei ridiculed the Shocking Lei Sect alone, and none of the Shocking Sects paid attention to Yang Wei, which made Yang Wei seem a little stupid.

Yang Wei waited for a while, and no one responded to him, so he couldn't help asking:

"Are all the men of the Thunder School dead? Your school was so insulted by others, there was no reaction at all?"

Everyone still did their own things, chatting and laughing, not being affected by Yang Wei in the slightest.

Yang Wei was angry: "The wild mountain faction is as timid as a mouse, and has no courage. Come to participate in some Tianluo convention, go home and farm!"

Everyone still did not respond, and Mo Yanli even cut fresh fruit for everyone.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Yang Wei found that the ridicule that had been tried and tested in the past, when used on the Thunder Squad, was actually like a fist hitting cotton, with no effect at all.

Moreover, he yelled at the Thunder Squad alone, but the Thunder Squad responded well, but the Thunder Squad did not respond, and he became like a noisy fly, buzzing and disturbing...

The immortal cultivators on the crowd all smiled. The Thunder Sect did not respond, and it would not appear that they were useless. On the contrary, they seemed to have connotation and high vision!

Do lions care about flies?

At this time, in everyone's eyes, the Thunder Sect was the powerful and proud lion, and Yang Wei was the buzzing fly, overwhelming!

Yang Wei also persuaded, he glanced back.

Behind the many disciples, Yan Beixu sat there.

He nodded slightly to Yang Wei.

Yang Wei gritted his teeth, summoned Feijian directly, and shouted to Shen Wen passing by him:

"Thunderbolts, who would dare to fight with me!"