The human resources of the Sun and Moon God Church are limited. How can Chen Liang have the ability to teach so many people? How many teachers do he need to be enough?

Those masters don’t need to practice and come here to teach every day? They are dreaming.

Just create an inner and outer sect to deal with the outer disciples, and just find some small characters on the third and fourth levels of Qi training, and send them away.

One person leads one class, one hundred people in each class, and only the class is responsible for speaking in class. How much you can listen to is your luck.

Those with some talent will recruit into the inner sect, and the innate master will lead them in person. When you meet a good seedling, you will recruit into the Sun and Moon God Sect’s General Hall to study, and then naturally become your own person.

What, you are just here to learn and don’t want to join the Sun and Moon God Sect? I’m sorry, you can only learn some superficiality. Our profound martial arts are only passed down to our family.

"I want to enter the inner door, I want to change my destiny, my destiny is my own, not the heaven."

Facing the powerful sword intent, an old man jumped out and was the first to step onto the stairs. His name was Wang Fugui. He was 76 years old this year, with a wealth of wealth and a dozen concubines.

The only thing he is not satisfied with in this life is his physical decline. Practicing superior martial arts and strengthening his body for a few more years is his dream.

"puff!"

As soon as he took the first step, Wang Fugui squirted blood, shrank back, covered his chest and said, "Where are you going to pay?"

Ten thousand taels were earned, Dongfang Bubai laughed and pointed to the registration office on the side.

Those who fail to meet the requirements will be charged to death. This is a rule set by Chen Liang. He thought it was inappropriate at the time. Now, it is really good.

Putting a sheep is to put it, and a flock of sheep is to put it in. It is not a big problem to have one more student in class.

A true genius will not be buried, and will shine wherever he goes. On the contrary, waste is waste, and entering the inner door is waste. These people are just spending money to buy something unwilling to accept it.

I thought that with a better teacher, better skills would be more powerful. What about dreaming? If someone else learns a swordsmanship for only three days, you won’t be able to learn it for three months, and you won’t be flexible even after learning it. How can you compare?

"I'll go first."

Seeing people keep stepping on the stairs, Yan Qing also followed, Jiang Yanjun, Huang Quan and others were behind one by one.

I was afraid that the people ahead would get out of trouble, so everyone still left a distance between them.

When I stepped on the first step, I felt depressed, as if something was pressing on me. After walking a few steps, the feeling became stronger and stronger.

Twenty steps later, Huang Quan began to sweat on his forehead. He looked at Jiang Yanjun and Yan Qing in front of him, and gritted his teeth and continued to follow.

After thirty steps, Jiang Yanjun turned to look at them, "This sword intent is more about suppressing the spirit. The longer the stay, the more suppressing the spirit. Don't stop, go as far as you can in one breath."

"Even if you can't reach the top, you will make up less when you make up for the money. One hundred taels of each step, brothers, you will earn one hundred taels of every step."

"Huh!" After taking a deep breath, Yan Qing smiled and said, "If you say that, I will be motivated."

With Dongfang Bubai's cultivation level, he naturally heard Jiang Yanjun's words. From the very beginning, he paid attention to this little brat.

At this age, he seems to be only eleven or two, but he is the one who runs the fastest, and he doesn't stop the first ten steps, which means he is very energetic.

Not only is he strong in spirit, but he also speaks well. If the Tianshan Tonglao in Lingjiu Palace had not been dead, he would have doubted whether the Tianshan Tonglao had come.

"The sword intent of this sword is too strong." A quarter of an hour later, Liu Rusi walked on the 65-step stairs, sweating profusely, "I feel that my skin is almost pierced."

In front, Huang Quan didn't look back: "The reason why your skin feels tingling is because the nerves feel the sharpness of the sword intent."

"Under such a powerful sword intent, even if you can reach the top, you will feel depressed for a while, even..."

"Thorn!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yanjun’s clothes at the 80-step stairs were torn at the front.

It's not busy, but cut by the sword's intent.

Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three, eighty-four, Jiang Yanjun, who had a pale face, walked a few more steps and his clothes were all covered in vain.

After ninety steps, he was ragged and only a few rags were left to cover his body. From Yan Qing's perspective, he could see his naked ass.

"Puff, hahaha!"

He covered his stomach and laughed. Yan Qing almost fell down. After looking at the clothes that were almost cracking on his body, he simply took off his top and tied it all around his waist.

If he had a cell phone now, he would have to take a few photos of Jiang Yanjun.

Seeing this, the people behind them took off their shirts and tied them to cover their lower bodies by imitating Yan Qing.

Jiang Yanjun looks like a little brat. Even if he is naked, no one will laugh at him. They are different. Some are sons of generals, descendants of kings and princes, and people in the royal family. They are well-known figures outside, and they really can't afford to lose this person.

...

Jiang Yanjun was the first person at the youngest age, leading the way and taking the limelight. Someone below was already wondering how to curry favor with this young genius, using money and sex.

Step 91, and with a squirting sound, bloody flowers floated on Jiang Yanjun's white face, and an inch-long wound appeared.

The first, the second, the third, in just a few seconds, there was more redness on the body.

It was not easy to bear the sword intent. When approaching the end point, the sword intent directly pierced the skin. If you take a few more steps, you may be able to dismember the person.

Seeing his appearance, many people were already giving up.

"Puff!"

Step 93: Jiang Yanjun's small arms and legs were covered with blood, and his head was raised, and his short hair was filled with unyielding eyes.

After ninety-five steps, I knelt on the stairs and could only climb.

Later, Yan Qing, who was covered in tendons, said: "Don't leave, you won't have the advantage in the last few steps. There is no need to bear the money for hundreds of taels of silver."

Jiang Yanjun is innate in real life, and his mental power has been sublimated, and he is not a little better than these people.

But the sword intent is too strong, and the last few steps are for the physical body. No matter how powerful your mental power is, you will be slaughtered.

"Bang!"

He grabbed the stairs with one hand, Jiang Yanjun climbed another step, bleeding from his mouth, and gritted his teeth and said, "I have no money."

It is not a problem to ask him to get tens of millions in real life, but there are not even hundreds of taels here.

Squatted down and Dongfang Bubai said: "Little guy, I'll pay for your money for you, give up."

"I don't think I owe anyone favors, nor do I know you."

While speaking, Jiang Yanjun climbed another step, and bloodstained from his body.

"Even if you can get up like this, it will not be good for your body. Once you hurt your body, your martial arts path will be ruined in the future."

Jiang Yanjun didn't say anything. The suppression of sword intent was not the biggest problem for him. His body was, and as for this injury, he could not die.

As long as you can enter the inner door, so what if you are injured, it will not harm his Donghai's body.

What he wants to learn is advanced martial arts. Mr. Shen will not give it to him, and Liu Nansheng will not give it to him, so he can only get it himself.

"laugh!"

A sword intent struck Jiang Yanjun's neck, and blood swelled from the major artery.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, Jiang Yanjun's little hand touched the last stairs.

In an instant, another sword intent came from him, offsetting the pressure of the sword.
Chapter completed!