Lin Xiuya frowned slightly, glanced at Leng Su helplessly, then stretched out his fingertips and a faint purple spiritual power flew out.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the paper crane exploded, and a thick middle-aged male voice came from it.

"Old ancestors, the sect's disciple selection will be held every hundred years in three days. I wonder if the ancestors will be present at that time?"

Facing the sudden sound of the sect leader in his ears, Leng Su couldn't help but feel shocked, and then looked at Lin Xiuya in front of him with a confused look on his face.

"Are you here?" Leng Su asked in a confused look on his face.

Lin Xiuya: "..."

How did such an unreliable person survive until now?

Can he become the ancestor of the town sect in the world of cultivation?

Under Leng Su's gaze, Lin Xiuya shook his head expressionlessly, indicating that the sect leader did not come.

"Didn't come?" Leng Su was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Is it the sound transmission paper crane?"

"..." Lin Xiuya nodded.

"Oh." Leng Su responded.

Then, she looked at Lin Xiuya with a helpless look on her face and asked, "Advisor, it's been three months, why are you just not talking to the teacher?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiuya glanced at her expressionlessly and said nothing.

Leng Su: "..." I can't live this life, let's break up!!!

Because Leng Su was here, Lin Xiuya stopped practicing, but began to practice small spells and so on.

Seeing this, Leng Su asked again: "Advisor, do you think this disciple should be selected as a teacher?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiuya was still expressionless and continued to practice the small spells in his hand with a calm expression.

Leng Su: "..." He is really mute!!!

Seeing that he was still interested in O's favor, Leng Su was very angry and helpless.

Looking at Lin Xiuya, who was still practicing small spells in front of him, with expressionless faces on his face, Leng Su's eyes flashed, gritted his teeth, and suddenly said.

"A disciple, I have decided to send you to participate in the selection of this disciple!"

“…”

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiuya finally stopped the small spell in his hand this time, looked at her expressionlessly, shook his head and expressed his rejection.

Seeing this, Leng Sujian smiled: "Are you sure you won't go?"

"..." Lin Xiuya still shook his head.

Seeing this, Leng Su was not angry or persuaded, but instead said something else as if he was unintentionally.

"Two days ago, I was free and had nothing to do, so I went to the foot of the mountain to see who were participating in the selection of disciples. It was strange that I saw a very strange boy among the children.

As a teacher, the child is not only as old as his disciple.

Even this spiritual root is the same mutated thunder spirit root!"

When Leng Su said this, the light from the corner of his eyes noticed Lin Xiuya's sudden stiff face.

Seeing this, Leng Su was so proud...

Leng Su: "..." I made you not speak, I made you pretend to be cold, and I made you ignore me!!!

"And, I have something happened to you..."

Having said this, Leng Su chose to stop suddenly, then looked at Lin Xiuya with a proud look and asked, "Advisor, do you want to know the follow-up?"

"It's not difficult for you to be a teacher. As long as you say the word "think", how can you continue to speak for your teacher?"
Chapter completed!