Liu Fengmian raised his hand and signaled Wang Shuyue and others to wait in the outer hall, and came to the center of the hall alone.

He first bowed to the head, then turned slightly to greet the elders on both sides, and then reported:

"The head master, uncles and uncles, and disciples Liu Fengmian have fulfilled their mission and brought all the exchange students of Lanxing!"

"There are eleven people in the group, He Qiong is the leader, and he is waiting outside the hall. Please ask the head to show his advice."

Hearing this, the elders in the hall looked at me, and I looked at you, but they didn't say anything. They all looked at the head of the main position, Qing and Dao Ren.

People who practice immortals rarely see old age, but Qingyi has white hair.

However, that face looked only in his early thirties, with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, high nose and thin lips, and serious-smiling appearance, looking extremely majestic.

He raised his eyes and looked at the six elders in the hall, five men and one woman, all of whom were powerful people in the Nascent Soul realm. He practiced for thousands of years and had a unique skill.

If they were asked to take away one or two disciples, they would still be the Blue Star people from outside the domain, without thinking too much, they would know that these noble elders would definitely not want to make a living like this.

After pondering for a moment, Qingyi said, "Since you have come, you can rest assured. The person has arrived, so it depends on the will of God."

After saying that, he gave a wink to the disciple beside him. The disciple took the order and took out a bamboo tube full of signs.

When the elders saw the bamboo tube, their eyes were full of helplessness and repulsion, but they were not able to refute the head's face. They could only sigh and draw a sign from the bamboo tube in their disciple's hand.

Seeing that they were reluctant, Qingyi comforted him again: "I have read the information of these ten people, and they are all good seedlings. Among them, there is a disciple of Tianling Root. I won't choose it. I will leave it to you for your senior brothers and sisters."

Hearing this, the six elders who were not interested suddenly became interested. The elder Ruan Zhi of Hongxia Peak asked in disbelief:

"What the head brother said is true?"

There is no one in the millions of good seedlings of the Tianling Root. She has only seen one in hundreds of years. Is it a treasure from another sect? Now, such a good thing really falls on them?

It’s not that Ruan Zhi doesn’t believe it, nor does the other five elders believe it very much, after all, the Tianling root is too rare.

When Qing saw that they were interested, he said lightly: "The Supreme Elder is from my Yunhe Sect. If you have good seedlings, you will definitely be close to us first. You just choose."

As he said that, he saw that several people had already taken the signs and said, "There is a sequence on the signs. Choose from No. 1, and at least one person should choose each person."

Hearing this, the six people hurriedly unbuttoned the seal on the sign, some were happy and some were worried.

"Who got the first place?" Ruan Zhi asked dissatisfiedly.

She was the youngest among the six people, and her senior brothers were favored by her, so she wanted to stop her.

But in front of Tianling Root, the senior brothers did not say anything in the friendship between the two, and all five of them did not speak out.

Seeing this, Ruan Zhi glanced at the senior brothers in dissatisfaction, raised her sign, which read 2, which was just a little short of 1. No wonder she couldn't hold back.

Ruan Zhi frowned and asked, "Sect Master, have these disciples chosen to be my inner disciple or my inner disciple?"

She didn't ask for her personal disciples, and Qingyi immediately understood what she meant. She was asking him how to deal with these exchange students from Lanxing.

Yunhe Sect has a strict procedure for selecting disciples. Except for those disciples who are attracted by them at a glance and brought back to the sect to become disciples directly by the peak master or elder, most of the disciples in the sect are selected from the people.

Every five years, Yunhe Sect holds a ceremony to accept disciples, select the best, and divides them into servile disciples, external and internal disciples, internal disciples, internal disciples, and personal disciples.

The treatments enjoyed by each class in the sect are also different. There will be two major competitions within the sect every year, which is an opportunity for lower-level disciples to be promoted to the upper level.

Of course, if you are lucky and are directly attracted by the Jindan monk who can accept disciples, that is another matter.

In a word, the treatment of disciples who have masters and those who don’t have masters is very different.

The other five elders also wanted to know the answer to Ruan Zhi's question.

Of course, the exchange student of Tianling Root must be admitted to the disciples. As for the others, it is really impossible to force them.

Qingyi also understood the thoughts of these elders. After pondering for a moment, he replied: "If you don't have that fate, at least you will arrange the identity of an inner disciple. You can't do it too ugly."

The inner disciples just want to throw them to their disciples with them. The six elders thought about it and nodded, and finally felt less uncomfortable.

"If you don't have any problems, start. It's getting late, so it's not too rude." Qingyi reminded.

The elders nodded, and Elder Chengxia Peak, who had the first sign, got up, and under the resentful gaze of his junior sister Ruan Zhi, he walked out of the hall and came to the outer hall in anticipation.

Wang Shuyue and others stood for about twenty minutes, and they had seen the people from Yunhe Sect. He Qiong glanced at Bai Qingfeng and others who were not standing, and reminded them to show their energy.

Everyone stood up straight and stood upright. Under He Qiong's leadership, they bowed to the courtesy. Although the movements were not standard, this attitude of adapting to local customs still made people feel very satisfied.

Liu Fengmian briefly told everyone what they were going to do. Ou Keqin, who had always thought that his group would stay together, heard that he was going to separate, and he reluctantly looked at Bai Qingfeng.

However, unexpectedly, the young man was waiting for the assignment with excitement, and did not look at him at all. The young man's passionate heart suddenly became cold.

The three ministers keenly felt that the elder of the Chengxia Peak's eyes fell on him. The young man immediately frowned and turned his head slightly to look at Wang Shuyue who was standing two people away from him.

He wanted to be under the same elder's sect with his uncle, but he didn't want to see it separately.

However, Wang Shuyue had five spiritual roots, and Elder Chengxia Peak didn't even look at her, and chose to ignore her directly.

Wang Shuyue noticed the gaze that the boy cast, and knew that he would be separated from him, so she was inexplicably relaxed.

Turning his head, nodding at him, signaling the boy to go boldly.

Elder Chengxia Peak held his identity and stretched out his finger to point out Sansheng, "Come to me."

The three ministers stepped forward as they said, and Elder Chengxia Peak ordered another exchange student, a total of two people, completed the indicator given by the leader, waved to summon the flying magic weapon and took two new disciples away.

However, unexpectedly, a powerful aura suddenly came and the Immortal Julu appeared in front of everyone.

He nodded to Wang Shuyue almost indecisively, and then directly pointed out the three sentences, "I want this child, I'm confused, you can choose another one."

After saying that, he took Guangxiu to his magic weapon with a roll of Guangxiu, and in an instant he disappeared.

"Uncle Master..." The boy's scream came from afar from the sky. No one knew who he was calling, only Wang Shuyue was pretending to be ignorant.

Yunhe Sect is the number one sword sect in Jiuzhou. Following the Julu Immortal, the talent of the three festivals in swordsmanship will not be buried.
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