"Next, Xu Xuan."

Venerable Linghui outlined the booklet twice, raised his eyes and swept through the bustling crowd.

There was still noisy in the square, but no one came out, and no one raised his hand to reply.

"Xu Xuan?"

Venerable Linghui raised his voice and called again, but no one answered.

He frowned slightly and used his spiritual power to ensure that the sound could reach everyone in the square. "My friend Xu Xuan, have you come to join the Immortal Gate?"

“…”

Still no one answered.

Venerable Linghui stretched out his hand and outlined it on the booklet twice, "My friend Xu Xuan abstained."

"Next, Song Xiaoyao."

The square, which was still very quiet just now, suddenly became lively again.

"Song Xiaoyao? If I remember correctly, the only one who dares to call this name in Zhongzhou is that freak, right?"

"Is it the Song Xiaoyao who bravely entered the Nether Sea three months ago?"

"That Song Xiaoyao who has turned the Netherworld Sea upside down? Oh my God! Does a god like him still need to compete with us for the quota of the Immortal Gate?"

"It should be him. Youminghai directly wanted him. Who dares to call this name?"

"I really died young. The first person to ascend the Immortal Sect was the earth-level spiritual roots, and the second person to ascend the Immortal Sect became famous at a young age. Why are there so many talents in this generation of ascend the Immortal Sect?"

"Hey, what are you squeezing!"

"The person is calling Song Xiaoyao. Did you hear it awkward? How could you be Song Xiaoyao like a little chick?"

The boy in linen clothes, who had just walked out of the crowd, raised his eyes coldly, glanced at the person talking from the black hat, and then stood up and landed on the test bench.

"He...he is really Song Xiaoyao?"

"hiss--"

In an instant, the test spirit stone emitted a white light that was even more dazzling than before, and a big word "天" appeared above the spirit stone.

"Song Xiaoyao, Earth-level spiritual root."

Venerable Linghui nodded, raised his hand and outlined two strokes on the booklet.

He nodded to Song Xiaoyao and said in a gentle voice: "My friend, which venerable do you want to join?"

Song Xiaoyao?

Isn’t this an important male supporting role who appeared in the later stage of the original work?

Ning Zhao suddenly widened his eyes and looked up at the test bench.

This male supporting role is just now, and she doesn't know what he looks like!

The man on the test bench was wearing a linen dress and a black gauze hat. He looked extremely thin and shrouded in thick fabric. There seemed to be only a thin layer of flesh attached to the bones. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down.

"Hey...what is on his face?"

"How could there be such a big scar?"

Ning Zhao's eyes moved to Song Xiaoyao's face, and the wind lifted his hat.

Only then did she realize that the complexion of Song Xiaoyao's face was different from other body parts.

His exposed wrist was extremely white, like the one that had just been dug out of the soil for three days and three nights. The neck exposed in his hat was also extremely white, only the skin on his face was different from other places, and it looked very abrupt and strange.

There was a purple-red scar on his face, maybe it was burned by the fire, or maybe it was a rash, and the whole piece almost covered the entire face, looking a little scary.

"Does it look good?"

"ah?"

Hearing Chu Yu's resentful tone beside him, Ning Zhao reacted. She looked sideways. The boy's face was aggrieved, and his dark eyes stared at her without blinking, with some water in his eyes.

"He looks good or me?"

Chu Yu almost subconsciously asked this question. He didn't notice Song Xiaoyao's hat being lifted by the wind, nor did he notice his strange skin color, and only thought that Ning Zhao was fascinated by him.

Ning Zhao blinked his eyes twice and finally realized.

She heard it right, just now, the cub asked her, who is better?

Why is it so similar to "Who is beautiful, I or Mr. Xu?"

Is this... jealous?

Chu Yu thought about what Qiankun told him a few days ago, and said, "Is he so good-looking? I can't help but see Xiaohe being addicted to his face. Now I'm not happy to even take care of me?"

"I just knew that I could not compare to anyone, and no one would always like me..."

Xiaowogua: Hete, Little Green Tea, look at the sword!

Ning Zhao:???

OK, this is really jealous.

She swears, she just looked at it curiously, she is a big good girl!

Ning Zhao gently pulled Chu Yu's sleeve, "I don't..."

"I just looked at him curiously. If you say this, then look at Junior Sister Yin, should I be jealous and angry, and I will be jealous of you and Junior Sister Yin?"

Unexpectedly, Chu Yu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I listen to Xiaohe, don't look at Junior Sister Yin."

Ning Zhao:...

Cub, my cub, is our point of viewing Junior Sister Yin?

The point we are...is jealous.

"Your disciple."

A hoarse voice brought Ning Zhao's thoughts back on track.

Song Xiaoyao is still standing on the test bench.

Ning Zhao looked around on tiptoe, only to see Song Xiaoyao holding a broken bamboo pole in his arms was very arrogant. Judging from his meaning, he seemed to want to worship the disciple of Venerable Linghui?

“…”

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

The major leaders sitting on the platform hesitated for a moment, but Venerable Lingyue coughed lightly to explain to Venerable Linghui.

"Little Friend Song, Venerable Linghui will not accept disciples."

"Do you look at other venerables?"

Song Xiaoyao turned sideways slightly, and did not put on the Literary Lingyue. Instead, he looked at the white-haired Literary Linghui in front of him through the hat, and asked coldly: "Why?"

Venerable Linghui touched his long beard, sighed lightly, and said with a smile: "The disciples are not many, but they are two disciples, Azhao and Xiaoyu, which is enough."

"But, didn't your eldest disciple die three years ago?"

Song Xiaoyao shook his head in confusion, and his voice came from the veil, "Your little disciple, injured his fellow disciple, was expelled from the Spirit Sword Sect."

"Do you think I don't have the root of the heavenly spirit and don't have enough talent, so I don't want to accept me as my apprentice?"

He pointed the ground with a bamboo pole, ignoring the expressions of the masters eating melons and the increasingly stiff expressions of Venerable Lingyue, and continued: "My ability is not worse than that of the heavenly-level spiritual root cultivator. I heard that your two disciples were the first ones in the Immortal Sect, and I can be."

"Among the Venerables present, I only like you as your master."

Ning Zhao and Chu Yu who were just Q&A:...

The increasingly blue-faced Venerable Lingyue:...

Other leaders who were inexplicably Q&A when eating melons and watching dramas:...

This guy, how weird he is speaking, he feels like he is being fucked by someone in his brain stem.

Is this...alternative language art?

Venerable Lingyue coughed twice and fulfilled Song Xiaoyao's words. "Although Azhao died of an accident, she is still my disciple. Xiaoyu was not expelled from the master's sect, he just went down the mountain to travel."

"My friend Song, in fact, in my opinion, with your strength, you don't need to ascend to the Immortal Sect again. We old guys have nothing to teach you."

Song Xiaoyao nodded and agreed: "I thought about it carefully, you are right."
Chapter completed!