In the afternoon, Beitang Xianyu suddenly announced something.

In order to commend Qin Yufeng's heroic performance and contribution in the Destroyment of the Holy Fire Sect, the sect decided to hold a special "commendation meeting" tomorrow to give a reward.

At the same time, Beitang Xianyu also issued an order.

All disciples under the school must write a poem or ordinary sentence praising Qin Yufeng and present it in person.

Then Qin Yufeng will choose the best one.

Once selected, the sect will not only give generous rewards, but also allow this person to practice with Qin Yufeng.

Upon hearing this news, all the disciples of Tianxiu Sect were in a panic.

This is a god-given opportunity.

It doesn’t matter if you reward or not. If you can practice with Senior Brother Qin, then will it be popular in the future, drink spicy food and share the immortal fate.

Everyone understands that Qin Yufeng will become an immortal sooner or later.

Once an immortal becomes an immortal, those who follow him will definitely enjoy great favors, otherwise how can one be allowed to ascend to heaven?

How can you miss this opportunity?

For a moment, the disciples began to use their brains frantically, thinking about how to write a poem that touched Senior Brother Qin and win the favor of each other.

...

The next day, it was dawn.

One thousand six hundred and fifty disciples had already lined up in a winding dragon, waiting in front of the hall, holding the written hymns in their hands, with expectations on their faces.

In the hall, Qin Yufeng sat in front of the desk with a helpless expression on his face.

Until now, he didn't know what He Lingyu was going to do, what commendation meetings he held, and asked his disciples to write hymns, which made people speechless.

On the other side, in the compartment.

He Lingyu and Beitang Xianyu and several leaders sat on chairs, looking at the situation in the hall.

A special barrier is arranged here to hide their breath.

"I have done everything you should do as you ask. I hope you don't deliberately deceive us, and there will be no gains at that time."

Beitang Xianyu said lightly.

In front of her, there was a stack of disciples.

It records in detail the gender, name, age, current cultivation level, entry time, etc. of all disciples.

He Lingyu smiled and said, "If the head of Beitang doesn't trust me, then keep detaining me. Anyway, I have no obligation to help you."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

The phoenix eyes of Beitang are floating in the cold light.

He Lingyu giggled and gently stroked his slender fingers on his fair neck, "I've been through the gates of hell several times. Death? I've been used to it."

Beitang Xianyu snorted coldly, too lazy to argue with her, and said lightly: "Let's start."

The door is open.

The first person who came in was a female disciple.

It can be seen that she was very excited, her pretty face turned red, and the rice paper in her hand was wrinkled.

"Senior Brother Qin, I...I..."

Looking at the female disciple who couldn't speak because of her nervousness, Qin Yufeng signaled Xiao Xun next to him to take the paper in the other party's hand.

I glanced casually, it was nothing more than some admirational love words, and I like you so much.

Qin Yufeng pretended to be satisfied and walked up to hug the female disciple, "No, good, very well written, I'll give you a hug as a reward."

The female disciple's pretty face turned red.

My little head is dizzy.

After Qin Yufeng let go, he signaled Xiao Xun to take her away from the back door so that she would not contact the people queuing outside.

The second one is a male disciple.

I saw that the praise he wrote was: New chrysanthemums have never been picked, they only wait for those who are destined to be.

Looking at the affectionate eyes of the male disciple, Qin Yufeng felt nauseous and endured the nausea and hugged it for a while, encouraging it.

Beitang Xianyu and others also had their eyes twitching.

that's all,

Any disciples who come in, no matter how they write, Qin Yufeng will give him a hug to encourage him.

Some are passionate and unrestrained, some are implicit and restrained...

There was even a female disciple who presented a piece of white paper with nothing written on it.

When Qin Yufeng asked, she said, "My love for my senior brother is like this white piece of paper, and no thousand words can express my affection."

Qin Yufeng was too lazy to complain, so he gave him a hug, and the excited female disciple started crying on the spot.

Both above and below cried.

There are also many disciples who show their talents, sing songs, dance swords, show their body flexibility, and demonstrate several movements.

Qin Yufeng was a little dazed.

Is this a commendation meeting? Is this a Tianxiu Sect’s talent show good?

Before we knew it, only half of the disciples were left outside the hall.

The test continues.

"What is this? Hair?"

After opening the origami, Qin Yufeng also found a hair in it in addition to a small poem.

The beautiful female disciple in front of her showed her cheeks flushed and gave her a charming look, "Senior brother hates it, that's not hair, that's a gift from someone else, you know."

Qin Yufeng understands it in seconds.

He quickly picked up the teacup next to him and lowered the fire, stepped forward and gave him a hug.

Beitang Xianyu in the compartment covered her forehead.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have known that her disciples were so weird that she couldn't bear to look at them.

The other leaders also looked awkward.

I pretended to look around, trying to dilute some awkward and weird atmosphere.

Only what spiritual energy is-

Since the first disciple came in, her eyes have been fixed on the situation in the hall.

No slack at all.

Especially when Qin Yufeng hugged her, she stared at her tightly without blinking. She held a pen in her other hand and kept checking on the disciple list.

Time passes by minute by minute.

The sky also became dark.

The fading purple clouds hang faintly on the western peaks, indicating the arrival of night.

When the last disciple left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and felt exhausted. At this time, the sky outside had already been dotted with many bright stars.

"How is it, are there any gains?"

Beitang Xianyu looked at He Lingyu next to him and asked.

Although He Lingyu's face was beautiful, there was a lot of fatigue between her eyebrows. After all, her spirit was always tense and she did not relax at all.

Hearing Beitang Xianyu’s question, she handed over the list, pointed to the disciples who were selected, and said lightly: “If my intuition is right, the Holy Fire Master is among these 120 people.”

"Is this what you get?"

Beitang Xianyu frowned.

After working on it all day, it was the result. It felt like this woman had randomly selected some people.

Are you cheating on them?

He Lingyu leaned his head against the back of the chair and said tiredly: "It's already very good to pick one hundred and twenty people out of more than a thousand people, okay? It's better than finding a needle in a haystack.

Anyway, one of the disciples of these 20 people is dead, and now they are pretending to be the Lord of the Holy Fire. Believe it or not."

"How did you identify them just by a hug?"

Mo Jiansheng asked in confusion.

He Lingyu did not answer him and said lightly: "These 120 people have advanced and the second round of tests will start tomorrow."

"There is a second round?"

"Otherwise, you can't arrest all these disciples and question them one by one."
To be continued...