The young man looked Sang Ying up and down with great interest, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, I'm worthy of being my apprentice." The other party said to himself.

Sang Ying couldn't see how high the person in front of her was, but she could guess that she dared to move in Wandaosheng so openly. She was probably an elder in the sect.

She spoke cautiously: "I don't know what the senior calls me?"

The young man shook his fan: "My name is Jiulian, and his Taoist name is Pojun. As for you, I will call me 'Master'."

Sang Ying was stunned. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a strong wind blowing, blowing her head and eyes dizzy.

After her eyes cleared, she found herself sitting on a fan-shaped magic weapon with ethereal clouds on her hands.

A monk named Jiulian sat upright in front of her and said, "Good disciple, follow my master and go and see our Xiaoyao Peak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic weapon under him suddenly exerted force and flew towards a mountain in the distance, without giving Sang Ying a chance to refuse.

So, when Elder Xiao spent a lot of effort to teach a lesson to the disobedient junior and junior sisters and prepare to open the door to welcome the new disciples.

As soon as the door was pushed, Elder Xiao's gentle smile froze on his face.

"Where is your chief?!" Elder Xiao asked, pointing to the vacant position.

The new disciple who witnessed the whole process of being abducted by the first name paused and gave an answer that almost made Elder Xiao faint: "I was taken away by a senior with the Taoist name Pojun..."

I recalled the red figure that seemed to have disappeared out of thin air in the hall, and then looked back at the empty chair.

Elder Xiao helped his forehead, and he felt that he should have guessed why the people in the hall were fighting.

Seeing that the new disciples in front of him seemed to be frightened by his ugly expression, Elder Xiao quickly restrained his momentum and tried to look gentle, but it was still a little bad:

"No, that's also an elder of our Wan Daosheng. Maybe there is something to tell your chief. Although Sang Ying is not here, the election meeting will continue. Come in first."

"When you choose Master, you will be considered to be my disciples of Wan Daosheng in the future!"

The door, full of solemnity in the eyes of the new disciples, slowly opened, and the seven elders sitting in the head appeared in the eyes of everyone.

They seemed to be full of glory, with the majesty they dare not look directly at.

The new disciples stepped across the threshold of the hall, as if from this moment onwards, they also walked towards another road that was completely different from before.

The elders of Wan Daosheng have different ways of essence. Although they cannot take all their disciples into their pockets, most of the people with talents or specialties have become personal disciples.

Even if he did not become a personal disciple, he successfully entered the peak he loved.

Lan Fusheng entered the Mengchuan Peak of Elder Yinxiu without any surprise, Dong Fuzhu entered the San Miao Peak of Dharma Cultivation, and Bai Kejin joined the disciple of Elder Jianxiu...

As for Sang Ying, the top name, she was now forced to visit this Xiaoyao Peak under the leadership of Jiulian.

Because the new leader of the peak has a strange personality, there are basically no people on Xiaoyao Peak except for some spiritual plants.

But in such a deserted place, many low-level spirit beasts were raised and a large main hall was built.

It happened that Jiulian was taking Sang Ying to his main hall at this time, and led Sang Ying into a very delicate and fresh house with great enthusiasm.

"Come on, good disciple, look at the house you specially prepared for you!" He seemed to be in great interest and pulled Sang Ying to explain many of the items in the house.

It’s a pity that Sang Ying is destined to let down his enthusiasm. She rejected Jiulian’s hand, her expression full of strange politeness: “Senior, my disciple has not attended the Master Selection Conference, nor has he ever performed the apprenticeship ceremony.

.The candidate has not yet been decided to become a disciple."

Jiulian didn't care about this: "It doesn't matter if there was no master in the past, but from today on, you will have it!"

The sleeves embroidered with dark patterns swept across Sang Ying, and a set of tables and chairs were added in the house.

Sang Ying raised her eyes again and saw Jiulian sitting on the chair with a rare posture, and there was a cup of steaming spirit tea on the low table next to her.

The elder in red smiled and his eyes fluttered: "I am now at least five hundred years old, and my cultivation has reached the point of leaving my body. He is the master of Wandaosheng Xiaoyao Peak and one of the elders of this sect. I still have no disciples,

If you worship me as your teacher, you will be the only disciple of my Xiaoyao Peak. After a hundred years, the entire Xiaoyao Peak will be yours!"

He tried his best to seduce this young man who is extremely destined to be with him, and even worried that he would not have enough chips, and said:

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I am the youngest out-of-body venerable in Wan Daosheng's history. It can be said that no one in Wan Daosheng knows promotion better than me!"

"In this way, can I be your master?"

Not to mention anything else, just in terms of the speed of cultivation, no one in the entire Wandaosheng can compare to Jiulian. But whoever does not make Elder Xiao worry the most will naturally be the youngest peak master.

With such a great temptation in front of him, the other party still has the power to fight Gu Huaiwei.

Not to mention Sang Ying, even Gu Shu couldn't help but speak: "Promise him! You won't take advantage of the bastard!"

Sang Ying's lips buzzed, but she still bowed to Jiulian: "The senior's love makes me very happy, but I still want to tell you about it."

Jiulian raised her chin with one hand and looked at her ears.

"I am a monk from the Lilan Realm. He was originally a disciple of Liuguang Sword Sect. He once worshipped a venerable from the out-of-body stage as his master, but now we have become strangers."

When he said that last sentence, Sang Ying's tone was inevitably much harder.

A powerful man in the out-of-body stage extended an olive branch to him, and even promised that he would only have his own disciple. This made Sang Ying, who had never been favored for many years, couldn't help but be moved.

But she knew very well that even though she unilaterally cut off the master-apprentice relationship with Gu Huaiwei, the fact that they were master-apprentice could not be denied.

She didn't want to deceive Jiulian because some things would be exposed sooner or later.

"So, you still have some nostalgia for your previous master?" Jiulian asked.

Sang Ying shook her head quickly: "It's not the case. I and that person are already as powerful as water and fire."

Jiulian's expression relaxed when she heard this, and a smile immediately appeared on her face: "That's good. My master thought you still miss that person in your heart, and thought about how to do better than the other party to win over the hearts of his disciples.

.It seems that I don’t have to worry about these things.”

The Venerable in Red smiled and surprised Sang Ying.

"Senior, don't you ask me why I broke up with my former master?" She thought the other party should be curious about these things at least.

But to her surprise, Jiulian didn't care about these things at all: "I don't like to judge others by their past relationships, I only look at what you look like now. I just need to know that I really hope to accept you as my disciple."

The young people seemed to coincide with Gu Huaiwei in a trance. They were the same handsome and extraordinary, and they also had powerful power at a young age.

But the latter's eyes never fell on himself, while the former's firm words fell on Sang Ying's heart.

She closed her eyes and hid the memories of the past deeply in her heart.

The teacup on the low table was raised by her and respectfully handed it to the young man.

She said: "Disciple, pay homage to Master!"

This is a similar but not similar sentence. She was once suppressed and bowed down, but now she is willing to do so.

Looking at the red-clothed venerable in front of him reaching out to take the teacup he offered, his eyes full of joy. Sang Ying unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, maybe everything would become different.

She thought so.

However, what Sang Ying didn't know was that the moment Jiulian took the cup of apprenticeship tea, the white-clothed immortal, who was rushed to an unknown place by a black undercurrent, seemed to have sensed something and frowned slightly.

His struggle was soon overwhelmed by the strong demonic energy, and his broken dantian was eroded by the demonic energy again, and he still couldn't wake up.


Chapter completed!