From Yang An's quiet action to the death of Yuxiang Taoist, the whole process did not even take more than one breath.

Looking at this slightly thin and handsome young man, who would have thought that he was so vicious and decisive, and he took action without any hesitation, just like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, suddenly a fatal blow.

Even they didn't react, and the Yuxiang Taoist had already suffered consecutive blows and died.

Too cruel!

Everyone originally thought they could see a very fierce battle, and the two sides could do everything they could to survive.

After all, this is the rule that Mr. Minghe has always been. On the surface, it is a banquet for new disciples, but in fact it is a test for new disciples.

Anyone who offended Old Man Minghe would get the only chance to be forgiven at this banquet.

That is, when the old man Minghe takes his new disciples to hold a disciple-apprentice banquet, he can get the forgiveness of the old man Minghe and write it off in the past.

If you don’t come here on your own initiative, the apprenticeship banquet will continue as usual, but no one will know what the old man Minghe will do in the future.

Although the Minghe Sect has been relatively quiet in recent years, many sects in Hanzhou have gradually flourished, and are much bigger than the name of the Minghe Sect.

But the Minghe Sect has never been famous for its sect reputation. The only one who can make everyone afraid of is the old man Minghe.

In the eyes of everyone, this old guy is just a cruel madman and can do anything.

He wouldn't pay any attention to you if you could offend his disciples or even kill them.

But you cannot offend him for matters related to him, and you will not seize the opportunity to apologize as soon as possible, otherwise you will be retaliated by this guy to the point of being retaliated.

A silly young man once did this, and the end result was that more than 140 monks from the entire mountain gate were buried in a sea of ​​fire, and no one was spared.

So this is actually a bloody lesson, so that everyone is so familiar with the rules of Mr. Minghe.

In fact, before Yang An, four new disciples who held a banquet of apprentices died in the hands of others. The previous monks easily obtained the forgiveness of the old man Minghe.

But no one expected that Taoist Yuxiang would be so unlucky. When he met such a sinister and cunning guy, his cruelty was almost as fierce as that of Old Man Minghe.

He didn't even give him a chance to breathe, so he was decisive and left no room for action. He was a desperate move.

The Taoist Yuxiang is so pitiful.

But then again, such a vicious guy is indeed suitable to be a disciple of Old Man Minghe.

They are all the same, and the jackals, tigers and leopards are simply too good!

If Yang An knew what these guys were thinking, I wonder what they would feel, but now he is quietly waiting for the reply from Old Man Minghe.

After killing the Yuxiang Taoist, he raised the tea in his hand again and had already breathed a breath.

Old Man Minghe stared at him, silent, and his sharp eyes made Yang An wonder in his heart.

But when he thought that he did not have any bad rules, he did it because of what this old guy said. This cannot be considered a sneak attack, at most it is just a quicker attack.

Thinking of this, he also had the confidence and held it up.

You just say whether you drink it or not?

The Jinyang Pavilion was silent for two seconds, and suddenly two completely different laughters suddenly resounded.

Old Man Minghe laughed and was very happy, as if he was quite satisfied with Yang An's performance.

The crane head above his shoulder was also laughing wildly, looking at Yang An meaningfully. His laughter was obviously different from usual weirdness, but it seemed like a surprise and an accident.

"Okay, okay! I am worthy of being a disciple I like, I am very satisfied with my teacher!"

"From today on, you will be the true disciple of the master, the Thirteenth Young Master of the Life He Sect!"

After saying that, he took the tea offered by Yang An and drank it all in one go.

The laughter of Hetou next to him suddenly stopped abruptly, and then he looked at the old man Minghe with anger and cursed.

"You old guy! I am also his master. What do I drink after you drink all the tea? Don't you take me seriously?"

Yang An: “…”

Seeing this attitude, Hetou might be able to fuck with the old man Minghe on the spot in anger.

Yang An reacted very quickly and immediately poured another cup of tea, served it respectfully to Hetou, and called Master again.

Anyway, it’s also true to worship one, and it’s also true to worship two. These two old guys are the same.

Seeing Yang An so agile, Hetou immediately squinted his eyes and showed a smile on his face, sucking water like a dragon sucking all the tea in the cup.

"A clever boy! Not bad! You're going to be more trouble than these trash guys. If they bully you in the future, I can help you eat them!"

His eyes swept across the disciples in front of him, which immediately made Yang An's heart shudder.

He was afraid that what the old guy said was true, but he was also afraid that what the old guy said was false.

He didn't dare to say anything, for fear of offending everyone on both sides, Yang An silently retreated.

Since the old guy has had tea, the process has basically been completed at this time, and the next step is to start the meal.

Since it is a banquet for apprenticeship, there must be a banquet.

But when she thought of this, Yang An couldn't help but look at the second senior brother Fu Ming next to her, thinking about something else.

There are no boys or servants in the Minghe Gate, only some corpse slaves. Even his meals are made by corpse slaves. I don’t know how the second senior brother arranged the dishes at the banquet?

Could it be that the corpse slaves have to perform?

In this way, can these monks from all walks of life get used to the taste of the big pot rice?

When Yang An almost couldn't hold back when he thought of these monks sitting around the table and eating a big pot of rice.

I dare not think or think.

Anyway, the next thing should have nothing to do with him, it depends on how they arranged it.

At this time, the second senior brother Fu Ming really stood up and received a gesture from the old man Minghe. He immediately spoke seriously and loudly:

"Thank you, seniors, come from afar to testify this. Now that the courtesy is completed, I have another new disciple in my life!

Then, my seniors, let’s get on the table!"

Here comes!

Yang An looked at the entrance of Jinyang Pavilion curiously, wanting to see how the second senior brother arranged it.

But when the second senior brother Fu Ming finished speaking, the monks at the table below did not see anyone sitting down, waiting for the food to serve. Instead, they all seemed to have prepared themselves and reached out to their respective storage magic tools.

The next second, when Yang An was stunned when he saw the actions of these monks.

"Congratulations to Hemen for his order to accept the noble disciples. In the Jinfengling Mountains, Shiquan Taoist specially presented a pot of silt dragon spirit spring to the Thirteenth Young Master. Please taste it!"

A young and handsome man opened his mouth first, took out a pot from the magic weapon, and then bowed to Yang An.

"Congratulations to Senior Immortal He for his delight in accepting the noble disciples. At Xiayuan Mountain Gate, Taoist Quanji specially presented a wonderful spiritual object, blood monkey fruit to the Thirteenth Young Master. Please taste it!"

A monk took out a red-sized fruit with a fist size, and the surface of the fruit even carried a lot of sticky liquid.

"... I will bring the new young master the treasure of our sect - the blood-raising earth dragon silk to the young master, please!"

Some monks even took out several red soft objects that were intertwined with the size of thumbs. The thing was still crawling slowly in his hand, and it seemed that it was still alive.

“…”

Isn’t this apprenticeship banquet for them to start, but for me?!

Yang An watched these guys take out all kinds of strange things one after another, and then looked at him one after another. He couldn't help swallowing, his scalp became numb, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

But at this moment, someone behind him suddenly pressed his shoulder.

Yang An turned around and looked at it was the second senior brother Fu Ming.

Fu Ming showed a faint smile at this moment, and it seemed that even the complexion on his face improved a lot.

"Junior brother, go and try it. These are the thoughts of all seniors. Each one is a great spiritual object. You cannot let it down or waste it!"

“…”

Yang An was stunned, and then he realized that behind him, the other senior brothers and sisters were all looking at him, looking gloating.

The expression seemed to be saying: We all came here like this, so don’t be spared!

Even the old man Minghe and Hetou looked at him with a kind look on his face, and everything was silent.

He seemed to have no right to choose not to eat.
Chapter completed!