Suddenly, in a small circle in the distance, someone waved to Niu Deng hard.

Niu Deng immediately responded and smiled happily. He looked back at Mo Bei and others, and immediately had a choice!

He said goodbye to Mo Bei: "Brother Mo Bei, I have met a few acquaintances, so let's go first! See you when we enter Taixu Sect!"

"See you goodbye if you are destined to be!" Mo Bei nodded.

As he said that, Niu Deng ran towards the boys who were waving to him.

At this time, Ye Qinghong's voice pulled back Mo Bei's gaze from afar. She then pointed to a not far away and said, "Brother Mo Bei, look over there!"

Mo Bei and the others looked at her gesture, and a beautiful figure suddenly came into their eyes in the crowd.

The black hair fluttered in the wind, and the black eyes that were as dark as ink, emitting a hint of coldness and arrogance, and a coldness that kept people from thousands of miles away without any pretentiousness.

Ice sculpture man.

Carrying a three-foot blue sword, it makes a faint sound, keeps chanting, showing a hint of murderous intent from time to time!

She stood there quietly, neither anxious nor impatient, with a light expression.

The young men who surrounded the side to show their attentiveness were shocked by this cold temperament and did not dare to chat with her easily. They subconsciously withdrew one or two feet away.

Even though this figure is in the crowd, it is particularly beautiful and conspicuous.

Outstanding the crowd!

Mo Bei even forgot to look at her cheeks.

The indifference that transcends the world and the coldness of arrogance invisibly exudes a hint of murderous intent, and the two are incompatible temperaments.

However, the coldness in the murderous intent is intertwined with the coldness in the arrogance. It coexists in this beautiful figure, but it seems natural and extremely conspicuous. It allows people to discover her existence at a glance among millions of people.

It comes out of the mud without being stained, and is washed in the clear water without being charming.

It's the best evaluation of her.

I think this lonely and cold temperament must have a beautiful face.

Around the beautiful figure in red, there were many women surrounded by them, talking and laughing, and bursts of giggles came from time to time.

These women suddenly appeared while fighting, which was very eye-catching.

"This," Ye Qinghong's cheeks burst out with a hint of pride and a little pride: "She is the proud disciple of our Taixu Sect, Ye Qingshuang!"

"Ye Qingshuang?" Mo Bei murmured to himself, looking at the beautiful figure in the blood-clothed clothes, his eyes flashed from time to time, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Disciple? A disciple of Taixu Sect? Could it be that she has been accepted as a disciple by Taixu Sect? Then why are she among the people waiting to be tested?" Long Haotian asked curiously.

"Yes!" Ye Qinghong changed the rabbit to lightly hold it with her right hand, raised her thumbs up with her left hand, and spread her teeth and claws. The unconcealed pride on her face became more and more obvious:

"Well, she is naturally not a formal disciple now. However, this assessment is simply a pediatric and easy thing for Sister Qingshuang!"

"I'm afraid, her background is not simple." Mo Bei suddenly spoke.

"Uh..." Ye Qinghong looked at Mo Bei in surprise, nodded, and raised her delicate chin slightly: "That... That's right! Sister Qingshuang, it's a family of Yixiang!

The so-called Yixiang family is the descendant family of Ye Shenyi, the founding ancestor of Taixu Sect!

Her high-profile existence, and grandpas have praised Sister Qingshuang for her understanding of sword intent since she was a child. She calls her second, and no one dares to be the first!"

"But..." Ye Qinghong changed her tone, her tone was a little low, with a hint of loneliness: "I am much worse than Sister Qingshuang..."

Ye Qingshuang, Ye Qinghong...

Mo Bei looked at Ye Qinghong and then at the beautiful figure in the distance, nodding thoughtfully, as if he understood something.

"Tsk tsk, so many disciples of aristocratic families have been decided by the public anyway, so why should I pretend to take the assessment? What else can I pass!"

Long Haotian was originally quite proud because he was a child of the Seventy-Two Rats family. But after Ye Qinghong said this, he suddenly felt that he took himself too seriously and his tone was so sour.

Ye Qinghong couldn't hear what he meant and said with a clear look on his fingers: "Not only that, there are many powerful disciples this time."

"This time, Taixu Sect recruited disciples, and about 4,000 people came. One thousand people were disciples of the immortal cultivation family on the mountain of Taixu Sect. Two thousand people were disciples of wealthy families who controlled various major countries. One thousand people were grassroots among the people and elite talents discovered by Taixu Sect.

You should know that among the thirty-one countries controlled by Taixu Sect, there are spies in all major martial arts halls."

"Li Jiyue, Sun Zhongyan, Chen Yubi, Chen Jiuchou, Wang Lie, Zhang Xinghuan, Liu Qinghe, and Liu Yuheng are all rare geniuses."

Ye Qing moistened her throat and pointed at Fang Luoyou. Chen Qingzhu continued:

"They are two, with Sister Qingshuang and Ji Wubing, but they are peerless geniuses that Taixu Sect has rarely met in a century!" Ye Qinghong waved her small fist hard, and a hot light emitted from her bright eyes, and she said loudly: "It's really a battle between dragons and tigers!"

"But..." Ye Qinghong looked at Mo Bei again, and the hot light in her eyes turned into worship: "My brother Mo Bei is not bad either!"

Mo Bei shook his head with a wry smile, not saying anything. However, Ye Qinghong's words were recalled in his head.

One thousand folk grassroots.

I think I'm one of them.

but……

The disciples of the aristocratic family may be very strong! But the immortal way emphasizes the fate of immortality, relying on personal efforts, not secular status!

I must practice this Taixu Qi!

Suddenly, a girl from Ye Qingshuang saw Ye Qinghong and someone shouted:

"Qinghong, Qinghong, come here!"

"Ah," Ye Qinghong hesitated for a moment, but when she saw Ye Qingshuang's gaze and looked at her, she said, "Brother Mo Bei, I haven't seen Sister Qingshuang for a long time. Let's say hello to them first, and come to find you later!"

As he said that, Ye Qinghong shouted at Ye Qingshuang and others, ran over and got into a group of eye-catching girls.

Ye Qinghong pointed at Mo Bei from time to time, and was furious and didn't know what he was saying.

Ye Qingshuang subconsciously glanced at Mo Bei, and the indifference and arrogance in her eyes were obvious.

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: This woman is really arrogant.

"Tsk tsk, I thought that cultivating immortals requires cutting off the dust and living a life that is not close to women." Long Haotian also stared at Ye Qingshuang, licked his lips, rubbed his palms, and smiled excitedly on his face:

"I didn't want to come... Now... hehe, I almost missed such a good opportunity... Compared with these women who practice immortality, the so-called beauty in the world is simply unbearable!"

Mo Bei rolled his eyes and interrupted, "They are all gone, why don't you leave?"

Long Haotian turned his head and looked at Mo Bei blankly; the smirk on his face gradually subsided, and replaced by extremely seriousness. After a while, he said: "I won't leave. I know you have the strength, so I want to follow you."

"Follow me?" Mo Bei's expression became a little weird.

"That's right." Long Haotian nodded and said seriously: "My ancestor of the Long family was just an ordinary Qi-refining cultivator more than a hundred years ago.

But it was precisely because of chance that I met the Golden Elixir Cultivator, and served him for decades instead of being a cow and a horse. The Golden Elixir Cultivator finally turned the elixir into a baby! The ancestor of my Long family led the entire family to rise."

"It's just a pity-" Long Haotian changed his tone and his eyes became dim: "My Long family has a bad foundation and there are not many talented disciples.

Therefore, after the death of the ancestor, no foundation-building monk was born. As long as there is a foundation-building monk, my Long family will never stop at the seventy-two rats and be promoted to thirty-six dogs!"

"You can say that my Long family has a wise eye, or that my Long family takes advantage of the opportunity, and one person can achieve the right path, and the chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven. But..." Long Haotian said loudly:

"My grandfather said to me, "I don't care who you are, but who you are, as long as you find a good person, you can prosper and develop with a backer!"

This is the case in this world, and my lifelong goal is to revitalize the family! Promote the family to thirty-six dogs, or even the Seven Niu Family!”

"So!" Long Haotian clenched his fists hard and looked at Mo Bei with a burning look: "I chose you, I know you have this strength! One day, you will surely soar into the sky!

There are countless followers around those geniuses, and it is my turn? I am willing to be your follower!"

"You are so sure, just have so much confidence in me?" Mo Bei was a little amused.

"I believe in my own vision!" Long Haotian took three steps back, clasped his fists, and bowed to Mo Bei solemnly: "From now, you will be my leader! I will be your follower. If you ask me to go east, I will never go west. If you ask me to beat a dog, I will never chase chickens!"

Looking at Long Haotian, Mo Bei smiled.

"I don't know anything about this Taixu Sect. As a child of the Seventy-Two Rats, Long Haotian should know more than me. If he accepts him, he can save a lot of trouble in the future."

"Okay." Mo Bei swallowed speechlessly. Looking at Long Haotian's solemn and firm appearance, he had to agree.

Some people are willing to be younger brothers, and Mo Bei will not refuse such good things.

Looking at these disciples here, Mo Bei gradually discovered the difference between them.

The more than a thousand disciples of the Taixu Sect's immortal cultivation family rarely carried iron cages. They had a strange black cloth bag around their waists, which should be the legendary spirit beast bag. And the more than two thousand disciples of the wealthy family were carrying iron cages, iron boxes, and wooden cages, containing all kinds of birds and beasts.

And more than a thousand grassroots disciples are as empty-handed as themselves!

Suddenly, an old man shouted coldly, interrupting Mo Bei's thoughts.

"Everyone, come with me! Those who fall behind will be disqualified from the assessment!" As he said that, the old man turned his head and walked forward regardless of whether Mo Bei and others followed.

Mo Bei and others were shocked and rushed to chase after him. They followed the old man through the bustling crowd and came to a sword training platform somewhere at the foot of the mountain.

In the center of this platform, a majestic stone sword that is more than a hundred feet long and three feet wide stands!

This sword is very old. After years of wind and sun, the hilt of the sword has turned slightly yellow. It is inserted into this vast land, exuding a vast aura, making people feel as humble and small as an ant in their hearts.

A few big words with flying dragons and phoenixes on the hilt of the sword are carved, and a few extremely domineering words - Wujiantai!
Chapter completed!