He looked at the elder on the high platform with burning eyes, and saw that the elder's hand gently gathered into three words, and Lu Qingye's name also appeared in the void for everyone to see.
Lu Qingye couldn't help but straighten his back.
The joy in her heart at this moment made her have the urge to share it with them.
She immediately thought of Mr. Lu.
At this moment, there was a rare absence of sadness in her heart. She thought that if her grandfather could see her performance today, he would be as happy as she is.
After the competition between the Qi-training monks, it’s the Foundation-building monks’ competition, and finally it’s the Golden elixir monks’ competition.
But before that, everyone understood that there was still one important thing to do.
The disciples who performed well could not help but look at the high platform expectantly.
In previous competitions, there were elder peak masters who accepted disciples.
This is also the part they are most looking forward to.
Lu Qingye couldn't help but look at the powerful people above him.
In fact, she had heard some rumors about herself, which naturally included the matter of accepting a disciple.
She had also imagined that she would be able to become a disciple of a powerful master in the future.
I can receive his protection and guidance, and I will no longer be bullied at will.
But during the three years of practice, she learned many things, one of which was self-improvement.
It is good to have a good master, but more importantly, you need to become strong yourself.
But I understand, but I still expect it in my heart.
Seeing that this stage was finally reached, Song Qingwu immediately stepped away.
It's just that she is fast, but there are people faster than her.
Seeing the voice in front of him, Song Qingwu was a little stunned.
Her nine-confucian senior brother, who had always been rigid and polite, actually rushed out like that?
What about his rules and procedures?
Jiuru's old face also had a rare blush.
He did not look back at the faces of his fellow apprentices. Sometimes he had to admit that Song Qingwu and Fu Yichen's adaptability made sense.
Lu Qingye performed very well. He was not blind and did not see their burning gazes.
These days, good disciples have to fight for themselves.
True Lord Liu Qing almost laughed out loud, but in the end he held it back.
He believed that as long as he smiled like this, Senior Brother Jiuru would lose face and would have to have a good talk with him later.
Senior Brother Jiuru is the eldest senior brother of their generation, and they are usually quite courteous.
It’s just that sometimes I just can’t stand his rigid character and preaching.
Cheng Yuyuan stood at the forefront. He thought he performed very well in this competition.
As the third qi training disciple, he also has the support of the Cheng family.
He believed that he could win the favor of some elder peak masters and become his disciple.
But his eyes were not on those Jindan elders and the unprestigious elder peak masters.
His target is very clear, Jiuru Zhenjun, the master of Lingyang Peak, one of the five main peaks.
This old true king is quite prestigious in both Shangyao Sect and Qingxuan Immortal Cultivation World.
This is also the Cheng family's goal.
The Nine Confucian Masters' attainments in spiritual cultivation are among the best in the entire world of immortality.
The foundation of Lingyang Peak is even more profound.
Therefore, when Cheng Yuyuan saw the figure of True Lord Nine Confucians, he was excited.
There are many disciples like him.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at the Nine Confucians.
However, when Cheng Yuyuan saw the Nine Confucian Masters passing by him, his expression suddenly changed.
"Nine Confucian True Lords..."
He spoke subconsciously.
The Nine Confucian Masters also subconsciously stopped and looked back at him.
Cheng Yuyuan's eyes were full of hope. He longed to be accepted by the Nine Confucian Masters as his chief disciple.
Jiuru knew Cheng Yuyuan, a young genius of the Cheng family. In fact, many elders of Shangyao Sect knew him.
He had also made him one of the objects of observation before, but unfortunately, Lu Qingye moved his heart even more.
No longer looking at Cheng Yuyuan, Jiuru turned around again, and Cheng Yuyuan's face turned pale little by little.
He knew what this meant, and the hands under his sleeves couldn't help but clenched a little bit.
Mingming had received news before that the Nine Confucian Masters were also very optimistic about him...
Jiuru walked towards Lu Qingye full of excitement, but due to the delay just now, Fu Yichen took the lead.
"Lu Qingye, are you willing to become my teacher?"
Hearing the questioning, Lu Qingye looked subconsciously and saw a tall male cultivator standing in front of him.
The male cultivator was wearing a robe unique to the sect's Yuanying True Lord, carrying a giant sword behind his back and holding a wine gourd in his arms.
He has a handsome face, a slender figure, an extraordinary temperament, and is arrogant and unruly with a bit of freedom and wantonness. His aura was intimidating, and he didn't dare to look any further.
Lu Qingye had seen this person from the sect's elder album. He was the genius Yuanying elder of Xiaoyao Peak, one of the five main peaks. He was also the direct younger brother of the head of the sect, Zhenjun Lefeng, Zhenjun Fu Yichen.
Lu Qingye's heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and his breathing became rapid.
Of course she would be moved by such a master.
Just as he was about to speak, Lord Nine Confucians had already rushed over.
"Wait!"
Jiuru's face was a little distorted. Looking at the human-like Fu Yichen, he almost broke his silver teeth.
It's this kid again!
He even doubted whether Fu Yichen did it on purpose.
But regardless of whether Fu Yichen did it on purpose or not, Lu Qingye was determined to accept him!
Lu Qingye's Thunder Wood Spiritual Root aptitude is outstanding. It is rare to encounter mutant spiritual roots in the world of immortality, and the purity of the root value is excellent. He himself has Thunder Water Spiritual Root. In his opinion, Lu Qingye is simply a tailor-made disciple for him.
It is more suitable for him than Gu Qingchen's wind spirit root.
Gu Qingchen, who came with Fu Yichen, couldn't help but look away.
Fu Yichen looked at the somewhat angry Jiuru and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Senior Brother Jiuru."
If Jiuru hadn't been concerned that there were many disciples watching, he would have wanted to tell Fu Yichen not to call him senior brother.
But he was still angry, but he had not lost his mind over it.
Jiuru turned to look at Lu Qingye.
"Lu Qingye, I have been observing you for a long time and found that you have extraordinary qualifications, excellent understanding, and good nature. Moreover, you have Thunderwood Spirit Root, which is very suitable for the main system of my Lingyang Peak. If you enter my Lingyang Peak, you will become My chief disciple, I will try my best to teach you. Your qualifications are very suitable for spiritual cultivation. If you join my Lingyang Peak, you will be able to unleash your outstanding talent and potential. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
Jiuru was unusually nervous.
He has been looking for a disciple for many years, but has never found one suitable to pass on the mantle. Now that he has finally met one, he doesn't want to miss it again.
Song Qingwu, who arrived late, also spoke quickly.
"Wait a moment!"
The anger of Jiuru was visible to Fu Yichen and Song Qingwu.
An apologetic smile appeared on Song Qingwu's face.
"Senior Brother Jiuru, I'm sorry. I like this little girl very much. Ahem, Lu Qingye, I am the master of Yijian Peak. Are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"
