"Hey, what are you doing?"
Guan Xiaorou came over in a cowardly manner. Yang Yi looked at her and pursed her lips. After playing, she came to see herself, an old man who lives alone. Humph, I don’t want to care about you.
But she doesn't care about your mood, she smiles mischievously.
"Look over there."
As he spoke, he pointed his finger at a small group not far away, and Yang Yi looked in the direction pointed by his finger.
I saw a group of girls wearing black Mingshan Zongzong clothes and dresses coming in. Their delicate oval faces were painted with light makeup, their sleeves were fluttering in the wind, and their hair was dancing lightly.
Communication with various forces seemed natural and casual.
Holding a variety of fresh fruits in his hands, he would go to replenish them whenever he saw someone in need, chatting softly while doing so.
Many young talents are happy to talk to them.
Yang Yi turned his head away disdainfully.
"It's boring." He whispered again, "Not as beautiful as Sister Xiaoyu."
"Be careful if I complain, those are the best female disciples of the Ninth Elder of Mingshan Sect!"
Yang Yi just looked at the entrance to the small world and didn't want to talk to her.
Guan Xiaorou hummed uninterestedly and talked to herself.
"They are learning formations. They won't go on stage to compete later, but they will perform on stage!"
He also showed a yearning look as he spoke, and Yang Yi noticed it.
"Do you want to go on stage too?"
"Well, I thought about it when I was in high school, but I don't want to do it now."
He had a nostalgic look on his face, as if he was remembering his youth.
"High school! I remember I had a girlfriend when I was in high school. She seemed to want to perform on stage, but then I heard that she sang on stage in college."
He paused.
"I don't know what happened to her afterwards."
Guan Xiaorou gave him a strange look and didn't answer.
Old virgin, I still miss my first love!
Suddenly, Yang Yi's eyes lit up and he stood up with a cry.
Guan Xiaorou glanced at him with disdain and knew without even thinking that it was Chen Yu who was here.
Then he left without looking back.
I originally wanted to talk to him about the spiritual formation. After all, the female disciples in front were very easy to talk to, especially one of them named Ling Mingyu, who would be the future chief disciple under the Ninth Elder.
She has just started, so it is the best time to start a strategy. If you care about her in the past, you will probably have one more person in your harem in the future!
Moreover, Yang Yi himself has to learn the spirit formation, so growing up with her is the best way to practice!
It's a pity, I'm stupid and don't want this.
Guan Xiaorou cursed and left.
Ling Mingyu still looks weak now, carefully following several senior sisters and walking among many other sect disciples.
There are also many people who look at her weak and easy-to-talk look and want to have a good relationship with her, just in case they can get married!
So there were many people around her, and her senior sister just smiled and looked like she didn't want to help. Everyone was here like this, and they had to learn these things to deal with.
After all, the spiritual formation is easy to learn but not easy to become an immortal. They always have to find a way out for themselves.
But these things were already frightening her to the point of crying.
But soon, Guan Xiaorou came to rescue her.
The little girl grabbed the girl, who was in her ninth year and was much older than her, and left.
Of course Ling Mingyu knew this sect leader's close disciple, so he let her pull him away with a grateful look on his face.
Some young geniuses wanted to step forward to stop them, but some people who knew Guan Xiaorou stopped them immediately.
His status is too high to offend.
Yang Yi just looked at them and looked at the young geniuses with his eyes.
If someone dared to have a wrong idea, he wouldn't mind using his status to attack them directly.
Although they may not be able to fight, no one dares to get hurt.
...
Alas, Yang Yi lowered his head and ate fruit in depression. Although Chen Yu came, he couldn't go there.
It's like a child at the dinner table. He wants to play with his mobile phone while eating, but his parents will always slap you.
Although no one calls you here, there are so many guests here. Even if your parents agree, you have to pay attention to it.
"Disciples please enter!" A loud shout sounded, announcing the official start of the disciple competition.
The disciples enter in order according to the ranking of the elders, while the disciples of the sect master enter last.
The camp of great elder disciples led by Wang Xuan was magnificent and ethereal. Boys and girls strutted into the small world with their heads held high, their eyes sharp, and they scanned everyone present with an aura of invincibility.
There was a faint howl of wild wind above the small camp, and waves of energy storms swept towards the auditorium crazily, slapping against the protective cover, causing bursts of energy light patterns.
Yan Yu, the second elder's disciple camp, led the team, the same girl in white who had been there when Yang Yi moved into Xuanyuan Tower.
She was wrapped in a snow-white coat, hiding her surging fighting spirit.
The second elder himself is a demon clan, and almost all of his disciples are demon clan, and the demonic aura rises into the sky. Attracting everyone's attention.
There was another commotion when the fifth elder's disciple camp appeared. A man with no shirt, all kinds of lines etched on his body and extremely muscular muscles strode into the small world.
Every step he takes can make this small world tremble, and as they get closer to the position arranged by the camp, his steps become harder and his heart beats like a drum. It seemed that in the next second he would explode with all his strength and strike the strongest blow.
"Is that the chief of the five elders? I heard he's from the God Clan. He's so powerful." Yang Yi looked at the muscles and felt that even if he didn't do anything, he could scare some mortals to death just by standing there.
That god's name was Yu Xi, who came from the depths of the fairy world. Because his father was killed by the master of the Mingshan Sect, he worshiped the strong and came to the Mingshan Sect alone to become a disciple.
The gods are famous for being aloof in the fairy world. Emotions such as seven emotions and six desires have never appeared in their dictionary. There is only one thing in their hearts, and that is to become stronger.
Next up was the Sixth Elder's disciple camp, with sword energy rising into the sky.
In an instant, the heavy dark clouds in the sky were split apart.
The originally pitch-black little world was instantly illuminated, and the dazzling sunlight made Yang Yi squint his eyes.
One after another, young men stepped on the fairy sword and flew over. Huang Qin stood at the top, with eyebrows like swords and coming with an invincible aura.
There are a total of eighteen elders in the Mingshan Sect, including one Supreme Elder. The Supreme Elder's camp cannot participate in this disciple competition because the only disciple is under eighteen years old, so there are a total of seventeen camp elders and one sect leader camp. .
The disciples of the Ninth Elder will not participate in this competition. They are responsible for the performance and warm-up of the disciples before the competition.
The last one to appear was the sect leader’s disciple camp.
