"We are both fallen people from the end of the world!" Chen Feng looked at Luan Xiaoyao's pitiful expression and couldn't help but feel pity for her.
If he hadn't seen the ancestor of Wanhun Town already at Luan Xiaoyao's side, he would have stepped forward to comfort her.
Even if you can't win a beautiful woman, you can at least make a good friend.
"Fail!"
Luan Xiaoyao's situation did not make the messenger from the underworld feel the slightest sympathy, and he continued with the selection.
The underworld is not a good place. If you want to solve the pollution of the soul, the materials and treasures needed are not ordinary.
It's not worth paying that kind of price for a monk from the lower realm.
He would rather choose someone with a lower level of talent than her.
I don’t want to accept this kind of soul that is contaminated by equipment.
"Master, I'm sorry."
"Disciple... I have failed to live up to your expectations."
Luan Xiaoyao looked at the ancestor of Wanhun Town, his eyes full of self-blame.
She always only acts according to her own mood and relies heavily on her master.
Luan Xiaoyao knew how much her master wanted to ascend to the underworld through selection, and how much she blamed herself.
"Silly boy, it's not your fault."
"It's the master's fault. It was the master who harmed you."
The ancestor of Wanhun Town showed rare tenderness on his face, and he gently stroked Luan Xiaoyao's head.
Over the years, he has devoted almost all his efforts to Luan Xiaoyao.
Not only does he hope that Luan Xiaoyao can inherit his legacy, but he also sincerely wants Luan Xiaoyao to go further.
The little girl in front of him who he watched grow up was no different from his biological granddaughter in his heart.
"Xiaoyao."
"Don't worry, Master still has a way to give you a chance to ascend to the underworld!"
"any solution?"
Hearing that there was still a chance, hope rekindled in Luan Xiaoyao's eyes.
However, the ancestor of Wanhun Town did not give a direct answer, but turned his attention to the direction of the messenger from the underworld.
Maybe that's the only thing.
Only then can it be possible to change the mind of Lord Envoy...
"That guy is not dead, but why did he come here again?"
Luan Xiaoyao lifted her hair from her forehead and frowned slightly when she saw Chen Feng's figure.
This guy actually came to participate in the selection of the underworld. He didn't think that he could pass the selection of the underworld because he couldn't pass the selection of the demon world.
You must know that selection in the underworld is actually much more difficult than in the demon world!
If this guy wasn't overestimating his abilities, he would definitely have followed him here.
Ever since meeting Chen Feng, this guy has been a bit haunted.
Wherever she goes, the other party follows.
More annoying than other people who want to get her.
At this time.
Chen Feng sneezed heavily again.
"Well, someone must be saying bad things about me behind my back!"
"There are indeed a lot of enemies that we have provoked over the years, and many of them have not been able to be eradicated for the time being. Now Feisheng has made such a noise... Hey, it's better to keep a low profile these days."
Chen Feng sighed secretly and followed the team in front.
It will soon be his turn to enter the ritual beam of light in front of the messenger of the underworld.
"pass!"
At this moment, the messenger from the underworld finally announced that a person had passed the selection.
The messenger from the underworld pointed his finger and left a mark on the person passing through.
"I passed!"
"I actually passed!"
"Thank you King Jingyang for your blessing. When I go home to say goodbye to my family this time, I will definitely ask them to build a shrine for you!"
That man was just a Dajing monk. Although his cultivation and talent were not ordinary, he was not outstanding either. He came to Tianqiong Mountain just to try his luck.
Who would have thought that he actually passed the selection!
This was like pie in the sky, and he almost fainted!
When he walked out of the selection circle, countless powerful people immediately came forward to praise and win over him.
"This guy doesn't even have king-level cultivation, how can he pass the selection?"
Seeing this scene, the Holy Son of Netherworld Sect was so angry that his teeth itched.
Because he also participated in the selection just now.
Unfortunately, I was KOed in the first second.
He didn't feel anything at first, after all, Luan Xiaoyao, who was stronger than him, didn't pass either.
But now an ordinary monk who is nothing has actually passed the selection. How can he maintain a psychological balance?
Angry, the Holy Son of Netherworld Sect suppressed his temper.
In front of the envoys of the three realms, he had no right to get angry.
"Dajing is indeed a place of great talent. It seems that I made the right choice to come to the capital of Dajing to make a living."
Chen Feng saw someone pass the selection.
He was just a little envious, but not jealous at all.
Because he believes that he will get the same opportunity, or even a greater opportunity.
This feeling has become stronger and stronger with the selection of the Three Realms Envoys.
Chen Feng became more and more convinced that his opportunity was right in front of him.
He stepped into the ceremonial pillar of light.
"Huh!"
The messenger from the underworld suddenly made a sound of surprise.
He had never had such an expression before when someone passed by just now!
This made everyone raise their eyebrows.
Looking at Chen Feng.
"Lord Messenger, did I pass the test?"
Chen Feng asked hurriedly, his face full of expectation.
The messenger from the underworld shook his head.
what does that mean?
Chen Feng looked confused.
"I was just surprised. I have never seen someone with such a weak soul."
"You can cultivate to the king level and never die suddenly. Your luck is far beyond ordinary people!"
The messenger from the underworld looked emotional.
Chen Feng: "..."
You have a weak soul!
You just died suddenly!
Chen Feng wanted to leave.
It’s okay if you don’t come for this ascension selection!
What a good luck. I, Chen Feng, have come all the way. The strength I have today is all due to my own hard work!
Chen Feng was very angry.
When I went to the demon world for selection, I was told that my talent and bloodline were not obvious, and that I had a rubbish physique that was unique among ten thousand.
I went to the underworld for selection and was told that my soul was weak and that I could survive today only because of luck.
What do these messengers from the upper realm think about?
Chen Feng set his sights on the position of the demon envoy. He could still make one last effort.
at this time.
A man wearing coarse linen clothes was conducting a selection there.
Chen Feng looked at that man and felt a familiar feeling in his heart.
Could this person be...
At this moment, the man walked out of the ritual light pillar, and Niu Laosan stood in front of him.
"Congratulations, you passed the selection!"
"Little brother, you are very strong! Which country are you from?"
Niu Laosan gently patted the other party's chest.
Bang bang!
Following two heavy muffled sounds, the man took five or six steps back before regaining his balance.
Compared with the first person who passed the selection, he didn't retreat far.
Looking at it this way, the body is indeed quite strong.
"Replying to the envoy, I am from Huangzhou, Dajing."
"From Dajing? That's a good relationship! I have some friendship with your King Jingyang from Dajing."
"From now on, when you ascend to the demon world, I, the old cow, will protect you!"
Hearing that the man was from Dajing, Niu Laosan had a smile on his face.
When the man heard this, his eyes were full of surprise.
He was born in Huangzhou into a poor family.
Huangzhou suffered from famine every few years. It was King Jingyang who made everyone in Huangzhou eat white rice.
It can be said that he was able to embark on the path of cultivation thanks to King Jingyang.
He will always remember this kindness in his heart.
"Thank you, Lord Messenger!"
"I will never embarrass you, sir, or King Jingyang in the future!"
The man quickly thanked him, and Niu Laosan hugged him.
"Okay, we men don't say such polite words between us."
"By the way, what's your name?"
"My name is Ye Fan."
The chosen one scratched his head and said with a simple expression.
