Cultivate your sister’s immortals

Mo Yi looked at the fat man who slowly ascended to heaven and was stunned, he flipped through the list and found that the “Ten Thousand Laws Sect” that the fat man rejected for the first time was only a slightly higher sect, it stands to reason that this kind of sect should not have an examiner! Then why would Wanfamen refuse the fat man’s application, they should not know anything about the fat man’s qualifications!

Mo Yi watched the fat man fly into mid-air and stop next to a Daoist, who nodded with satisfaction after glancing at the fat man.

“Deal with power?” Mo Yi suddenly realized that the people of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect gave treasures to Yi Haoran, and Yi Haoran told them the qualifications of Immortal Miao… It’s a perfect way to make money.

“The life of this immortal cultivator is really colorful, it may not be any different from us mortals, they are all constantly racking their brains for the sake of power and wealth.” Mo Luoxue’s voice sounded faintly, Mo Yi looked over in surprise, he didn’t think that Mo Luoxue actually saw the trickiness in all this, it seems that Mo Luoxue’s IQ is not lower than Mo Yi.

Mo Yi nodded and said, “The common feelings of people, although they are immortal cultivators with supreme magical power, but after all, they are still flesh and blood, people have seven emotions and six desires, greed is also inevitable, after all, people are endless… Ahhhh ”

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi sneezed, and he subconsciously touched his empty back with a gloomy face, “It’s so cold…”

Mo Luoxue glanced at Mo Yi and pouted and muttered, “Self-inflicted.” ”

Mo Yi was angry and hiccuped, what is called self-inflicted suffering, we are injured to protect you! But Mo did not argue with Mo Luoxue, and quarreling with his sister did not end well.

There were more and more people applying for the Immortal Gate in the crowd, and even several people had successfully joined the “Imperial Spirit Sect” and “Sword Pavilion” among the ten major sects!

Mo Yi also saw some ends, almost every sect of the Ten Great Sects could learn from Yi Haoran or other examiners, just like a black-robed middle-aged man in the crowd of immortal cultivators in mid-air and a red-robed man without a shape. Just from the gathering location and conversation center of the immortal cultivators, Mo Yi could observe how many examiners there were.

At present, the examiners that Mo Yi has determined are Mo Chengyang, a middle-aged man in black robes, an unknown man in red robes, and Yi Haoran of Changfeng Gate.

In fact, Mo Yi also doubted whether the paralyzed handsome ratio was an examiner, but since there was no one close to the facial paralysis handsome ratio, let alone the information of trading the qualifications of Immortal Miao, Mo Yi did not know the true identity of the facial paralyzed handsome ratio, that is, Cheng Jingyu.

“I apply for Changfeng Gate!” Suddenly, a lonely voice sounded.

Mo Yi’s ears twitched and it was definitely familiar, so he turned to look over, and in the crowd there was a handsome but proud man lying on the ground.

“Isn’t this the Prince of the Zhao Kingdom?” Mo Yi was stunned, the man was the guy who was stuck at the five-hundred-meter checkpoint of Panyuxian Road, and finally Mo Yi stepped through the checkpoint under the encouragement of Mo Yi.

The man’s legs were full of blood, but there were traces of bandaging, and the white cloth on his legs was stained with blood and medicinal smell, and the bandaging person was very skilled in preserving these almost wasted legs completely.

“Hmm.” Mo Yi reactively looked at the pharmacist not far away, and there were obviously a few pieces of fabric missing from the pharmacist’s clothes, which seemed to be bandaged by him.

The man looked up at Yi Haoran, his pupils gathered a blade-sharp gaze, although his legs were wasted, but the imperial aura on his body did not decrease in the slightest.

Yi Haoran looked at the man on the ground and bowed his head slightly, he closed his eyes and considered it, nodded and beckoned, “Welcome.” ”

The man was obviously relieved, and before he could say thanks, a clear breath lifted him up and flew to Yi Haoran’s side.

Yi Haoran glanced at the man’s injured legs, he shook his sleeve and fell out of the jade-encrusted cloth bag, he opened the bag and took out a pale yellow elixir from it.

The man took the elixir thrown by Yi Haoran, and he was ecstatic to look at the elixir. He guessed correctly, the legs that had been completely destroyed in the eyes of mortals could be solved by just a pill in the eyes of immortal cultivators.

“Thank you, Senior Brother! The disciple’s name is Zhao Mad”, the man, that is, Zhao Mad took the pill and swallowed it, and after only a few breaths, he felt that his legs were unbearable. He sweated profusely and couldn’t help but scratch, and Yi Haoran on the side couldn’t help nodding secretly when he looked at Zhao Mad’s perseverance.

“Look at the people, look at you.” , Mo Luoxue snorted coldly and said to Mo Yi beside him.

Mo Yi gave her a blank look, “You have to compare this!” I’m your brother, not your husband! than husband or something… Concubines can’t do it! ”

Mo Luoxue heard Mo Yi’s metaphor and snorted, and then ignored Mo Yi.

Mo Yi scratched his cheeks and felt a little happy in his heart, at least Mo Luoxue would compare him with others now, before Mo Luoxue didn’t even look at him.

After a few moments, the man stood up with the essence of the pure qi under his feet, he stomped his legs ecstatically, and then clasped his hands into fists and saluted Yi Haoran, “Thank you Senior Brother for the elixir!” The grace of dripping water, the disciple will surely spring up in retribution one day! ”

“You just have this heart.” Yi Haoran said lightly.

“Yes!”

Not to mention Zhao Madness, one after another, the people on the ground gradually found their future sects, although some people were rejected two or three times, but they could still find a sect to join.

The medicine master and the Great Confucian man also found the sect, and the two of them were also like-minded and entered the “Seven Star Pavilion”, which ranked seventh among the ten major sects. The person who led them was an old man riding a green bull, and Mo Yi almost thought that the old guy’s surname was the old name.

“I applied to join the Wutian Sect!” Another familiar voice sounded.

Mo Yi paused, a funny smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he turned his head to look at the black robe in the depths of the crowd, but the black robe was full of dust and blood… A man with a blue nose and a swollen face.

Mo Luoxue also noticed Mo Yi’s gaze, she followed and looked over and then frowned, “Luo family’s Luo throat? ”

Mo Yi looked sideways at Mo Luo Xuedao, “Know? ”

“Not very familiar.” , Mo Luoxue shook his head, “Last time you beat him into a vegetative man, my servant informed me. And also specifically mentioned that you mocked the name of the unlucky bastard as “backward” not “Luo throat”, which impressed me deeply. ”

“Then I really thank you for caring so much about my brother’s glorious deeds.” Mo Yi smiled, and then smiled again, and the corners of his mouth were about to tear.