Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 429 Cultivation of Immortals: The Soft and Cute Disciple of Master Qing Leng (3)

  In this way, Yunbai's reputation is bad.

  Everyone knows it.

   Yunbai was unable to admire his brother, jealous, and hurt his apprentice.

   By the time Yunbai knew about this, it was already too late.

   Yunbai has no expression on his face.

  The person in the rumors, is it her?

  Haha, love Mo Ye?

  Which point of Mo Ye is worth her liking?

  Appearance? Not as good as her.

  Repair? Comparable.

   Sorry, she doesn't like it.

  Even if Yunbaiqing clears himself,

  However, the world does not believe it.

  Rumors are everywhere,

  Rumors can ruin a person.

  When no one in this world believes in you, when you stand on the opposite side of this world, what will you do?

  Dyeing white: Destroy the world.

  Because they don’t need their belief, nor the world.

  However, Yunbai is not.

  Finally, Yunbai was expelled from his division.

After    dyed white, she has been retreating, practicing, and doing tasks.

  In this world, only powerful strength decides everything.

  Without strength, everything is nonsense!

  Everyone knows,

  There are female clouds and whites in the Qing Dynasty fairy sect.

   Dressed in white clothes, it seems like an immortal, with a cool face and outstanding beauty, and the **** ribbon is shot in the blink of an eye. There is no life in a hundred miles.

   Dyeing white tossed his sleeves, and her long and narrow peach eyes were cold and cold, just like the snow in early winter, cold and uncomfortable.

  Recruitment ceremony?

  Heh, such an interesting thing,

  How can she not go?

  Qing Xianzong,

magnificent,

  Test the spiritual roots, colorful.

  On the competition stage, dazzling.

  The position of chief, sitting in the head.

  Mo Youzi raised his eyes to look at the upper ink leaf, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

  Male lead? I am coming?

  In this apprenticeship competition, she is bound to win!

  Mo Youzi confidently placed his hand on the measuring spirit stone, and in an instant, the dazzling multicolored light shot straight into the sky, flashing, chaos.

   caused countless people's puffing noises.

  Chaos spirit root!

  A genius that is hard to come up in thousands of years!

  The head could not hide the ecstasy in his eyes, he said in a deep voice.

   "Little girl, would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

  The head opened his mouth, which instantly aroused the dissatisfaction of several other elders.

   "Master, you have two apprentices of peerless genius under your hand, and you have to give us concessions."

  The three elders said jokingly.

  The boss laughed haha,

  Genius apprentices, who is not too much?

   "Let's let the little girl choose."

  Mo Youzi hooked the corners of her lips.

  Worship the head as a teacher?

  Joke, she wants to attack the hero of the plane, okay?

  Guide to an old man.

  Emmm, the picture is unimaginable.

"I choose--"

  Mo Youzi's tone paused and said,

   "Mo Ye Shangxian."

  In an instant, countless people shook their heads and sighed.

  Who doesn’t know.

  Thousands of years. Mo Ye Shangxian has never accepted a disciple?

  This arrogant little girl should also be rubbed by Mo Ye.

  The head coughed dryly,

   "Okay, let's see if Mo Yetong disagrees."

  He is a disciple, he understands that he won't accept disciples at all.

  When the little girl is disappointed, she will naturally choose again.

  Mo Youzi’s gaze fell on Mo Ye’s body,

   "God, I want to be your apprentice!"

  Mo Ye has a gentle expression, his apprentice?

  This little girl is quite interesting.

  "You never thought about it. What if I don't accept you as a disciple?"

  Mo Ye asked happily.

  Mo Youzi raised his jaw,

  "Then I will not worship Master in this life."

  Mo Ye smiled, raised her eyebrows slightly, with great interest.

   "So, did I not accept you as a disciple, or did I delay you?"

  Mo Youzi said in a humble manner,

   "The disciple dare not."

  Man,

  It's all like this, I always hope that a woman belongs to her wholeheartedly.

  This is the law that Mo Youzi summed up in Tracing the Male God Through Three Thousand Planes.

as predicted,

  After Mo Youzi finished speaking, Mo Ye’s favorability rose by five points.

  Mo Youzi hooked her lips triumphantly when she heard the system prompt.

  (End of this chapter)