After completing level 1, Tiandao wants to hire me as CEO?

Among the representatives of the nine sects, Pei Yuze was the youngest in terms of age and cultivation. After paying tribute to all the seniors one by one, he sat down in his seat.

The representative of Danyang Sect is full of fairy spirit and smells of medicine. The most outstanding thing is that his hands are extremely well maintained, fairer and more delicate than many fairies.

Danxian Luo Wuji's seniority is too high, and he is obsessed with alchemy and ignores worldly affairs, so he will not come here.

Although the monks of the Hunyuan Sect are jokingly called sledgehammers, they do not look like carrying sledgehammers, with bulging muscles and beards.

After all, it was a serious occasion, and all the male and female nuns from all the sects were there. What should I do if I acted carelessly and discredited the sect?

After leaving the sect, his figure became stronger than others.

The male cultivators have a tough face and a tough guy temperament, while the female cultivators are heroic and have the image of a royal sister.

The people in Qianji Pavilion look shrewd, and they are worthy of being people in the industry chain all over the world.

Seeing that everyone has arrived and the awards ceremony has not yet begun, the disciples below are a little restless.

"Ling Yun", the representative of Wentian Sect, gave an enigmatic smile.

The good boy is definitely coming, hehe, let’s see what she does!

If you need a senior to step forward and play a role, that would be great!

"Wentian Sect Qingluan Sword Master has arrived——"

The high-pitched and loud singing voice of the only one, with magical power, strangled the throats of thousands of people, and the scene could be heard from moment to moment.

I saw a woman with white hair reaching her waist, peerless appearance, and an overly cold temperament, leading an unparalleledly handsome, noble and elegant man to land gently on the high platform.

She is wearing a celadon gradient cross-collar dress, which looks like a quiet world filled with wind and snow, with blue sky, snowfields, and frozen deep sea all visible on the dress.

Her aura was very strong. Although it was not oppressive, the indifference of a god coming to this world made everyone dare not breathe too hard.

Until she smiled slightly, nodded and said:

"It's an honor to meet you all."

The sound of roaring mountains and tsunami came, and everyone, including the representatives of the nine factions on the stage, blushed with excitement.

As the person with the highest seniority, highest status, and highest cultivation level in the room, the leadership of the conference naturally fell into the hands of Xie Qingyun.

The host was an elder at the peak of divine transformation from the Shenyi Sect. After receiving the eye signals from the bosses, he did not dare to step forward and ask if it was time to start.

After "resolving" the obstructive host, representatives from various factions rushed towards Xie Qingyun. The first to get to the top of the Nine Immortal Sects was near the water.

Immortal Wenhua of Tianxing Sect flashed in front of him, threw out a stack of talismans and seals, and said with a smile:

"I would like to ask the sword master for some advice."

All the stability I had before was eaten by dogs!

Master Le Xian of Shenyi Sect raised his white jade flute high and shouted:

"Lord Sword Master, can you sign your name?"

Jing Huan Lingjun of the Wanxiang Sect came over on his knees with the little Qilin in his arms, knocked away many competitors, and shouted:

"Sword Lord, I am your long-lost grandson. Please don't pity me for my young age. Please ravage my dog ​​head!"

Little Qilin bared his teeth at his master: You bitch!

Smelling the powerful aura on Xie Qingyun's body, he immediately revealed a pair of big shining eyes:

grandfather! Please don't pity your grandson!

The brothers and sisters surnamed Di came hand in hand.

Fairy Feiyue: "Sword Master, I finally see you alive!"

Immortal Chief Feibai: "Sword Master, look at me, do you still need a disciple?"

Lou Xingzhou had a complicated face.

People in the world of cultivating immortals all look like shit. How come they are all crazy?

Could it be a genetic disease unique to the human race?

Master's mood goes up and down. Isn't it because of this?

Xie Qingyun smiled lightly and signed autographs for everyone in a good-natured manner. The title branded with spiritual power exudes a little golden light, which is extraordinary and luxurious.

The person who got the autograph beamed with smiles and shouted that he would keep it as a family heirloom.

The ones who didn't squeeze in looked ferocious and almost ran away, looking like the enemy who killed their father.

Indeed, Qingluan Sword Master appears in front of the world only a few times, and even more rarely signs autographs for others——

It’s the first time for a big girl to sit in a sedan chair!

Xie Qingyun remembered his purpose, and after signing less than twenty names, he apologetically dismissed everyone.

He nodded to the host who was pushed off the stage and said:

"let's start."

They are all well-educated people. As soon as they heard that the conference officially started, everyone calmed down and waited calmly for the host to read the speech.

His attention fell on the square, and he quietly selected the disciples he liked so that he could strike first.

Soon it will be a battlefield for disciples!

"No. Ye Zhifan, first place in the competition."

"The prize is 100,000 top-grade spiritual stones, a ray of Zixiao Earth Fire, a bottle of Bone Shaping Pill, a Taiqing Juyuan Pill, and a piece of gold-inlaid soft armor of the Xuan-level second-grade holy weapon."

When the monks from the Shenyi Sect who were in charge of etiquette filed out and brought the tray with the prizes in front of Ye Zhifan, all the disciples present gasped.

Before the cool air had finished, Ye Zhifan packed the prize with the gift ring on the tray.

The prize was very generous, which opened his eyes, but the most important thing at the moment was to join the Wentian Sect and find the earthly lamp to gather the soul of Brother Jia.

Ye Zhifan's hand was so calm and graceful that all the representatives praised him.

The host said loudly:

"The first place in the conference will have priority. There are nine immortal sects and thirty-seven major sects. Which one do you want to join?"

Under the high platform of the Nine Immortal Sects are the thirty-seven major sects.

They have never received the first hundred disciples, but they still can't help but wait and see, hoping that some blind genius will abandon the Nine Immortal Sects and come to them.

Ye Zhifan is the blind disciple they are currently looking forward to.

Pei Yuze felt the fighting spirit from Ye Zhifan and looked forward to becoming a fellow disciple and learning from each other.

It's just that the other party's eyes fell directly in the direction of Wentian Zong, just as persistent as he was before.

"This disciple wants to worship Qingluan Sword Master as his master!"

The scene immediately became heated, and rumors about Ye Zhifan's wishful thinking were rampant.

No one knows that Qingluan Sword Master has never accepted a disciple at the Immortal Ceremony. She likes to rely on fate to pick up disciples on the roadside.

Things delivered to your door are the cheapest!

Xie Qingjun: You made up such outrageous rumors, have you ever asked me for my opinion?

More than ten thousand eyes were directed at him, the nearest one being Lou Xingzhou, looking deep and inquiring.

Xie Qingyun stared at Ye Zhifan for a long time, with a mysterious and cold posture, and then opened his lips and said:

"can."

One word made everyone heartbroken to tears, jealous to the point of distortion, and they wished they could skin him and replace him.

No matter what others thought, Xie Qingyun smiled back at Lou Xingzhou and said softly:

"Xingzhou, you have a junior brother."

Then he waved to Ye Zhifan, who lowered his eyes and stepped forward step by step, as if he saw the dawn of Brother Jia's return.

Walking up to Xie Qingyun, he knelt down and bowed:

"Disciple Ye Zhifan, pay your respects to the master!"

Xie Qingyun nodded and introduced the men behind him.

"This is your third senior brother, Lou Xingzhou."

"This is you...Senior Brother Lingyun, the third disciple of the sect master."

Ye Zhifan saluted one by one, "Zhifan has met Third Senior Brother and met Senior Brother Lingyun."

From an angle that no one could see, Xie Qingyun gave "Ling Yun" a roll of his eyes. The senior brother became more alive and returned, and even pretended to be his apprentice.