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Several people stared at Xiao Fangchi.

Logically speaking, the few people present were stomping their feet, and the world of cultivators was about to tremble. Xiao Fangchi should quickly pay tribute to them.

However, for some reason, Xiao Fangchi just stood behind Song Huaiqing, with his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking, and not looking like he wanted to call anyone.

The surroundings were quiet for a while, but Yue Mingming was the first to break the suddenly quiet atmosphere.

Yue Mingming smiled happily and said cheerfully: "It seems that Pavilion Master Song's beloved disciple is a bit introverted?"

Immediately afterwards, Duan Wuming glanced at Xiao Fangchi, shook his head with some disappointment, and said in a rough voice:

"Although Pavilion Master Song is charming and graceful, this disciple is really squeamish and bitchy. It seems that Pavilion Master Song may be too doting."

This was said quite rudely, in front of Song Huaiqing.

Overtly and covertly, the connotation is that Song Huaiqing taught bad disciples.

Sure enough, as soon as Duan Wuming said these words, the great elder's face turned a little ugly.

The great elder looked worried and was about to speak.

Cheng Ji clicked his tongue and came to Xiao Fangchi's rescue.

"Brother Duan is wrong. I think Pavilion Master Song's apprentice has excellent qualifications. Furthermore, the master is so powerful, how can the apprentice be any different? Are you right?"

"I am not worthy of Pavilion Master Song. A proud man like Pavilion Master Song should find a better apprentice." Several other people nodded. Only Duan Wuming snorted, "I think Pavilion Master Song might as well accept me." My son is my disciple!”

"Okay, okay, it turns out that Sect Leader Duan had this idea."

Jun Chengyu immediately laughed, and he said, why did this unknown person feel as if he had eaten gunpowder today, and he actually meant Song Huaiqing in person, so that's it.

Song Huaiqing stood there quietly, listening to the ridicule of several people without saying a word, but suddenly felt a hint of murderous intent.

That trace of murderous intent flashed past, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it, but Song Huaiqing still felt it.

He looked at Xiao Fangchi with some suspicion in his eyes.

Xiao Fangchi still lowered his head. Looking from his angle, he could only see a piece of black hair on the top of his head.

He touched Xiao Fangchi with his elbow, "What? Are you mute?"

Xiao Fangchi then raised his head, gave him a cute smile, and then saluted the four major sect masters, "Hello, sect masters."

It's just that the etiquette was a bit sloppy.

The four sect masters were all human beings. It was immediately obvious that Song Huaiqing's disciple did not like to see them, and they were immediately confused.

Song Huaiqing didn't know what everyone was thinking. He looked around and found that Song Xuchuan and Song Xuchuan hadn't arrived yet, so he couldn't help but shake his head.

These two people have gone wild again.

Looking at the sky, Song Huaiqing felt that it was almost time.

So he sat on the main seat, and his voice filled with spiritual power resounded throughout the audience.

"let's start."

The four of them could only follow and take their seats.

The Great Elder quickly spoke: "The Inner Disciple Selection Conference begins now. During the fight, you must not be malicious or cruel, and you must not hurt the opponent's life. Until the point is reached. If you can't hold on, admit defeat, and do what you can.

Also, be sure not to use external aids during the competition. Once discovered, the selection opportunity will be cancelled. "

After speaking, the great elder formed seals with his hands and made a magic spell. The large arena below was divided into many small arenas, and each arena was covered with a layer of barrier.

"The first round of competition begins now. Please invite the chosen disciples to come to the ring."

The draw was done before, and everyone knew which arena they were in based on their own number and which number they were going to compete on.

Disciples jumped onto the ring one by one, and the battle was about to break out.

Song Huaiqing was a little interested at first, but his realm was too high. In his eyes, the moves between his disciples were like slow-motion replays, and they were full of loopholes and flaws, which made him feel more and more boring.

So he set up a trap for himself. On the surface, he seemed to be sitting upright and watching the competition, but in fact he had been squinting for a while.

Xiao Fangchi stood neatly behind Song Huaiqing, his eyes seemingly staring at the competition below, but his peripheral vision kept falling on his master.

Seeing the seriousness on his master's face, Xiao Fangchi knew that his master had fallen asleep. He couldn't help but smile a little, and his mood improved a little, with a faint smile.

However, he still had a serious look on his face, as if he was carefully observing the moves of the disciples below.

I don't know how long it took, but Song Huaiqing felt someone put a hand on his shoulder in a daze.

Suddenly, he woke up.

He looked towards the owner of that hand and saw Cheng Ji staring at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Master Song, what do you think of this little princess of the Feiyin Sect? She's pretty talented, right?"

Song Huaiqing first moved his shoulders, letting Cheng Ji's hand fall, and said in a cold voice: "I don't like to be touched by others."

Then he came to his senses and looked down the stage. On the middle stage was a woman fighting a man.

Obviously, the little princess of the Feiyin Sect that Cheng Ji was talking about was that woman.

After a few glances, Song Huaiqing heard Jun Chengyu's rather contented voice next to him.

"My daughter has been competitive since she was a child."

After a pause, Jun Chengyu looked at Song Huaiqing and pointedly said: "Luo'er, I have always been motivated to become a disciple of Huaiyue Immortal Lord, so I never dare to slack off in cultivation. As a father, I can’t even try to persuade him.”

This was very obvious, but Song Huaiqing didn't answer.

For a moment, Jun Chengyu had a look of embarrassment on his face.

The others also remained silent.

They were naturally happy to watch the excitement.

The First Elder saw that there was no movement on Song Huaiqing's face and knew that he didn't want to accept it.

So, the great elder touched his beard and prepared to smooth things over: "Ahem, that..."

Before he could say anything, Yue Mingming, who had a good relationship with Jun Chengyu, said: "Pavilion Master Song, Brother Jun's intention is so obvious, just accept that little girl."

The battle below was over. The woman was extremely talented. In just a few back and forth, she beat the man she was fighting to the point where he couldn't get up. Seeing that the disparity in strength between the two was too great, the man could only He gave in with a grimace.

Song Huaiqing glanced over and knew that she had touched the threshold of the transformation state, and she was only one step away from entering the transformation state.

He waved his hand and was about to refuse when he saw the woman on the stage below bowing and kneeling down: "Huaiyue Immortal Lord, my name is Junziluo, and my father is Jun Chengyu, the leader of Feiyin Sect.

I don't say this to show how noble my status is. What I want to express is that even if my father is the head of a sect, he can't teach me well.

In the entire world of immortal cultivation, only Immortal Huaiyue can teach me. In order to become the disciple of the Immortal Lord, I have practiced hard since I was a child and never dared to slack off.

If Immortal Lord Huaiyue can accept me as his disciple, I will definitely practice more diligently and will not disgrace the reputation of Immortal Lord Huaiyue.

Immortal Lord, please accept me as your disciple! "