Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

In fact, before the list was submitted, Hua Xia took advantage of Lin Heng's absence and added a name.

After Lin Heng came back from his trip, he had no idea what was going on. In addition, he was too exhausted from Hua Xia's injury to care about such a small matter.

The lists were gathered from various peaks and finally delivered to the sect leader. The sect leader was still troubled by the fact that he had no clue about the demonic energy. Finally, after thinking about it, he took the list to see the ancestor.

He knelt in front of the closed door of the Wuchen Hall of the ancestor and placed a copy of the list in front of him: "Yue Mian asks about the ancestor's health."

A cold male voice came from the hall: "What's the matter?"

"Grandmaster, this is the complete list of the people who will participate in the disciple election this time, including the outer sect, inner sect, and other people who came up from the mountain. Please take a look."

After he finished speaking, there was no more sound from inside the door.

The headmaster's heart skipped a beat, and he added, "Old Ancestor, can you please look through the list to accept one or half a disciple to see if the Demon Sect has any moves?"

This time, a voice was heard again in the hall: "I have already refused last time."

This meant there was no room for negotiation, so the leader had no choice but to stand up and leave. After thinking for a while, he finally left the list on the ground.

After everyone left, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and a gust of wind blew up the list on the ground, which slowly floated into the hall, and finally the door closed.

The brocade with the names of the people on both sides finally fell into a pair of bony hands.

The brocade was hung in the man's hand, moving without wind. The white-haired man looked at the names on it calmly. Finally, his sight fell on a name and stayed for a long time. Finally, the silk book burned without fire and turned into ashes.

The head of the sect who returned to the First Peak was still wondering how to make the demons take action. A spiritual force containing the way of heaven and earth suddenly entered the hall, and golden characters appeared out of thin air in the air.

As soon as he saw it clearly, it disappeared immediately.

There was only one word written on it, which was "Yun".

I don’t know what changed the old man’s mind, but he should prepare for special situations as soon as possible.

The news that the ancestor will choose a disciple who suits his eyes as his personal disciple came from Yue Mian. At that time, many cultivators joined in temporarily, and the disciple election was unprecedented.

Regardless of whether the ancestor will accept a personal disciple or not, this piece of news alone means that the ancestor may come to watch this trial.

Lin Heng was very busy with everyone preparing for the election. By the time they found out that Hua Xia was going to participate, the election for the sect's disciples had already begun.

"Lin Xin'er from the fourth peak, Chen Yuan from the fifth peak... Please ask the cultivators whose names are read to go to the third hall to participate in the first array formation written test."

The written test on formations is equivalent to the written test on formation drawing, and does not require the use of spiritual power, so it is the first competition planned by the disciples.

As soon as the original owner's name was read out, Lin Heng, who was watching in the main seat, immediately stood up with a look of shock and worry.

"What? Doesn't the Immortal know that your daughter participated in this disciple election?" The person who spoke was naturally Yu Wangqiu who hated Lin Heng. "I thought you were going to send your daughter off personally."

Lin Heng gritted his teeth, veins bulging on the sides of his face and neck.

In full view of everyone, Xin'er had already gone in. He came out at this time to stop people from gossiping. Fortunately, this first competition was a literary test, so he could just put pen to paper.

Lin Heng's brows were twisted into a shape of "川", and his weathered eyes were fixed on the entrance to the third examination room.

After Hua Xia entered, she began to draw a turtle on the white paper used to draw the formation. Her eyes were focused and the immortal invigilating the exam thought that this woman had quite some experience in formations. However, when the papers were collected, he picked up the paper and saw a flipped-over turtle on it, with an arrow leading out from the side and the three words "Yu Wangqiu" written on it.

"This, this, this! This is extremely treasonous, extremely treasonous!" The immortal looked up while holding the paper, but the person had already gone far away.

[Host, I thought you participated in the disciple election to get first place.] The host is 250% confused by this operation.

He guessed that the host would definitely find a villain and then find a way to complete the task. The villain in this world is Shen Changshu, the ancestor. How could he be easy to approach?

He initially thought that the host wanted to get first place and then be noticed by Shen Changshu and accepted as a disciple. However, through the bastard just now, he figured it out.

The host participated in the election just for fun.

Just because of that turtle, there will be trouble if he is the first.

Hua Xia did not explain, because as soon as she walked out of the exam gate, Lin Heng was already waiting at the door.

"Come here." Lin Heng had a stern face. It was rare for him to be so serious.

"Oh." Hua Xia responded.

The two walked towards the side hall one after the other. Halfway through, Lin Heng scolded them in detail, with a worried look on his face: "Xin'er! You have no spiritual power at all, why are you participating in the trial?"

"You know, only the first round is a literary test. The alchemy, magic battles, and secret realms that follow all require spiritual power. The last two rounds are all dangerous. How dare you participate now that you have no spiritual power at all?"

"Aren't you trying to make Dad worry?"

"You, come with me to the headmaster to confess your crime, and then withdraw from the competition. Do you hear me?"

No one answered. Lin Heng walked forward with his hands behind his back and asked again with a more serious tone, "Did you hear that?"

Still no one spoke, Lin Heng turned around: "You said... "

He glanced at the girl fifty meters away who was catching a disciple who was eating spiritual fruits. The girl's hands were constantly taking things from the disciple's plate and stuffing them all into her pocket.

It couldn’t fit in anymore, so he stuffed a little more into his sleeves.

Under the sunlight, the whole person looks extremely agile.

Lin Heng's cloudy eyes flickered, and then he stopped talking.

Two seconds later, he spoke again: "Xin'er, Xin'er, what are you doing? Did you hear what Dad said?"

Hua Xia came closer with the spiritual fruit in her arms and exclaimed, then seeing that Lin Heng wanted to say something, she quickly took out the fruit and stuffed it into Lin Heng's arms: "I heard it, I heard it!"

"Glad to hear you!" Lin Heng led Hua Xia into the side hall to rest, "I'll go tell the headmaster."

Hua Xia waved her hand: "Dad, don't go, I'm busy."

Lin Heng thought so too. The leader had entrusted many matters of this trial to him, so he should be looking for the spies of the demon clan.

I don’t know what actions the demons, who have disappeared for a long time, will take.

I'm afraid the world won't be at peace for long.

"Okay, I'll just delete your name."

Hua Xia nodded, and when the fighting competition started the next day, Lin Heng looked at his precious daughter who was inside the barrier on the stage and almost couldn't breathe.

He clearly deleted Xin'er's name from the list, how could this happen?

This is a real fight, and the fighting competition adopts a lottery system, which means that the scores are counted. Everyone will fight several times, and finally the person with the highest score will be selected as the best.