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The suzerain said in a dusty voice: "I saw that you had something to say just now, but what do you think?"

Following these words, the elders of Xiashou were both happy and worried.

Naturally, the happy ones were the ones who appeared on the testing platform just now, and the ones worried were the few who rushed to the meeting hall later. After all, they didn't even meet face-to-face, so it was difficult to leave an impression.

Wu Lingkong didn't care about the small calculations in everyone's minds, he cupped his fists respectfully and said: "Return to the suzerain, the kid does have some ideas."

"Oh? Tell me about it. Based on your current qualifications, no matter the elders or the suzerain will try their best to meet your requirements."

Seeing him like this, the suzerain thought that he would definitely ask for some apprenticeship, but Wu Lingkong only said one sentence.

"Boy, I have admired Daoist Chenxiu for a long time. If I am lucky, I hope I can worship under Daoist."

There was a moment of silence in the entire meeting hall, looking at Wu Lingkong standing respectfully under the stage, everyone had strange expressions.

Chen Ran didn't seem to have expected that the other party would want to worship under Chen Xiu's sect. You must know that in the past hundred years, except for accepting Qing Hui as a disciple, Chen Xiu refused all of them without frowning despite his aptitude. Chen Xiu never cared about the affairs of the sect, so it can be said that he has no real power.

But the words had already been proposed by Wu Lingkong, even if Chen Ran knew what the result would be, he still had to inform Chen Xiu of his opinion.

……

In the afternoon, under the peach blossom tree in the center of the courtyard, the master and apprentice were lying together on a bamboo chair, Qing Hui leaned his back on the chest of the person behind him, turned his head in puzzlement and said: "About apprentice?"

Stuffing the pitted lychee into the pink lips of the little apprentice Zhang He, Chen Xiu said: "Well, he wants to be my apprentice."

Qing Hui chewed the flesh in his mouth, but felt that the hero's behavior was quite weird, and said, "Then do you want to agree?"

"My apprentice in this life is only you, baby." Chen Xiu said and directly transmitted the answer to Chen Ran.

……

Wu Lingkong was not very surprised when he learned the result, or he knew that he would be rejected when he made this request, and in the end Wu Lingkong still obeyed Goldfinger's words and worshiped the master as his teacher.

Cultivation has no time, this statement is not false.

In a short period of five years, Wu Lingkong has made a splash in the inner circle. The former thin boy has grown into a handsome man who has attracted the hearts of countless beauties. It is without a glance.

Wu Lingkong will never forget that when he first met Qing Hui, the moment he turned around, the ice sculpture shattered behind him. Who in this world can match his frown and smile.

At first, Wu Lingkong thought that he would be closer to Qing Hui if he entered the inner gate, but he found that he was very wrong.

Qing Hui seldom came out of the secret realm, only a few times he happened to miss it because of the mission, and he didn't see Qing Hui again for five whole years.

In this endless waiting and torment, the Qinglan Sect's five-year tour of the sect came as scheduled.

The Zongmen Grand Competition is just around the corner, and many disciples who went out to practice have returned one after another, and the disciples who have been in seclusion for a long time have also left the seclusion, and the whole Qinglan Sect is in full swing.

Qing Hui had successfully formed the alchemy half a year ago. As Qinglan's disciple, he would naturally participate in this competition. It was just a knockout round where he had successfully formed an alchemy compared to other people's selections. He could directly enter the official competition.

Wu Lingkong, who is a disciple of Dust, has been counting the days on his fingers since he heard the news of the Qing Huihui's appearance. He is looking forward to the end of the inner sect elimination competition and the inner sect official competition will come as scheduled.

In the early morning light, many disciples have already been seen under the martial arts stage. This five-year competition is not only to understand the results of the past five years of testing, but also a rare visual feast.

"Tsk tsk, a few days ago, a handyman disciple in the outer sect's grand competition actually practiced to the tenth level of Qi training without saying a word. It can be said to be a big show on the stage."

"No matter how beautiful the outer door is, it can't be more beautiful than the inner door. Last time, the head of the main peak Qingjing of the Grand Competition beat all the heroes with a set of Xuanliu sword. I don't know what dark horse will emerge from the inner door this time."

"The newly recruited apprentice of the head of the main peak has reached the foundation establishment in just five years. This must be the biggest dark horse."

"I also heard that Qing Hui formed an alchemy not long ago..."

……

Accompanied by the heated discussions, more and more disciples gathered under the martial arts stage, almost reaching the point where their toes were touching their heels. If it wasn't for the Qinglan sect's inner sect prohibiting Yujian from flying, there would be a dense crowd in the sky.

Wu Lingkong came to the martial arts arena early and occupied a position facing the arena with an excellent view. At this time, he closed his eyes and crossed his knees in meditation. Facing all kinds of rumors and discussions that filled his ears, he turned a deaf ear to it, and only focused on it for a short time. Prepare for the next fight.

Just like the status quo of the whole world of immortal cultivation, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and the Qinglan Sect is no exception.

Inner sect disciples are divided into ordinary, true, personal, and chief, and a level symbolizes a level of resources.

During the grand competition, the top three of each level have the right to challenge the first level, and if they win, they can replace them. Therefore, after each big competition, all peaks of Qinglanzong will undergo huge changes except for the chief. The reason why he is so happy with Dabi.

Because it is an internal competition of the sect, the Qinglan Sect has very strict rules. Apart from not hurting their lives on the stage and not avenging their personal vendettas, it is even forbidden to use any external assistance.

For example, sword cultivators can only use swords, and all talisman pills are listed as banned drugs. If they are found to be cheating, in addition to canceling their names, serious ones are more likely to be directly expelled from the sect.

Of course, rules are dead, and people are alive. Besides, the definition of public revenge is too broad. After all, it is always inevitable to accidentally injure in a fight with real swords and guns.

Suddenly, an exclamation erupted from the crowd, "It's Chief Qingjing from the main peak who has come."

Everyone raised their heads and looked not far away, and as expected, they saw Qing Jing in dark blue clothes coming in a cloud boat. Standing at the front of the cloud boat, he was talking with a young man with a turbid temperament beside him, his face as soft as water .

"Hey, who is next to Chief Qing Jing?"

Everyone was amazed at the young man in white beside Qing Jing, but they couldn't find such a person after searching through their memories.

Just when everyone was at a loss, there was an excited low shout from the crowd.

"Qing Hui, that person is Qing Hui."

Almost at the moment when he heard these two words, Wu volleyed open his eyes with his eyes closed all the time.

Just like the first time I saw him, Qing Hui was dressed in white clothes to win over the snow, holding a long sword and standing on Meilun Meihuan's cloud boat, three thousand black hair stood up with a jade crown, and his delicate profile was bathed in the clear and shallow In the sunlight, it was like the color of glazed glass, a breeze blew by, and the boy's wide sleeves made a touching arc in the air.

Qing Hui.

Wu Lingkong greedily stared at the delicate face of the young man on the cloud boat, as if he wanted to dispel all the thoughts that had been in his bones for the past five years at this moment, leaving only the slender figure of the man in his eyes.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot and explicit, and Qing Hui on the cloud boat seemed to feel it, and turned his head to look at where he was, and the two eyes met in midair.

Qing Hui was stunned for a second, then, as if thinking of something, he closed his head lightly at Wu Lingkong below and looked away.

Emma, ​​I almost forgot about the hero.

Wu Lingkong's eyes suddenly burst out with a strong sense of joy, he still remembered himself.

"What about Junior Brother?" Qing Jing tilted his head.

"An acquaintance."

The male protagonist hasn't seen you for five years, is it okay?

Just now when Qing Hui looked down from the air, he felt a serious density phobia. After jumping off the cloud boat, he found out that Nuo Da's martial arts arena couldn't even find a place to stand. Fortunately, Qing Jing had made preparations early. Lead the people to the position they occupied in advance.

Just as Qing Jing was explaining the points for attention in all aspects to the younger junior who participated in the big competition for the first time, he suddenly heard the clear and crisp sound of cranes coming from the direction of the main stage.

Everyone looked up in unison, and found that the figures of the suzerain and others had already appeared on the main stage.

"Disciple pays homage to suzerain." Thousands of disciples roared passionately in the huge martial arts arena.

The suzerain raised his hand slightly, and said solemnly: "The rules of this sect grand competition are the same as before, only this point, if there are people who intentionally cause trouble and seek revenge during the competition,"

"Expelled from the sect." With the words four falling, an invisible coercion shot out from the standing Chenran in a fan shape to all directions.

Apart from respectfully bowing their heads at this moment, all the disciples present couldn't think of any resistance in their hearts. Although Qing Hui carried a heaven-level magical weapon, the sky-protecting mirror, although he resisted the huge impact for him, there was still a burst of shock from his chest. Dull discomfort.

Pursing his lips and closing his eyes, this is the absolute suppression from the realm of the monks in the transformation stage.

"The disciple must abide by the clan rules."

when!

With a crisp bell, the Zongmen Grand Competition officially kicked off.