Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

The preparations for Fei Zhe this time were very adequate, everything was arranged for him during his retreat, the elixir he took could cover up his pure single-water spiritual root into a somewhat mottled three-spiritual root, this qualification is enough for him After passing the screening, but not enough to be selected into the inner gate, Huanqi Palace's support will arrange him into an inconspicuous position in the outer gate, so that he can handle affairs with peace of mind.

Xi Feiluan looked at the mountain of people.

Now it is only a matter of signing up for success, let's go.

Xi Feiluan gritted his teeth and walked towards the crowd.

Although it was a queue, in fact, there was no place to line up in this crowd. He found a place to stand on the outside, and soon there were many people who signed up. The front was crowded, and the back was also crowded, and Xi Feiluan was caught in the middle. , I waited in line for more than half an hour in a daze, only to feel that the registration point seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

A applicant who was at least [-] or [-] years old suddenly attacked, twisted his buttocks, and was hit hard on the waist. Before Xi Feiluan could figure out what happened, he got out of the crowd, staggered two steps, and walked behind him. A person suddenly supported him.

Xi Feiluan turned his head, and behind him a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes greeted him enthusiastically: "Oh, good afternoon, junior brother! Walk carefully—"

Xi Feiluan stood up straight, thinking who is your junior brother?

The young man was wearing a beige-gold brocade robe, with large red or blue gemstones inlaid on the belt around his waist, and a big green wrench on his hand.Naturally, these are despised in the realm of comprehension, but among the human race, they can be regarded as only rich and noble people have them.

Xi Feiluan looked at his nouveau riche's attire, and always felt a little familiar.

The young man seemed to see what he meant, and said very familiarly: "Oh, they are all here to sign up, and they will all be disciples of the same school in the future. I think you are younger than me, so it's okay to call you junior, come on , there is a second senior brother here, do you recognize—”

The big-eyed young man dragged a young man in gray clothes behind him. The young man was quite tall, pale and sickly, and the knot between his brows was deeper than Yu Sheng.

"Hmph." The gray-clothed youth squeezed out a syllable indifferently.

The big-eyed young man paused, and immediately introduced: "My name is Meng Xiangyang, and this senior brother's name is... By the way, what's your name?"

The young man in gray snorted again, and there were almost four large characters "stay away from me" written on his face. However, he couldn't resist Meng Xiangyang's questioning over and over again by tugging at his sleeves, so he could only utter two words coldly: "Mo Yin .”

"Oh oh this is Senior Brother Mo, Junior Brother, what's your name?" Meng Chaoxing immediately turned his head when he got the answer.

"Lin Fugui." Xi Feiluan calmly revealed the identity Fei Zhe had prepared for him.

"Oh—this name sounds bold and unrestrained, Junior Brother Lin, how long have you been in line for this?"

Xi Feiluan said with a wooden face, "I just came."

"Hahahahaha, we just came here too, and the number of people who signed up this year is much less than in previous years. See senior brother, I'll take you two to squeeze in!"

Xi Feiluan glanced at the endless crowd, thinking that this is not enough...

Before he could answer, Meng Xiangyang took a deep breath exaggeratedly, grabbed the arms of Xi Feiluan and Mo Yin: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

In an instant, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, countless men, women and children were wailing all over the field, Xi Feiluan was about to fall apart.

"Squeeze what? Did you see that they are all crowded like this?!"

"Where is the grandson of the turtle in a hurry to reincarnate!"

"Oh, who stepped on my foot!"

With a "boom", Xi Feiluan and Mo Yin's hands were pressed on the stage, and the disciple of Huanqi Palace who was sitting opposite the stage raised his head in horror.

Xi Feiluan picked up her soul that was about to be crushed, and slowly opened her eyes.

Hey, why...he came to the front of the stage?

"The three of us want to sign up!" Meng Xiangyang poked his head out from behind him: "My name is Meng Xiangyang, his name is Mo Yin, and his name is Lin Fugui," as he said, he took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into the box that was still there. The dazed disciple of Huanqi Palace, the disciple suddenly lost his mind, covered his pockets, his eyes flashed, his smile revealed, he took out three bamboo slips and handed them to him: "Write your surname, address and age on it, and you will Go over there and wait."

Meng Xiangyang took the bamboo slips, and picked up a fine ink brush to help them write: "Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Mo, where are you from?"

"People from the Central Plains." Mo Yin said coldly.

"Okay!" Meng Xiangyang didn't care about the three sevens and twenty ones, and just scribbled, and took it to Xi Feiluan and Mo Yin who made a home in a cave in the Central Plains. Walking in the direction the disciple pointed, the crowd behind immediately became dissatisfied: "Xianjun, he jumped in line!"

"That's right, look at the three of them jumping in line!"

"It should have been my turn!"

"Quiet—" The disciple looked up impatiently, and said indifferently, "Next."

Xi Feiluan was dragged along and staggered forward. There was a temporary shed in front of him. There was a disciple standing at the door, and there seemed to be many people sitting in it.

"Come in." The disciple at the door glanced at them, and his eyes stayed on the plainly dressed Xi Feiluan for a few seconds, with a bit of contempt in his eyes, and then he pointed at the door with his chin: "Find a place to sit and wait. When people are almost there, I will send you up the mountain."

"Okay brother!" Meng Xiangyang stuffed something into the disciple's arms quickly, and the disciple's face froze, and he immediately smiled: "It's pretty good, wait a little longer, at least I can get this day When you fall down the mountain, the people who will pick you up will come."

Now Xi Feiluan finally saw clearly that what he stuffed to the disciple was a silver ingot half the size of a fist.Meng Xiangyang pulled the two of them in with a smile on his face, and the people inside all looked over at the sound, mostly with hostility.

Meng Xiangyang saw that he was the son of a rich family. The rich family was willing to spend money, and most of them trained their children to practice martial arts since they were young. , it is very likely that they will be accepted into the inner sect because of their good background, and they will either be screened out or go to the outer sect as odd jobs. The future can be described as very different.For this kind of son-in-law, Duoba and stammering are the best choice.

Having said that, the hearts of hatred still overwhelmed the hearts of flattery, and most of them watched the three of them approaching coldly, without even the intention of moving aside.

Meng Xiangyang rushed in excitedly. Seeing that there was no place left, Mo Yin walked to a seat with a cold face. The seat was actually quite spacious, but the people there were sparsely seated. dim sum or something.

"Get out of the way." Mo Yin said to a fat young man who was sitting there with his legs crossed and eating rice dumplings.

The fat young man held a rice dumpling in one hand and ate half of each. He seemed to be eating with great relish. He raised his head when he heard the words, with rice grains on his mouth, his eyes were as round as his face: "Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?!"

Mo Yin looked at him gloomyly, without saying a word.

"You want to fight, don't you?" The fat young man threw the two unfinished rice dumplings on the ground, right at Xi Feiluan's feet: "Grandpa, I'll accompany you!"

The fat young man stood up in a huff, only to find that he was not as tall as that person's shoulders, and his aura suddenly lost a lot. He glanced away, and everyone around him was looking at him. He obviously felt a little shameless, and immediately stood up again. Picking up that generous chest, he pushed it against Mo Yin's body, and said provocatively: "Believe it or not, I beat you so hard that you can't find your teeth all over the place?"

Before the words fell, Mo Yin's eyes were full of fierceness, and he raised his hand to fight, Meng Xiangyang rushed over to hug him: "Don't fight, don't fight!"

Everyone watched the excitement and stood up one after another. The disciples of Huanqi Palace outside the door glanced in, and turned their heads lacking in interest.

Mo Yin was hugged by someone, and his movements immediately froze. He seemed to be allergic to others, and collapsed into a straight line from his back to his neck. The fat young man shrank his neck and took two steps back. Stopped, suddenly full of energy, arrogantly said: "Come on! Isn't it awesome?!"

As soon as Mo Yinyan raised his eyes, they turned into animal-like vertical pupils for a moment. He raised his hand and lifted Meng Xiangyang who was hugging him. Like tearing off a piece of plaster, the fat young man's expression changed drastically. He finally realized that he had offended An unreasonable stubble, he hurriedly burrowed into the crowd, Mo Yin turned into a black shadow behind him, and rushed towards him with murderous aura, Meng Xiangyang lay on the ground, looking up blankly.

The crowd separated in a hurry, Mo Yin's five fingers formed claws, stabbing at the flustered back of the fat young man.The fingertip carried a sharp finger wind, as if it wanted to go straight into the back of the fat young man, and the expressions of the spectators also changed, and they ran away in panic.

——This tall one is a killer!

"What are you shouting about?" The disciples of Huanqi Palace outside the door finally couldn't take it anymore, turned their heads and walked in, just when they raised their heads, the fleeing crowd froze.

The disciple froze for a moment, and saw a fat young man fell to the ground in the emptiest part of the crowd, kicking his legs and backing away, and the figure of the tall young man making trouble was caught by a man.

Moyin stuffed half of a soil-stained rice dumpling into his mouth, and his slender eyes slowly opened wide. Beside him, Xi Feiluan poked his head out quietly, looking at him and the fat young man on the ground, who shrank back in fright, with clear eyes: "Don't fight!" .”

Mo Yin was gagged by the thunderous and sudden zongzi, his eyes nearly popped out.

The fat young man took a breath, pointed at Mo Yin and shouted loudly: "Obviously he was the first..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and the fat young man stared in horror, only to see that Xi Feiluan, who had finished stuffing half of the zongzi, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said slowly, "Don't quarrel."

"That's right, Junior Brother Lin is right, don't quarrel and don't fight!" Meng Xiangyang got up from the ground, helped him up, and pulled Mo Yin back: "It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone."

"..." Mo Yin was pulled back reluctantly, and when he spat out the zongzi, he gave Xi Feiluan a cautious look.

"It's ok, Junior Brother Lin, you're pretty quick," Meng Xiangyang took the two of them to sit down when the seat was much vacant, patted Xi Feiluan on the back and said enthusiastically, "Have you practiced at home before?"

Xi Feiluan nodded slowly: "I often persuade fights."

"Hahahaha, Junior Brother Lin seems to be a peace-loving person!"

"...my praise."

Mo Yin was sandwiched between the two of them, speaking from left to right, his face was as dark as a coal digger who just got out.

After such a barely peaceful afternoon, when the evening approached, a few disciples came outside: "Are they all here? Come on, come out, let's sift people again."

The screening actually went through one round at the registration table, but because of the silver that Meng Xiangyang stuffed, Xi Feiluan didn't know what method was used for the first round of screening this year. The device test is not the root of the five elements that cannot be cultivated at all.

"Come, come, come to my side—" the disciples in front shouted.

They took in more than 100 people this time, and everyone stood looking at each other as the disciple looked at him. They didn't know what selection criteria he was, but the disciple glanced over and over again from the crowd, and suddenly pointed at a few people: "You , you, and you, come out."

Being pointed at by the last one, Xi Feiluan opened his eyes slightly.