A figure rushed towards Chu Yuanyang.

Chu Yuanyang's conditioned reflex held up the figure.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry....... ”

The man was like a frightened quail, trembling and constantly apologizing to Chu Yuanyang.

stumbled and wanted to get up from Chu Yuanyang's arms, but after several unsuccessful efforts, he fell back into Chu Yuanyang's arms.

"Sure enough, it's a waste! Hahahaha, Su Manyin, even if you are allowed to enter the Hehuan Sect, what if you are allowed to enter the Hehuan Sect? A pheasant is a pheasant after all, and even if you step on the territory of a phoenix, you will never be able to become a phoenix. ”

"Hahahaha!"

...............。

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl in a pink skirt, holding a brown-red soft whip, followed by three or four girls of the same age, all with a look of mockery and disdain.

The girl in her arms, biting her pink lip, opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to refute, but in the end she didn't say anything and closed her mouth!

"What? want to talk back? hahaha...... Your mother is a flattering wretch, and you don't let it go, and you're also a timid and scared waste, hahahaha....... ”

A girl in a pink skirt, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a round face, a straight nose, and a slightly round and immature posture.

Originally, he looked cute and cute, but at the moment he was holding a whip with his waist crossed, aggressive, and he was a little mean.

looked at the person in his arms again, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, looked up at the woman in the pink skirt, plucked up his courage, and retorted with courage: "My mother is not a wreck!"

"Your mother is not only a wreck, but also a shameless vixen!"

The woman in the pink skirt pointed at the woman on the ground with a whip and scolded when she opened her mouth!

"Vixen, hahaha......!"

"It's a!hahahaha......!"

..................

A few followers behind him repeated the scolding and burst into laughter.

When the others heard the movement here, they stood not far away one after another.

There was only one person, she was dressed in a purple gauze dress, and a thumb-sized lilac crystal fell from her forehead.

Although he is young, his eyes are not clear and innocent, and the demeanor and temperament of the whole person are as if he has experienced great changes and walked out of the wind and waves.

The position she occupied was closest to Chu Yuanyang's side, but a pair of shining eyes did not stay on their side.

"You've gone too far!" said Xianglan, rising from the ground and screaming in righteous rage.

"Miss Ben is not too much, what does it have to do with you?" the woman in pink reached out and pushed a handful of pandans.

"You bully more and less, so you don't have to be ashamed!" Xianglan sat next to Chu Yuanyang, and she was not afraid of the many women in pink skirts.

"Stinky girl, I want you to be nosy!" The woman in the pink skirt was embarrassed, raised her arm, and was about to throw out the soft whip in her hand.

Lan Xiang raised her arm to block.

The woman in the pink skirt threw out with great force, and if it hit Lan Xiang's arm, I am afraid that her skin will immediately open her flesh.

"Smack!"

The strength of the soft whip failed to fall on Lan Xiang as he wished.

"Who are you?"

The woman in the pink skirt grabbed the soft whip and dragged it hard several times, but finally failed to regain the soft whip from Chu Yuanyang's hands.

Chu Yuanyang let go of the whip in his hand, picked up the tearful Su Manyin in his arms, and reached out to pull up Lan Xiang, who was sitting on the ground: "It doesn't matter who I am, it's just that everyone came to participate in the selection of disciples of the Hehuan Sect, which is also a kind of fate, why do you have to make trouble?"

"Hmph, what are you? Teach me a lesson?" the woman in pink raised her whip and struck again.

"This junior sister, I'm a little person, it's nothing, but this place is the realm of the Hehuan Sect, besides, the primary election is not over yet, maybe, every move of all of us has reached the ears of the elders, if we miss the opportunity because of this, ......!" Chu Yuanyang's voice was very light and light, and it seemed to narrate the facts.

The woman in the pink skirt paused, and the whip fell on the ground beside Chu Yuanyang, and a pair of round eyes stared at Chu Yuanyang.

"The waste of the hybrid spirit root?" But after a moment, the woman in the pink skirt smiled sarcastically: "No wonder, only waste will help waste." ”

"If you don't leave quickly, if the elders see it, I'm afraid you'll be in trouble!" Lan Xiang deliberately said very loudly, as if she was afraid that others would not hear her.

The woman in the pink skirt turned her head in a panic and looked around, and finally stomped her foot, glared at Chu Yuanyang, and left a sentence: "Count you lucky!"

After speaking, he took a few followers and left in a hurry.

The crowd of onlookers was also convinced of what Chu Yuanyang said, and hurriedly returned to their original position and stopped moving forward.

The woman in the purple gauze dress couldn't help but raise her eyes and stare sideways at Chu Yuanyang twice.

Chu Yuanyang noticed the sight and looked back.

After seeing Yuanyang's appearance clearly, the woman in the purple gauze dress was disappointed and wanted to retract her gaze, her eyes swept over Chu Yuanyang's side, her eyebrows were low, and when Chu Chu's pitiful Su Manyin paused, and finally looked away.

Chu Yuanyang didn't pay much attention to this little episode.

Xianglan is a kind girl, seeing that Su Manyin's body is still trembling visibly, her sympathy is suddenly overflowing, and she hurriedly goes over to hold her arm, and comforts her in a soft voice.

Su Manyin is also a person who understands etiquette and knows what is good and bad, and thanked Xianglan and Chu Yuanyang several times.

came and went, and the three of them became one, and then they knew why Su Manyin was humiliated.

It turned out that the woman in the pink skirt who was just domineering and flamboyant, was of the same clan as Su Manyin, named Su Shiyun, and was the daughter of Uncle Su Manyin.

And Su Manyin's father is the third in the clan, and Su Manyin is just a concubine born to an aunt.

Auntie, the status of the concubine is not high in the clan, and it is common for small things to sit low.

Fortunately, Su Manyin's qualifications are good, and he is quite diligent in his usual practice, water, wood, earth, and three spiritual roots, plus the five-layer cultivation of qi refining.

In the cultivation realm, there are very few people who can achieve such achievements at a young age.

Therefore, she had the opportunity to come to Hehuanzong to run for election this time.

Yesterday we eliminated a third of the candidates, and today we have a new panic.

"Name!"

The scarlet clothes recruit apprentices and sisters, with a serious face and a businesslike attitude.

"Su Shiyun!"

Su Shiyun restrained her arrogance, with a flattering smile on her face.

"Well, fire, earth, wood, three spirit roots, six layers of qi refining cultivation, this kind of body... , good, good!"

Su Shiyun's face showed joy.

"Stay over there, and you'll move on to the next ring in a moment!"

Su Shiyun nodded again and again in surprise, and followed the direction of the apprentice's finger.

"Name. ”

"Ruan Ziyan!"

Ruan Ziyan's voice was low and soft, like the wind blowing willows, which was refreshing.

"Huh, the single spirit root of the water system?"

This time, the apprentice sister is not calm.

Many candidates also began to be shocked by the discussion.

The Twin Spirit Roots are very few in the cultivation realm, and the entire Hehuan Sect, tens of thousands of disciples, and people with Twin Spirit Roots, are only a few dozen.

The owner of the single spirit root is even more rare than the morning star, and there are only a handful.