Qinghe said softly to Lin Qingyin in the eyes of the onlookers: "I am Qinghe of the Blue Sect. ”

Lin Qingyin raised her eyes, glanced at it, and then she took out a few silver tickets.

Qinghe chuckled: "I don't need a silver ticket, can you test the spiritual root?" ”

"Untested."

She doesn't have a spiritual root.

She doesn't need a spiritual root for revenge.

Qinghe conjured up a transparent spar: "Put your hand on it." ”

Lin Qingyin blinked.

She put the silver ticket away, and then pressed her right hand to follow Kiyowa's words.

The hedron does not react.

Suddenly, a small cold current flowed down his arm to his fingertips, and when the cold current was about to flow to the palm of his hand, Lin Qingyin curled his fingers and withdrew his hand.

"I don't have a spiritual root."

The little girl was extraordinarily calm, and as soon as she arched her hand to Qinghe, she was about to leave.

"Wait."

Lin Qingyin rubbed his index finger and thumb down, and turned around: "What else is the matter with the Immortal Chief?" ”

Qinghe looked at Lin Qingyin, but his eyes were gentle, and his body was full of fairy energy, not annoying.

Qinghe asked: "I see that you are really destined, are you willing to enter the path of cultivating immortals?" The Spiritual Root is not without a solution. ”

The onlookers were envious.

Lin Qingyin also showed a look of surprise.

If you enter the sect and can cultivate, the revenge of exterminating the clan can naturally be avenged.

"Do I have to give anything?"

Qinghe didn't expect Lin Qingyin to ask like this, and his expression was also serious: "Absolute loyalty to the sect." ”

Lin Qingyin looked at the coachman she hired, who was looking at her excitedly.

Lin Qingyin retracted her gaze, her expression was flat, and she arched her hand at Qinghe again: "Yin Han is willing." ”

Ten years of drinking ice is called drinking cold.

"Yin Han? It's a good name, so let me do it. ”

The disciples of the Blue Sect were organizing children to test the spiritual root, and as soon as they raised their eyes, they saw Qinghe leading a little girl back.

"Senior Brother Qinghe, this little girl is going to test the spiritual root?"

"Unexpectedly, she will return to the sect with me."

Qinghe's words attracted the attention of several outer disciples, but it was only a few seconds, and the disciples immediately devoted themselves to the work of measuring the spiritual roots of the children in the town.

In the end, there were only two children in the town who met the conditions, and with Lin Qingyin, a total of three children were carried on a huge and exquisite flying boat.

The two children looked at the flying boat in amazement, and they couldn't help but let themselves make a sound, so as not to cause the fairy to be unhappy.

The gazes of several outer disciples fell on Lin Qingyin at the edge of the flying boat.

Although the two children thought it was novel, no one dared to run to the edge of the flying boat to see it, because the flying boat was a hundred miles above the ground.

And Lin Qingyin was particularly abrupt, she stood on the edge of the flying boat and looked at the clouds outside.

"Is it pretty?"

Qinghe appeared beside Lin Qingyin.

"Beautiful."

Qinghe wasn't curious why Lin Qingyin wasn't afraid, his eyes were leisurely, looking at the clouds with a look of longing, but he was quickly covered up by him.

"Where will I go when I get to the sect?"

I heard those disciples say that the disciples recruited are all to stay in the outer gate.

"The Outer Door."

Lin Qingyin's eyes blinked.

"Hmm."

The flying boat waited in the sky for three days, and the rest of the outer disciples boarded the boat one after another.

When the flying boat returned to the sect, the children on the flying boat plus Lin Qingyin had a total of fifteen people.

"That is the child brought by Senior Brother Qinghe?"

"Don't you just enter the inner door, right?"

Qinghe is the best of the inner disciples of the Blue Sect, and it is not impossible to directly record Lin Qingyin as his master's nominal disciple.

"Hmph, I think she's mediocre." A disciple with blue edges embroidered on a white background snorted coldly.

"Tong Yao, are you jealous?"

"What am I jealous of? This year I will enter the inner door. ”

Tong Yao brushed his sleeves and left.