957 No Interest
Looking at the old man's sighing face, a ghostly light flashed in Jian Yiyi's eyes.
"It's just a little bit of a scratch, and it needs to be improved." Jian Yiyi replied very politely.
When Lu Chenghuan heard the girl like this, he naturally thought that it was just a kind word, after all, the woman's medical skills were in everyone's eyes, and it was not just a skin.
"Have you considered entering the sect to study, this experience, and you can make more progress by studying with those doctors." But Wan Nanke couldn't help but be direct.
I've missed it once before, and the old man doesn't want to miss such a good seedling again.
Lu Chenghuan, who was on the side, was a little surprised to hear that the old man actually started to invite people so directly.
After all, that Xuanzong is one of the four major sects of the Wind Capital City, and that status is naturally useless, and the sects of the other state capitals are not comparable to those in the Wind Capital City at all, and they are not all the way at all.
Therefore, these cultivators are all proud to be able to enter the four major sects.
It's just that the threshold of those sects is extremely high, and it is not easy for ordinary people to enter at will, even if they are royal people, even if they want to enter that sect, they have to rely on their own abilities.
Isn't it surprising that such a place that people can only admire, and now takes the initiative to invite a newborn woman?
"Not interested." Jian Yiyi's answer was also very simple.
It is estimated that these sects are all for those cultivators to enter, and there must be more than just studying medicine, it should be a place like a school.
There are too many rules to enter such a place, which is not conducive to acting alone, and it is really inconvenient.
So Jian Yiyi didn't plan to go in.
After all, she's a person who will leave here at any moment.
Seeing the girl so open, without a trace of hesitation, Wan Nanke felt a trace of frustration.
When this normal cultivator heard that he was going to enter the Xuanzong, he probably had tears in his eyes and was full of joy, right?
But the woman in front of her didn't have the slightest interest, and there was no trace of waves in her eyes, was their Xuanzong so inconspicuous?
Wan Nanke said that he was a little injured and depressed.
Lu Chenghuan on the side was also stunned when he heard that Jian Yiyi was so thoughtless and refused directly.
That's the Xuanzong that cultivators want to enter!
"I'm used to being free, and I can't stand that kind of restraint." Jian Yiyi had a hint of apology in her eyes.
After all, the old man also sincerely invited her, and it was inevitable that he would not go away with it.
"This person has his own ambitions, and the old man will not force it." Wan Nanke's face was frustrated.
He was rejected, rejected by a girl.
It's so sad.
"However, if I could, I would like to make a friend with excellent medical skills like you, this road to studying medicine is endless, and it is okay to learn from each other in the future." The corners of Jian Yiyi's mouth curled, and her eyes were bent into a moon.
Feeling the kindness coming from Jian Yiyi's body, Na Wan Nanke was slightly stunned, and then quickly reacted.
"It's an honor for the old man to make a friend like you." Wan Nanke had already begun to think about various plans in his heart.
Well, making friends or something is secondary, the old man is thinking about this for a long time, and when he doesn't move, that girl sees how powerful their Xuanzong is, and maybe she joins directly.
Wan Nanke said that he has this confidence.
"Elder Wan is polite." Jane Yiyi was well-behaved.
In fact, she thought in her heart that she had more friends here, and it would definitely be much easier to find this Mu Qifeng in the future.
After all, looking at the old man in front of him, it seems that his status is quite high.
Regarding the distribution of some sects in this world, Jian Yiyi has not figured it out for the time being, of course, it is just because she is not interested.