When Ah Ting arrived at the main peak hall, the winners of the Dragon Feather Grand Selection were lining up one after another to measure the spirit root.

For these teenagers who have just stepped into the door of cultivation, the merits of the spiritual root determine how far they can go in the future.

On the spacious martial arts stage, there were four people sitting on the upper seat, and there were identity cards on the table in front of everyone, the elder of Shang Shu, the third elder, the fourth elder, and the seventh elder. The first three were all middle-aged monks over half a hundred years old, but the last one sitting behind the identity card of the Seventh Elder was a young man with a crown of jade.

It was the golden feather I saw yesterday.

He was dressed in a Taoist robe, predominantly white, with red foils, and bright gold inscriptions on the cuffs and collar. The little man with wings was still drowsy on his shoulder.

As if sensing Ah Ting's gaze, Jin Yu looked at it from afar, the two glanced at each other, he withdrew his gaze, and said something to the four elders beside him.

At this time, the disciple of the main peak was loudly announcing: "Next, Murong Zhao." ”

Ah Ting was stunned for a moment, and saw Murong Zhao dressed in white and walked onto the stage with an elegant posture.

"Murong Zhao, Murong Zhao!"

"It's that Murong Zhao, the leader of the Dragon Feather Election?"

"Isn't it, Murong Zhao was born in a famous family, and he has already stepped into the door of cultivation with one foot, which is different from us grassroots."

“……”

There were all kinds of whispers around him, some of them were surprised, some were jealous, and some were admired. The girl in white on the stage seemed to have become the focus of everyone's attention in an instant, and she was the center.

Murong Zhao put his hands on the huge metal disc in front of the Great Elder, and after a while, he saw that the disc was shining brightly, and some blue electric light crackled and flickered on the surface of the disk.

Seeing this, several elders all showed appreciation, and the eldest elder touched the black mustache on his chin and announced with a smile:

"Murong Zhao, mutated the Thunder Spirit Root, and entered the main peak to cultivate."

Ah Ting suddenly felt that there was a fierce discussion around him again.

"Mutant Spirit Root? Or is it a mutated thundering root? Oh my God, how can there be such a big gap between people? ”

"Don't think about it, this is a natural talent gap brought out of the mother's womb, let's not have that talent, let's still practice steadily."

“……”

At this time, the Great Elder stepped down from the upper seat and asked kindly, "Murong Zhao, are you willing to worship under my door?" ”

Murong Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic.

The Great Elder's words meant to accept her as a true disciple, as we all know, the true disciple and the inner disciple are completely two completely different classes, not to mention the lowest outer disciple.

"Yes." Murong Zhao hurriedly knelt down, made a big salute, and said, "Disciple to meet Master." ”

"Good, good." The Great Elder touched his beard with relief and said, "You stand behind the body of the teacher, and when you are done, you will return to the main peak with the master to practice." ”

"Yes, Master."

Seeing that a good deed had been accomplished, the main peak disciple who reported the number was about to continue to sign up, but at this time, the four elders stood up and stopped him.

The next moment, Ah Ting saw that his gaze turned to her through the crowd, and he asked, "But Senior Sister Ah Ting, the newly accepted disciple of Senior Uncle Jiguang?" ”

His voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the crowd wonderfully, as if ringing in her ears.

Ah Ting was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

The next moment, the four elders raised one hand, and Ah Ting felt a force hold him up, and when he reacted, he was already standing on the stage.

As soon as she raised her head, she met Murong Zhao's eyes.

The other party looked at her fixedly, with no waves in his eyes, as if he had seen her for the first time.

Ah Ting's heart sank, and he only felt that the biting dog didn't bark.

There was a slight voice from below, such as "So she's the one who walked through the back door."

Ah Ting bowed his hand to several elders, "A few senior brothers." ”

At this point, we have to talk about the generational relationship of Longyu Mountain.

Longyu Mountain has a history of nearly 1,000 years since its establishment, except for those ancestors who have been hidden or extinguished, and now the highest generation of Longyu Mountain is the head of the patriarch Yu Miao Zhenren and his junior brother Huiguang Zhenren.

There are seven closed disciples under the Yumiao real person, the first six are all over half a hundred, only the last closed disciple Jin Yu is less than twenty years old, because of his outstanding talent, he was exceptionally included in the door by the Yumiao real person, and now like the first six elders, he ranks among the seven elders, in Longyu Mountain, those children who are older than him, in turn, call him a little uncle.

And over the years, Jiguang Zhenren has always been known for his loose temperament and lack of cultivation, so although he has a high seniority, few people are willing to worship him, and he himself is too lazy to take apprentices, so for so long, Hui Lingfeng is still deserted, and there is no disciple.

But this year, at this node of Long Yu Da Election, I don't know where to pick up a cheap apprentice Ah Ting.

So no matter what, the elders in the hall are all her senior brothers, and these disciples in the hall are all her nephews.

If you want to say who is the most unwilling at the scene, it must be Murong Zhao.

She went through a lot of hardships to stand out from the Dragon Feather Great Election and become the true disciple of the Great Elder.

Since she saw Ah Ting, do she still have to politely salute and call her uncle?

What a joke, a slave!

Murong Zhao secretly hated in his heart, and he didn't know that he was wringing his fingers, but his face was emotionally restrained, and he quietly looked at the girl in front of him.

At this time, Ah Ting had already put his hand on the Ouija and closed his eyes.

Ah Ting was in a deep dantian, and faintly, he seemed to see many bright points of light flickering in the sea of knowledge, red and green, like starlight in the sky, flickering in the misty universe.

All eyes were attracted to her, and their eyes were focused on the metal disc, and Murong Zhao watched intently.

But at this moment, Ah Ting suddenly frowned.

She felt a sharp pain in her wrist, as if the internal energy in her body was flowing unimpeded in the meridians, but finally suddenly blocked the dull pain in her left wrist.

At the same time, in everyone's field of vision, the metal disc was as before, there was no light or other vision, it was as if it were an ordinary metal disc.

The others on the stage didn't know why, only Jin Yu and Murong Zhao showed thoughtful expressions.

It turns out that the slave contract is so fierce that it can't even peep into the spirit measuring disk, so that people can't even measure the spirit root? The two thought in unison.

Ah Ting suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel the crescent moon mark on his wrist that she had covered with white satin burning for a while.

She withdrew her hand, her face as pale as paper, and her fingertips trembling slightly.

The scene was silent for a while, and then slowly became commotionous.

"What's going on? Didn't glow? No way! ”

"The Ouiji disc is completely unresponsive, does that mean...... She can't practice spiritually? ”

There was another eerie silence, and then the whispering grew louder.

"Wouldn't it? She is a true disciple of the true light of the real person. ”

"It's too dramatic, I'll just say that someone is so unlucky to recognize the real person as the master, it turns out that like things gather, and the wastes huddle together for warmth."

"I don't know if the real person knows if his face hurts."

"I don't know if it hurts or not, but I feel embarrassed when I look at it."

Ah Ting stood in place for a long time, his right hand tightly holding the place where his left hand was wrapped in bandages, and his expression was gloomy and indescribable.

The Great Elder called her several times before she came back to her senses.

"You can try again."

The Great Elder's expression was also a little embarrassed, no matter what, the real person of the light is also their uncle, representing the face of Long Yushan, the little doll in front of him is their junior sister, she is ashamed, Uncle is also ashamed, Uncle is also ashamed, Uncle is also ashamed, and they have no light on their faces.

So he was lucky, maybe there was a mistake in the spirit disk?

But who knows, the cheap junior sister shook her head and said, "No need." ”

"This ......," the Great Elder was immediately embarrassed.

At this time, Murong Zhao behind him stood up, and she said softly and softly: "Master, Senior Uncle Ah Ting may be in a bad state today, I think it is better to let the apprentice send her back to rest and rest first, and Linggen should go back and test again." ”

Ah Ting suddenly raised his head and refused: "No need." ”

The ghost knows what Murong Zhao is thinking in the gourd.

Murong Zhao smiled softly and continued: "Huiling Peak is not close to here, you don't know when you will go by yourself, Senior Uncle Ting don't worry, I will definitely send you back safely." As she spoke, she took out a flying spirit weapon from her body.

For newcomers like them who have just entered the door of cultivation and don't know the art of the sword, the flying spirit weapon is really a treasure.

She can take this thing out and give Ah Ting a ride, and in the eyes of others, whether it is face or lining, it can be regarded as polite and polite, enthusiastic and kind.

However, Ah Ting still refused, looking at Murong Zhao's eyes very defensively.

Murong Zhao glanced at her, the expression on her face was a little weak, and she asked cautiously, "Uncle Ting, are you ...... Do you have any comments on me? ”

Ting: What do you mean by "......"? You Murong Zhao wasn't such a person before! Didn't you take the route of the high iceberg? How can you rob me of my way? I've always been the only one who pretends to be pitiful.

Murong Zhao took the initiative to show affection, but Ah Ting kept refusing, let others see it, and gradually began to feel that she didn't know how to lift.

Someone was whispering, "A waste material with no spiritual path is still so crazy?" "If it weren't for her identity as a true disciple of the true lineage, she wouldn't be worthy of lifting shoes for Murong Zhao." ……

Ting: "......" She inexplicably rose up with a competitive desire to play against Murong Zhao.

Just as he was about to brew his emotions, Jin Yu, who was sitting in the hall, suddenly stood up, and the silver-white flying sword stood beside him, "I'll send my junior sister back." ”

With that, he walked over to Ah Ting.

Murong Zhao was stunned for a moment, the smile on his face froze for a moment, and the hand hanging by his side unconsciously tightly tugged at the corner of his clothes, and a trace of hatred and jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Atin also paused.

The Great Elder hurriedly said, "Then I'll leave it to you, Senior Brother, say hello to Senior Uncle Jiguang for me." ”

Jin Yu nodded, turned his head to look at Ah Ting beside him, and said, "What are you doing in a daze?" ”

Ah Ting came back to his senses and hurriedly climbed on his flying sword.

In front of so many people, she didn't dare to blatantly hold Jin Yu's arm, so she had to stretch out two fingers and tug at the corner of his clothes very politely.

Jin Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at it, but he didn't say anything, but the golden little man on his shoulder flew down and flew around Ah Ting's head.

The flying sword slowly rose, and order was restored in the square again, and the next disciple of the spirit measuring individual had already gone to the martial arts stage, at this time, Ah Ting glanced back and happened to face Murong Zhao below.

As if he was not surprised at all by her retrospective gaze, Murong Zhao sneered and pulled the corners of his mouth, opened his mouth and said silently:

"Cheap thing."

Ah Ting's eyes froze.