Ye Yuyao suddenly pulled out his sword, and slashed at the gate, the two collided and made a sound of gold and iron clashing, the gate was unharmed, but his arm was sore.

"Just refining qi, you can't even hurt a piece of my skin if you cut it for a day."

The man on the door said with a smug face.

Seeing its appearance, Ye Yuyao deliberately said disdainfully,

"Can you stop me with just one broken door? Believe it or not, I dismantled you. ”

"Hahahahaha, I haven't heard such a funny joke in a long time."

The face is wide open, and the smile is straight.

"Then let's make a bet that if I can make a hole in your broken door, you'll let us in."

Ye Yuyao showed a sly smile.

"Okay, if you can rub a piece of patent leather off me, I'll let you in."

The face swears by the promise.

Ye Yuyao's dantian's aura quickly gathered on the sword body, and with a slight stroke, a golden arc was drawn in midair.

She deliberately controlled the aura in her body and only injected a little bit into the sword body, and a faint golden flame emerged from the tip of the sword.

Even if it was just a flame, the consumption was very huge for Ye Yuyao now, and with just a few breaths, the spiritual power in her body was about to bottom out.

"Give me a sword!"

Ye Yuyao stabbed at the gate, this time he directly poked a hole, and the golden flames slowly encroached along the hole, burning a small hole after a while.

"Whew! It's so hot, it's burning me! If you don't come again, I'm going to be burned, old man! ”

The faces of the people at the gate were full of pain and they wailed loudly.

Suddenly, a phantom appeared, turning into a white-robed old man, with black hair and black beard but white temples, the old man stretched out his hand, and the burning golden flame was sucked into his sleeve in a spiral, leaving only an ugly black hole.

He patted his sleeve, and the ferocious golden flames completely dissipated into the air.

"This flame is so domineering."

The old man's face was a little strange and he looked at Ye Yuyao.

"Little guy, you're going to burn down the gate of our academy if you come here without saying a word, how do you think I should punish you?"

Ye Yuyao was also a little stunned, and this person didn't know what cultivation could easily dissolve his golden flames.

"The kid is a newcomer, and he is willing to be punished by his seniors."

Ye Yuyao said respectfully.

"Then let's do it, I will punish you for cleaning the old man's room, taking care of the flowers and spirit animals, and if you do well, I will accept you as a disciple."

At this time, not only Ye Yuyao was taken aback, but even the gate that was burned with a hole was also taken aback.

"Old thing, you're crazy! There are only two places a year, and he is not a student of our college! ”

The old man didn't answer it, but looked at Ye Yuyao with a smile,

"Are you acceptable?"

Although Ye Yuyao was puzzled, she still said,

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Wait a minute, I'll treat Lao Men's injury."

The old man took out a jade bottle from his arms, pulled the stopper, and an alluring aura of vitality emanated. Sticking out his finger, a drop of jade-colored juice flew out and dripped onto the door.

The face on the door couldn't help but shout,

Refreshing!

The sound was like thunder, forming a wave of sound visible to the naked eye that swept around.

Ye Yuyao's body trembled, spit out a mouthful of blood, her spirit was a little sluggish, and Ye Xuanyu's state was even worse.

"Old man, pay attention, they can't resist your coercion."

"No way, this Qingqiong jade juice is too comfortable." The old door smashed his mouth twice, and his face was full of comfort.

The old man sighed helplessly, first patted Ye Xuanyu on the back, helped her force the bruises out, and then gave each of them a healing pill.

Ye Yuyao couldn't help but glance at the gate after taking it, but he didn't expect that an ordinary gate could hit himself hard with an unintentional roar.

"It's not a gate, it's a spiritual artifact, and there's no shame in you being hurt by it."

The old man seemed to see what she was thinking, and explained to her.

"Spiritual weapons?"

"What you have in your hand is just mortal iron, even if it is the commander of the three armies in an ordinary dynasty, or the Hundred Battles Divine Soldier used by the Ninety-Five Supreme, or the Zhenguo Emperor Weapon, it can only be regarded as a treasure weapon, and the spiritual weapon is still on it."

"But he's..."

"Haha, you want to say that he was easily burned by you? You know that he can resist your flame on his own, and if he were to resist you, you wouldn't even be able to light the flame. ”

"Thank you for telling me."

Ye Yuyao said respectfully.

"It's okay, come in with me."

"This letter of recommendation."

Ye Yuyao took out the letter, which was full of saliva and stuck to her hands wetly.

"Don't look at it.

Ye Yuyao took back the bag, the old man pointed lightly, and the door opened.

"Come with me."

Ye Yuyao pulled Ye Xuanyu and followed behind the old man.

There are many buildings in the Rime Academy, and the surrounding buildings are arched against the three most conspicuous tall buildings in the middle, and a faint mist emanates from one of the tall towers, covering the entire academy.

The old man took Ye Yuyao and walked towards the most central area, surrounded by many young men and girls in white robes with star stripes, and when he saw the old man, he hurriedly bowed and shouted respectfully.

"Dean."

The old man nodded with a smile, with a smug look on his face, but Ye Yuyao behind him made everyone puzzled.

"Who is this? How come you've never seen it? ”

"It won't be the dean's new disciple!"

"No, isn't the quota set inside, Senior Sister Cang and Senior Brother Yuan."

"Let's go tell them first."

At this time, in a bamboo forest in the Wurime Academy, Cang Ling was drinking tea leisurely, and suddenly a cold ice flying knife shot out, as fast as lightning, and when she was about to hurt her, Cang Ling flicked her fingers, and the cold ice flying knife was hit by an invisible energy, and it was tilted to the side.

"I said, is it necessary to do this every time? What should I do if I don't stop it? ”

A man came out from behind the bamboo forest, his face was as cold as frost, and his figure was slender and straight.

"If you can't stop it, if you die, you'll die."

Cang Ling rolled his eyes,

"Slightly~."

"I'll bring you a piece of news, Dean Fu has brought back a person, who may be a newly accepted disciple."

"Oh."

Cang Ling's face was as usual,

"Don't you feel angry?" The man looked at her with some surprise,

Cang Ling smiled lightly,

"No, now I can justifiably let Yuan Chongming get out."

In the martial arts training ground of the Wurime Academy, the sound of banging bang bang fist to the flesh resounded throughout the entire venue, and the bronze dummy used for practice was beaten and there was not even a piece of intact place on the body.

"Oh no, Senior Brother Yuan!"

Bang, the bronze dummy's head flew out and landed at the man's feet.

"Say!"

Yuan Chongming was sweating profusely and panting, but his eyes were not tired at all.

"The dean seems to have recruited a new disciple."

"What!"

Yuan Chongming grabbed the man's collar and lifted it up easily.

"Meta... Senior Brother Yuan, it's not decided yet, I'm just here to talk to you. ”

Yuan Chongming snorted and put him down,

"I'm going to see who dares to take my place."