Chapter 1320: My Brother Is a Villain 17

Nie Shuangshuang put down Feng Feiyu, said a few words, and then went up the mountain on her own, and then she just had to wait for Feng Feiyu to climb up on Wanzhongtai.

There are a total of 10,000 steps leading to the Wanzhong Platform, and for those who have just prepared to apprentice and have not yet started cultivating, this 10,000 steps is definitely a powerful test.

In fact, climbing this step is also a test of perseverance, and when you get here, even some disciples of the Xianmen family who come to apprentice will be sealed and cultivated, and climb up with the same physical quality as mortals.

And at this time, the first to climb up is undoubtedly the one who gives the master the longest face, and it is also the best, so although he doesn't say it on the surface, everyone is secretly competing to see whose apprentice is better.

On the platform, there was a row of chairs carved from ice jade, and a group of masters waiting to receive apprentices were dressed up and sat on it, each holding a teacup, drinking tea and waiting.

Nie Shuangshuang has a high status, sitting first on the right side, and Pei Ling, as the host, sits in the main seat in the middle.

Everyone waited from the hazy sunlight in the morning until the noon sun was high, and finally the first disciple climbed onto the Wanzhong platform, which was the new personal disciple of the deputy sect master Pei Ling, a girl named Qin Meng.

The stairs to climb Wanzhongtai are not only long, but also have a suppressive force on it, and it is very steep, to be able to climb Wanzhongtai in such a short time from morning to noon, this Qin Meng's perseverance and roots are very good.

Nie Shuangshuang looked at Qin Meng, he was a mortal, he had not cultivated before, although the immortal root could improve a person's physique, even a mortal was not comparable to the physical fitness of ordinary mortals who did not have an immortal root.

But the physical strength of girls is weaker than that of men, and when they are not cultivating, they can crush those boys, they are a material that can be made, Nie Shuangshuang is satisfied in his heart, the more geniuses in Tianjimen, the better.

Pei Ling was also very happy, his disciple was so good, he also had a long face, and there was some satisfaction on his face, but he still suppressed a smile and said to Qin Meng with a serious expression: "Stand behind as a teacher." ”

Qin Meng was also very tired when she climbed to the platform in such a short time, her legs were still trembling slightly at the moment, and her whole body was very sore from excessive fatigue.

However, Qin Meng still straightened his body, walked behind Pei Ling and stood up, waiting for the other disciples to climb up.

Pei Ling is not a person who does not feel sorry for her disciple, after Qin Meng stood behind Pei Ling, he found that a warm current was transmitted from the ground to the soles of her feet, and then along the soles of her feet, it quickly swam in her meridians, which quickly relieved the fatigue of her whole body.

Qin Meng looked at the master who was sitting in front of him, and his heart warmed, it turned out that Pei Ling took great pains to channel the spiritual power from her feet into the ground, and then sent it into her body from Qin Meng's feet to relieve her fatigue.

The people around congratulated Pei Ling for a while, congratulating him on his good intentions, Pei Ling had a straight face, and his mouth was even average, not worth mentioning, but the smugness in his eyes couldn't be hidden, and the people who looked at it had sore teeth.

Everyone waited for about an hour, and the next disciple who climbed up appeared on Wanzhongtai, and since then, one disciple after another has climbed onto Wanzhongtai, but one by one they are very embarrassed.

Among them, the disciples who were especially accepted by a few people sitting on the main seat climbed up the fastest, which was also normal, and the people sitting on the main seat were all great cultivators like Nie Shuangshuang.

As a great cultivator, he naturally will not waste time teaching those who are not qualified to immortal roots, but focus on teaching those geniuses with good talents, so that they can cultivate better talents to continue the Tianji Gate.

And those with poor qualifications may not be able to worship good masters, and those masters with low cultivation do not mean that they are not geniuses.

It's just that they haven't cultivated to the level of a great cultivator, and a low-level cultivator doesn't mean that they won't be able to teach good apprentices.

Therefore, when many Xianmen disciples who come to apprentice are sure that their qualifications are not good, they do not want to worship the great monk as a teacher, but hope to worship a master whose cultivation is not too high, but is a genius.

Having said that, the few great cultivators sitting on the main seat had already stood behind their own disciples, and only Nie Shuangshuang was still empty behind him, which made him a little embarrassed.

Of course, Nie Shuangshuang himself did not feel embarrassed, but the onlookers felt that Nie Shuangshuang's personal disciple was not angry, embarrassing Nie Shuangshuang, and embarrassing Nie Shuangshuang.

Many people were peeking at Nie Shuangshuang, although Nie Shuangshuang looked very normal, but this torture hall master had always been expressionless outside, so that people couldn't see what they were thinking.

At the moment, her face was so calm, but who knew if she was already annoyed in her heart.

Coupled with Nie Shuangshuang's reputation for being cold, many people began to worry about what would happen to this apprentice who had disgraced Nie Shuangshuang in the future, and he would not be pulled out by Nie Shuangshuang's cramps!

And Nie Shuangshuang, who was worried and secretly annoyed in his heart, was actually distracted with a teacup, and his head was full of thoughts: "My mouth is so light, I really want to eat, last time Wanweiju had a sesame oil hundred phoenix wings good."

It's a pity that she is accepting apprentices, and on such an important day, she can only sit on the platform as a Bodhisattva, and drink some tea by the way, on such a solemn occasion, she is not allowed to eat at all. ”

After the monk arrives at Jindan, he only needs to absorb the aura, and he can live without eating or drinking at all, but it is still the same sentence, if he lives like a living dead, what is the point of cultivating immortals and immortals.

Everyone is not afraid of appetite, and the restaurants and restaurants in this immortal cultivation world are blooming everywhere, each with its own characteristics, and Wanweiju is just one of the best.

As for Nie Shuangshuang, the previous Nie Shuangshuang had a very weak desire for appetite, but now Nie Shuangshuang is different, she remembered it once she ate Wanweiju's dishes, and she hated to eat eight meals a day.

Fortunately, the monk can use the Qiankun Ring to pack things in a bag, and he can use the food in his abdomen to dissolve the food in his abdomen with spiritual energy, otherwise Nie Shuangshuang's way of eating will become a big fat man sooner or later.

As early as when he got food for Feng Feiyu before, Nie Shuangshuang packed a piece of food from Qiankun Ring, and ate it secretly in the house alone when he had nothing to do.

The reason why he wanted to eat secretly alone was mainly because Nie Shuangshuang felt that his appearance of eating with a cold face was too destructive.

It was also Nie Shuangshuang's great prestige that no one dared to enter Nie Shuangshuang's house without Nie Shuangshuang's consent, which kept Nie Shuangshuang's cold image and did not surprise people's eyes.

In the past two days, she has eaten well, and she suddenly fasted, she hasn't eaten for most of the day, Nie Shuangshuang feels uncomfortable, especially when she has a Qiankun ring in her hand, thinking about all kinds of delicacies in it, she really wants to eat!

Nie Shuang's eyes fell on the entrance of Wanzhongtai, his eyes were faintly blue, and he was full of thoughts: "When will Feng Feiyu, this bear child, climb up, hurry up and go back to eat." ”