Helpless, looking east and west, she could only walk to the open space with difficulty, and she was in a faction of her own.

This operation stunned the rest of the new and old disciples.

also confirmed everyone's vague speculation: she has no one to ask for it yet.

But it was cold, and suddenly remembered what she said yesterday - when did I say that I don't have a master anymore?

He clenched his fists slightly and began to wait.

Lianqing is the same, she seems to be light and light, but in fact, she is so embarrassed that she can't do it.

She felt that the cubs next to her would sneak a glance at her every time they stepped forward to worship her teacher.

She had a hunch that when it was her turn, the expressions of these people would be wonderful.

Especially that kid from Makiyuki.

Others are just curious or regretful, what is his messy face trying to express?

Time passed little by little, and the apprenticeship ceremony also changed from the first outer peak Linlang Peak to the turn of the head of the school.

As the descendant of Liao Feng, Han Zhi paused slightly when he passed by Lianqing's side.

"Why save us?"

Lian Qing reacted for a moment before realizing that it was him who was speaking.

She thought for a moment: "Maybe, look at your eyes?" ”

Han Zhi still had a lot to ask, but he didn't know what to ask, so he finally walked to Yan Liao Peak with the others.

"Thank you, I remember this kindness."

Lian Qing felt that the plot of this life seemed to be different from before.

Let's say the Demon Slayer Sword.

In the original plot, after Hu Qingqing defeated the centipede demon with difficulty, he took the demon slayer away and handed it over to Hanzhi for safekeeping.

The mysterious demon man did not appear.

If you think about it, where does the plot start?

Ah, it seems that it was wrong from the beginning.

Hu Qingqing apprenticed to the master, but now she is her senior brother!

Lian Qing scratched her head, and suddenly found that everyone's eyes fell on her.

She realized that it was her turn.

Just as I was about to tell the head of the house that the master was not there, or I would come back another day, I saw a person slowly walking out from behind the peak masters.

Obviously, they are all white sect clothes, and they have a different temperament when they are worn on Xuan Lan.

The rest of the disciples also saw Xuanlan's appearance clearly for the first time.

Rao was used to being shocked by the extraordinary appearance of immortal cultivators in Xuantianmen these days, and he couldn't help but want to exclaim at this moment.

It's just that when Xuan Lan's gaze swept lightly, they had to instinctively swallow back the exclamation that rushed halfway.

Can't.

Don't dare to make times, don't dare to collide.

It's Uncle Shi.

Why did Uncle Shi appear here?

Why do you show your true face today?

When everyone else was wondering, Han Xin sighed "It's really so".

Makiyuki was speechless, staring anxiously, looking at the posture, he wanted to rush to Hanzhi and grab his collar and shake it so that he could explain it well.

Fortunately, Uncle Xuanlan did not have the habit of whetting people's appetites.

After he appeared, his gaze only swept over everyone very calmly, and then fell on Lianqing.

The corners of his mouth curled, and then he seemed to frown again.

Lian Qing turned her head to look at it, and saw that the magic robe that she didn't wear because she was too bright and blind floated over, and then, she couldn't see what Xuan Lan had done, so the magic robe floated to Lianqing by herself, and she spontaneously adjusted the size.

Lianqing: ......

What does she want to keep a low profile?

The disciples were already stunned, who knew that this was not the end.

Seeing that Uncle Shi had made preliminary preparations and nodded slightly at them, the head cleared his throat-

"Xuantian Peak apprenticeship, start now!"

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