Zhang Ming has now inspired the "Yin Yang Xuanyan", with his extraordinary eyesight, the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect in the Fengyuntai martial arts competition really have no special talents, let alone disciples with unique talents.

He didn't have a clear answer, Yi Bailian was secretly anxious, and finally she called the three personal disciples into the deputy sect master hall and let Zhang Ming look over to see how much potential there was.

Yi Bailian has three personal disciples, two male disciples and one female disciple, two male disciples are seventeen years old, and the female disciples are still little girls and only thirteen years old. The three of them came to Zhang Ming and stood up, he didn't judge him, he just opened the "Yin and Yang Xuanyan" at the center of his eyebrows and looked at it, and asked them to leave.

"Mr. Zhang, how is it? Not bad, right? Yi Bailian really wanted to hear a few words of praise from his mouth.

"The Yin-Yang Sect is a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, and when it recruits disciples, isn't there a time when the root bones verify the magic weapon? A spiritual artifact for talent verification? Zhang Ming asked without stretching his eyebrows.

"The historical records of the sect recorded a hundred years ago, but there were civil strife one after another, the root bone measurement magic weapon, and the talent determination spirit weapon were lost, and their whereabouts are still unknown, which makes it extremely difficult to recruit disciples with good potential and high talent today." Yi Bailian did not hide her words.

Zhang Ming sighed with emotion: "Alas, the situation of the sects inherited from the ancient Wuyin world is estimated to be similar. Since the deputy sect masters of the Yin Yang Sect around you are willing to surrender themselves and follow me, they naturally have to help you. These three disciples of yours are all ordinary people, and their root bone talent is just like that."

"In addition to the three of them, this outer disciple also has this inner disciple, you make an exception to accept them as personal disciples." Grabbing her right hand, the tip of his right index finger writing two names in her palm.

Yi Bailian was a little confused: "These two disciples don't seem to be outstanding. ”

"The roots and talents of the two of them are indeed not outstanding, but they have a ruthlessness that dares to fight, and they are not blindly brutal, there are many ghosts, and more importantly, these two people value love and righteousness, and the virtue of disciple cultivation is extremely important, no one in this world likes white-eyed wolves, right?"

When Yi Bailian heard this, she bowed slightly: "Well, no one in this world will like it, of course I agree with this." ”

That night, Yi Bailian summoned the original three personal disciples, plus the two personal disciples who had just been recruited exceptionally, to the palace of the deputy sect master.

Zhang Ming's mind moved, and he took out five bottles of the Nine Grades "Talent Psychic Pill" from the "Lingguang Acceptance Ring" on the finger of his left hand, motioned to the five young people to kneel in front of Yi Bailian, and admonished: "I will give you a creation with your master, you must remember that today's incident cannot be said to outsiders!" ”

The five young men kowtowed and made a grand wish. Each stretched out his hands to take the white jade bottle from Zhang Ming's hand, pulled out the cork, and poured the pill from the white jade bottle into his mouth without hesitation, the pill slid into the esophagus and entered the stomach, sat on the futon in front of him, closed his eyes and concentrated on refining the pill in his stomach.

Knowing that there was a master and this mysterious senior around them to protect the Fa, their bodies and minds relaxed, and they quickly proceeded to a state of mysterious and mysterious practice.

Yi Bailian cast the "Void Xuanyin" directional question: "Mr. Zhang, what kind of elixir did you give them?" ”

"Have you ever heard of the 'Talent Psychic Pill'? They are. Zhang Ming also used "Void Xuanyin" to reply in a directional manner.

"Ahh What you gave them was the 'Gifted Channeling Elixir'? I heard that the secular world has bid it up to one billion in super auction companies, and it is priceless in the market, you and you...... You actually took out five bottles at the same time, do you want me to owe you a huge favor? "Yi Bailian is the deputy sect master of the Yin Yang Sect, and the news is not closed.

Zhang Ming looked at her very meaningfully: "Isn't your disciple my disciple?" I found that there is also an undercurrent in the hidden ground of your Yin Yang Sect, and many things are convenient to do in person, if there are outstanding disciples who can do it for them, it will be easy to do it. ”

This is like doing business as a shopkeeper, Zhang Ming is very good at this, and of course, more importantly, Yi Bailian shows that he is willing to follow her for life, and he naturally takes care of her in every way.

Twelve hours later, the five young men in front of him opened their bright eyes one after another, and knelt down again with excitement on their faces.

Yi Bailian's personal disciple bowed and said, "Master, I can't figure out a lot of things in my cultivation and can't understand thoroughly, but now I have all had an epiphany, thank you, Master, thank you, Patriarch." ”

"Hao Ming, as their senior brother, remember that keeping a low profile is the king now, and you must learn to endure and learn to hide your strength." Yi Bailian earnestly taught: "You take your younger brothers and sisters to cultivate, don't think that if you are talented, you will be ambitious, you must have a solid foundation." ”

"Disciples remember the teachings of Master and Master." Her five personal disciples said in unison.

"Get up! Hao Bin, you will take your junior brothers and sisters to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion tomorrow to choose the exercises. After Yi Bailian gave the order, she beckoned the five personal disciples to leave.

Zhang Ming got up and came to the golden silk nan wood carved sofa to lie down: "It's really tiring to sit seriously. ”

Yi Bailian got up and came to him with a smile: "I'm tired, then let me give you a loose bone massage, the technique is a little rusty, and I hope Mr. Zhang won't dislike it." ”

Zhang Ming was tired of leaning on the sofa, his eyes closed and enjoying the massage of the deputy sect master of the Yin Yang Sect, if this scene was seen by those elders and disciples, he was afraid that his jaw would drop in shock.

Just when Zhang Ming was relieved, Yi Bailian's brother Yi Jingyun pushed the door in, even if he knew that his sister and Zhang Ming had become Taoist couples, but he witnessed the scene in front of him with his own eyes, and he was so shocked that his mouth opened and he could stuff a fist, is this still the sister whose eyes are higher than the top?

"Sister, my brother is also tired, why don't you also massage the loose bones?" I Chingyun quipped.

"Do you have such a master to serve you, and you need me to help? Don't think that I don't know that the white fox sister-in-law's massage technique is superb, my clumsy technique is still taught by her. Yi Bailian glanced at her brother: "What is the matter that the sect master has to come over in person?" ”

Yi Jingyun doted on his twin sister very much: "I sensed that your palace aura fluctuated abnormally, and I was worried that something would happen to you, so I came to take a look, but I didn't expect to see this scene, it was too fragrant." ”

"Let's go! Don't tease me, or you'll look good, huh! Yi Bailian glared at her brother, regardless of whether it existed or not, and concentrated on the massage in front of her.

Yi Jingyun attaches great importance to this life and family affection, and is not annoyed by his sister's anger, sitting at the coffee table with no face and no skin, making a pot of flower and fruit tea by himself, leisurely, squinting his eyes and tasting it with the original taste.

Feel refreshed and taste a comfortable state of mind.

Zhang Ming's right eye opened a thin slit slightly, and when he saw Yi Jingyun's unbeaten appearance, he scolded in his heart, too impersonal, too incomprehensible, so disturbing your sister's good deeds, ill-intentioned, hum.