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After the deathly silence, Lin still had a slight change in his face, his cheeks were red, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed, anyway, the overall situation was a little bad.

Mo Xianchen's face instantly sank as if he could drip ink, and his strength deduced what is called face black.

However, the party wolf three knives didn't seem to feel it, looking like Lao Tzu was wronged, Lao Tzu was very unhappy, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, looking very angry, as if Mo Xianchen answered, he was going to kill it.

Mo Xianchen's thin lips were pursed, looking at the three waves in front of him, he secretly spit out a breath of aggrievedness, and then said lightly:

"Since it's a rumor, it's better not to get angry about unnecessary things."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and motioned for the wolf to sit down and dissipate his breath, and when his breath returned to stability, as if nothing had happened just now, he asked calmly:

"Five days later, it will be the secret realm trial once every ten years for the disciples of the sect, I discussed with the elders, and I plan to send five disciples of the foundation building period and a Jindan Peak Lord to go together, I don't know if Uncle Ancestor has any other proposals?"

He just said this in passing to relieve the embarrassment, in fact, the candidates have been arranged, and Mo Xianchen himself didn't expect what a person like Lang Sandao would say, but today's Lang Sandao is destined to refresh Mo Xianchen's new cognition.

Yan Bei and Zhu Zao never shy away from talking in the kitchen, as early as a few days ago, Lang Sandao heard Yan Bei say that she was going to go to the trial with Mo Dyan Xiang.

At first, he planned to see how this apprentice managed to insert himself, but now it seems that he might as well take the opportunity to surprise her.

Feeling the pair of eyes on his side that suddenly became hot, Lang Sandao curled his lips and smiled, and said:

"A few people asked, if the senior uncle didn't say anything, it seemed that he was a little reluctant."

Mo Xianchen: You don't need to be careful!

"Then let your uncle go with you to see the world, speaking of which, it is also a new disciple I just accepted, and I haven't had time to inform the sect master yet, don't be surprised by the sect master."

"That's right"

Is there anything you can't say in one breath!

Mo Xianchen's heart was extremely broken.

Lang Sandao only felt the displeasure emanating from the person opposite, and said with a smile:

"Sect Master, Yan Bei is also a member of our sect, that example or something, do you want to prepare it according to the specifications?"

"Yes! Uncle Shi is right! Mo Xianchen couldn't sit still, so he immediately stood up and said goodbye.

"Then Xianchen will go and prepare, Uncle Shi, farewell!"

Lang Sandao wanted to add something, Mo Xianchen had already led the strange-looking Lin Yijian to fly away.

At that speed, there was no figure in the blink of an eye, only to see Lang Sandao shaking his head again and again, with a trace of loss in his eyes, and sighed in a low voice:

"Alas~, what are you doing running so fast? Lao Tzu doesn't eat people."

After sighing, he looked sideways to the side and jokingly: "How?" Don't thank you for being a teacher? ”

Yan Bei himself didn't expect Lang Sandao to be so powerful, and he solved his troubles at once, and when he heard his question at this moment, he was very embarrassed, and immediately stood up, bent down and arched his hand:

"Thank you, Master! Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy! Disciple admire! ”

"You don't look at who your master and I are! Okay, you're going down the mountain in a few days, you go to the sect master first to say hello, let him arrange arrangements for you, if you don't want anything, just ask, if he doesn't allow it, you just say that it's for the teacher to let you ask for it, and I'm embarrassed not to give it to him. ”

Explaining, Lang Sandao yawned, seemed to be a little tired, waved his hand, and signaled that Yan Bei could retreat.

"Thank you, Master!" After Yan Bei said this sentence very sincerely, he retreated, picked up the paper crane specially prepared for her under the corridor, and went straight to the Hanguang Palace.

Lang Sandao watched the white crane go away, yawned again, smiled at the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes and rested.

As soon as Mo Xianchen entered the main hall with his front foot, Yan Bei chased after him with his back foot, and he was very shameless in the name of his master, got the list of other disciples who led the team to build the foundation, and also took a bag of spirit stones, and then set off to pick up Zhu Zao, and told her the good news.

Mo Xianchen thought that this was the case at first, but when he saw that Yan Bei had been sent out, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But his breath was still relieved too early, on the day the Sword Sect disciples set off, when he saw Zhu Zao, who was standing beside Yan Bei and probing his brain, Mo Xianchen's face darkened.

That's not all, just when he was about to remind Yan Bei not to be too presumptuous, the third elder actually personally led his own waste material overlord Ouyang Yu over, and in front of all the disciples, sent Ouyang Yu and the two foundation building monks who protected him onto the flying boat.

At that moment, Yan Bei noticed that the face of the sect master was swarthy, but unfortunately, elders are elders, they have some privileges that others don't have, and as the sect master, Mo Xianchen sometimes has no way to take them.

Now in front of all the disciples, if he stepped forward to stop him, he would not only anger the Third Elder, but also lose face.

So, Mo Xianchen didn't say anything aggrieved, and after routinely instructing the leader Ziyun Zhenren, the leader of Zifeng Peak, to be careful in everything, he turned around and left, and even forgot to say goodbye to Lin still in anger.

Of course, what he wanted to tell Lin Yi to explain it had already been explained before he left, and now it was the same whether he said it or not.

Ziyun Zhenren watched the sect master return to the hall, until he couldn't see the figure, then he turned around, looked at the trial disciples in front of him, nodded at Yan Bei and the other five foundation building team leaders, and started with Yan Bei, and introduced them one by one:

"This is the disciple of Elder Taishang of Daoshan, according to the seniority, I also want to call the senior uncle ancestor, you disciples, in order to distinguish well, also call the senior uncle ancestor with me."

When the words fell, all the disciples immediately bowed their hands and called them uncles and ancestors.

Yan Bei nodded and smiled, and with a wave of his hand, he helped everyone up.

This hand was exposed at the right time, and the eyes of the disciples suddenly became fiery and yearning, and the meaning of worship was overflowing.

Next is the other four foundation building disciples, all of them are the rest of the four peak master sitting disciples, the highest cultivation is the late stage of foundation building, the lowest is the middle stage of foundation building, in this foundation building monk can dominate one side of the cultivation realm, such a configuration can only be worthy of the big sects.

What's more, there is also Ziyun Zhenren, a Jindan monk, basically the disciples don't need to worry about their lives outside the secret realm.

Now that the people have been introduced, the next step is the grouping problem.

The disciples who participated in the trial on this trip are all excellent disciples who are cultivating to build a foundation and practicing qi above the fifth layer, because the number of places is limited, there are only fifty places, and the sect has held a competition before, and used their strength to fight for places for themselves.