Look at the little shoulders exposed by the little Zhengtaiguo, the bells and whistles, the short and tight tiger skin skirt, the exposed little long legs, and the chicken feathers fluttering in the wind in the hair!

It's all an immortal pose!

Sure enough, the old ancestor is the old ancestor.

The vision is different from others, and the selected apprentices are mavericks!

Look at themselves, ordinary shortshirts and trousers, or ordinary long shirts, and what kind of golden fairy clothes.

It's just an ordinary outfit that makes people want to complain and is not conspicuous when thrown into the crowd!

No wonder the ancestors don't like it!

There is a villain in everyone's hearts, beating his chest in secret, eager to pick up his clothes and wear the same style as Beisansan.

I beg the mercy of my ancestors!

Since then, the Shangqing Sect has blown a trend of animal skin clothing, even if you can't hunt the fierce tiger beasts, you can also pick up the snake skin that the snake beasts don't want to wrap around, you can see animal skin people everywhere, and even someone got the skin of a giant python, made a long robe, and showed off in front of the disciples of the sect, attracting the envy of everyone, looking from a distance, like a humanoid snake.

No matter how bad it is, it is also fashionable to pluck two chicken feathers and insert them in the hair.

As a result, the male chickens raised in the backyard of the Shangqing Sect suffered.

In particular, the most beautiful and smooth feathers on their tails have been almost stripped naked.

Then it appeared on the hair of the disciples of the Shangqing Sect.

The question has also changed from today's cultivation to becoming, the chicken feathers you are inserting today are really beautiful.

Bei Sansan, who almost deviated from the aesthetics of the disciples of the Shangqing Sect, walked in front of Qiao An, and made a disciple salute to Qiao An decently, and said, "Disciple Bei Sansan, I have seen the master." ”

The sect master glanced at Beisansan, smiled kindly, and said to Qiao An: "Ancestor, after entering the inner gate, the title of disciple will be taken by the master, or enter the hexagram gate to calculate, you see ......"

Qiao An glanced at Bei Sansan's tiger-like outfit and thought for a moment.

Also at this time.

Another voice rang out in the square

"The Nether Scattered Cultivation Realm is the same, I have seen all the immortals, I have seen the ancestors."

Scenery......

Joan's eyes flickered.

"The first five trials have been released, close the mountain gate!"

A strong and ethereal voice came out from the fairyland held up by the immortals, and the picture in the fairyland dimmed, turned into a small mirror and flew into the hands of the sect master.

The whole square seemed to shake, the sky was glowing with colorful light, and those who had not yet reached the top of the mountain looked up and could see the colorful clouds flying overhead, and the strong and ethereal sound fell on everyone's ears, becoming the sound of their defeat.

Some people hung their heads decadently, and some people looked up at the top of the mountain, their eyes showed envy, and they murmured unconsciously.

"I wonder who this lucky fifth person is?"

Joan looked at the fifth person.

The man lowered his eyes and saluted, dressed in short clothes and coarse cloth clothes, compared with the noble sons and disciples of the sect who were surrounded by fairy clothes, he was really too cold, and the aura around him fluctuated, and it was even more meager.

Even the outermost disciples of the Shangqing Sect couldn't compare.

I don't know how it was a trial.

He seemed to sense Joan's gaze and looked up.

A whole face was revealed.

His countenance...... Just looking at the left side of the face, I feel that this person's eyebrows are picturesque, as if containing distant mountains and flowing water, hidden in the dense fog and clouds and rain, with the hazy artistic conception of ink painting, male and female.

But there was a scar on the right side of his face, which seemed to be burned by fire, and made his whole body a little hateful.

Only those eyes, with perseverance and expectation, stared straight at Qiao An.

Then he knelt down, made a big salute, and said loudly: "May the ancestors accept me as a disciple." ”