As long as they climb up, they still have a chance, if they go back like this, they are afraid that they will be poor all their lives, and they will do nothing!

Mu Xiaxue stood at the top of the mountain, looked at Liu Changqing with complicated eyes, opened her mouth silently, and then turned around and entered the mountain gate.

Liu Changqing's figure froze in place, and the young man on the top of the mountain glanced at him sympathetically, shook his head, and left with a long sigh.

Survival of the fittest, although it is an eternal theory.

But in this extremely competitive environment, believing in others is equivalent to burying one's own immortal journey.

The young man could see Liu Changqing's cultivation, he sighed regretfully, and only hoped that his luck would be better, and it would be good to be taken back by which uncle and uncle to take it back and become an outsider.

Otherwise, such a good talent will be wasted.

Liu Changqing saw Mu Xiaxue's spoken words clearly, he smiled sarcastically, and the bright sunlight above his head pierced him and he couldn't open his eyes. Before he came, his father told him not to trust others and not to be too soft-hearted. He said yes, and the next second he threw it behind his ears.

Sure enough, the words of the older generation are sometimes still listened to.

However, the last chance is gone. One thought of heaven, one thought of hell, probably that! He went from being the most promising person to being the lowest group.

There were more than a dozen people who came up behind, and Liu Changqing walked forward with them, along with the disciples who led the way.

The Supreme Sect Square, surrounded by towering pillars that are as high as the end in sight, the banner of the Supreme Sect flutters in the center, and the totem is two crossed long swords, majestic and majestic.

There is a huge stone around, densely packed with golden fonts, engraved with the rules of the Supreme Sect.

The head Xie Tianning sat in the center, the four elders sat on one side, and the position at the level of the head was empty, Mu Xiaxue guessed that it was the seat of the great elder Zihuang Zhenren, and it was really as legendary, with a high position.

The power is comparable to the head.

In addition to the elders, there are more than a dozen uncles around, Mu Xiaxue is worried, among these people, who will be her master?

Glancing at the empty spot at the highest point, she clenched her fists.

In the afterglow, Liu Changqing stood on the periphery, after they were elected, he had a chance, but most likely, it was those elders and uncles who turned their heads away without looking at them.

It was himself who snatched the position that should have belonged to him.

I'm sorry –

I don't know how many times I repeated it, Mu Xiaxue clenched her fists, I really need this opportunity, I can't go back to the time when I was poor and bullied. So, I'm sorry.

But if she could do it all over again, Mu Xiaxue thought, she would still choose to do it!

The guilt in Xing's eyes slowly faded, and her eyes became firm.

It's a long journey, and she will definitely reach the highest point!

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According to the usual practice, ten people, each of them took turns to go to the head of the sect to test the spiritual root and cultivation, and when the assessment was completed, it would be the turn of the remaining dozen or so people.

Liu Changqing stood quietly in place, looking at the girl's figure with a flat look, not sad or happy. Now that it's happened, it's useless to think about it more. Everyone wants to climb up, Liu Changqing understands, and there is nothing to resent, in the end, he was distracted in the assessment.

It's just that the brain is wooden, and the immortal cultivation world is so cruel, Mu Xiaxue gave him, this is the first lesson.

Maybe it's all about the assessment.

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