Chapter Fifty-Seven: Pretend There's a Title Here

As soon as the cold wind went, the spring breeze came, and it was the period of the once every decade when the Tianhe faction opened the mountain to accept disciples.

As a first-class sect in the Tianyuan Continent with three out-of-body powerhouses and eighteen Yuan Infant Ancestors.

Naturally, it is no better than those poor and crazy non-mainstream sects, no matter what qualifications they have, they will be included in the door if they have a spiritual root.

If you don't have a medium-grade spiritual root, a different spiritual root, or above qualifications, you don't even want to think about it, and you don't want to come in and be a miscellaneous disciple.

Of course, the Tianhe Sect, which sits on hundreds of mortal cities and shelters nearly 100 million mortals, certainly has this picky qualification.

After all, although there is no one in ten thousand who has a spiritual root, and it is even rarer to reach a medium-grade spiritual root or above, it cannot stand the large population base.

Every year, there are more than 100 disciples who are selected to enter the sect.

On the splendid square, where the outer disciples of the Tianhe faction were stationed, Long Aotian listened to the white-bearded old man on the stage babbling about their new disciples, and he was constantly touting the Tianhe faction from all aspects, and he couldn't get to the point for a long time, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"When will this damned old man end! It's annoying! Seeing that the old man on the stage had been talking for three or four hours, and seemed to be endless, Long Aotian frowned and complained softly.

A little girl in green in the front row listened to Long Aotian's words, turned her head angrily and said, "Which city are you from a bad thing, haven't your parents told you what politeness is?" Have the ability to speak your opinion out loud! ”

Long Aotian glanced at the little girl in green when he heard the voice, this glance doesn't matter, this delicate and moving little Lori is really delicate and cute, and it has a fresh and natural atmosphere, which is imprinted into Long Aotian's heart at once.

There are also such goods, this Tianhe faction is really the right one, seeing the beauty, Long Aotian suddenly felt like he had been beaten with chicken blood, his spirit was shocked, and his heart was even more impatient.

"What do I ask you? Why, do you have the ability to whisper down there and not to speak out loud? Cut~ Forget it, this girl will let you go this time, remember to be honest with me. ”

The little girl in green saw that Long Aotian didn't reply for a long time, just stared at her, thinking that the other party was forced to have nothing to say by her own words, and suddenly felt happy in her heart, and most of her anger dissipated, and she was ready to let go of the other party after a few heavy words.

But he didn't want to, Long Aotian reacted but didn't want to let her go.

"Leave me alone? Hehe, do you think this dead old man is doing the right thing? Politeness is mutual, he delayed so many of us that I was not allowed to complain? What is the rationale for this? Long Aotian raised his eyebrows and replied-for-tat.

The little girl in green was provoked to anger again, turned her head violently, and scolded angrily: "Do you think these are nonsense? Hmph, that's what you rat-eyed mud legs think.

To tell you the truth, what Uncle Liu told us was a manuscript that he spent a few weeks making, and it contains a lot of content that we must remember in the future, mainly for you who are from below, and to clear your illiteracy in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Hmph, I persuaded him a long time ago, you guys will not understand Uncle Liu's kindness at all, and will only waste his time. ”

"Dirt legs?" Long Aotian's eyes flashed, his tiger body shook, and he said in a low and majestic tone, "It's really a big breath, I really don't know what our Nebula Patriarch will think when he hears it." ”