This Yaochi Immortal Palace is not ordinarily big, Xiao Qingti has walked in it for half an hour and has not yet reached the place, and he is quite impatient.

It's just a report, but is it so complicated?

What Xiao Qingti didn't expect was that coming here to report was quite like a nether emperor draft girl, after entering the first palace gate, there was a special person to lead the way, so that the thirty-eight newly promoted scattered immortals lined up, and then there was a special leader of the fairy Ji to say some precautions, nothing more than not to make loud noises, not to talk to each other...... In short, there are a lot of rules.

After all, these little scattered immortals are all arrogant lords, why don't they get used to coming here, there are people who choke with that fairy Ji, and that fairy Ji is also very cultivated, not impatient or impatient, and even still maintains a faint smile, just clapping her hands. There was a golden-armored warrior who didn't know where to come out, and without saying a word, he took away the little scattered immortal who dared to do it against Xianji, and the little scattered immortal panicked, cried loudly, and said that he would never dare again, etc., but the golden-armored warrior ignored her at all......

The fairy Ji smiled kindly: "Heaven has the rules of heaven, and that girl who invites the moon needs to go through another hundred and ten years of training before she can re-enter heaven, you don't have to be afraid, as long as you don't break the rules here, you can be fine." ”

In this way, those little scattered immortals have really been honest and obedient a lot.

It's not easy to cultivate, it's not easy to ascend to the Immortal Gate, who has to hit the muzzle of the gun?

Xiao Qingti naturally saw all this, and sighed secretly in her heart.

The rules of this heavenly court seem to be more than the imperial palace, and the hierarchy is more stringent, so what are the people working hard to cultivate immortals for? What is the purpose of soaring desperately?

Although she wanted to report and go back, she didn't want to be disgraced. What's more, no one provoked her, so she walked in the queue frankly and without much trouble.

The report also went well, and under the guidance of the immortal officials, all the scattered immortals signed their own silver registers and stamped them. It's kind of like a college student reporting and filling out a bunch of forms. The difference is that after they finish filling it out, the silver roster will automatically disappear from the table, and the reported scattered immortals will have an extra shawl of the same color as their clothes.

When it was Xiao Qingti's turn, the immortal official looked at her several times in surprise, and seemed a little strange why her clothes hadn't changed. But I didn't ask anything.

When she finished reporting, there was a pink cloak in the crook of her arm, which was the sign of a scattered immortal. The immortals who suspected that Xiao Qingti was a little fairy because she was wearing a light blue dress were relieved. The three extradition envoys who brought Xiao Qingti to come were also relieved.

The only thing that made them unsure was that Xiao Qingti's shawl was also different from other scattered immortals, her shawl had two more colored edges, shining in the sun.

In the pile of scattered immortals in pink dresses everywhere, Xiao Qingti's identity is particularly eye-catching, and I don't know how many people in the hall are looking at her. There is surprise in the eyes, there is wonder, and of course, there is contempt......

Xiao Qingti also felt that this shawl did not match her dress, so she casually stuffed the shawl ball into her sleeve.

Everyone: "......"

……

Xiao Qingti sat lazily on a beautiful woman, a little bored.

After she finished speaking, she thought that she would be able to leave happily, and the female official who led them in said that she would choose someone to go to the Queen Mother of the West later, so that everyone waited in place.

This wait is the morning has passed,