When Xiang Zhihan and Luo Fumeng rushed to the temple, the outside of the temple was already full of immortals who had come to participate in the election.

He looked up at the Guanxia Platform above his head, the cloud platform that bloomed like a flower covered the sky and the sun, and the fragrant shadows lingered on the cloud platform, and there was laughter and laughter.

"Let's go, let's go up too."

Xiang Zhihan retracted his gaze and walked in the direction of Guanxia Terrace with Luo Fumeng.

There are many immortals who come to participate in the selection test, and many immortals have gathered in Guanxiatai, but there are still immortals coming from afar.

Xiang Zhihan pinched his fingertips, so many immortals.

Will he be able to choose?

The two walked up to the Guanxia Terrace, and Jiang was not too late to come.

All the immortals gathered together, talking and laughing, and from time to time, there would be immortals looking at him with curious eyes, and then asking, "You are Xiang Zhihan who flew up from the Nether Realm some time ago?" ”

"Exactly."

"You're amazing." He boasted sincerely.

Although most of the immortals in the floating world are not worthy of being immortals, there are also immortals whose Dao hearts are not lost.

Like a Luofu dream, like the person in front of you.

As a few people were talking, there was a burst of fairy music in front of them, and all the immortals in the audience instantly shut up and stood in place.

Xiang Zhihan looked up, Jiang Bu came out of the temple, and there was a tall man with a cold face standing beside her, and on the other side was a man with a handsome face and hair like seaweed.

The man on the left he had never seen before, and the man on the right was an old acquaintance of his.

Ridges? Why did he follow Jiang Butai's side?

When did they get on such good terms?

A bitterness rose in Xiang Zhihan's heart, he never seemed to know her.

He looked at the shadow on the high place, which was a calm, luxurious and majestic way he had never seen before.

It looks like two people like Jiang Butai, who always likes to drag his sleeve and coquettish in Qingshui Town.

His head started hurting again.

Is it Jiang Bu Late that he loves, or is it Jiang Bu Late that he imagined?

Although there are many immortals who come to participate in the election, only ten will be selected at most in the end.

Every immortal raised their heads, striving to show their best side to Jiang Bu Look.

Jiang Buwan looked down at the immortals who came to participate in the election, in fact, she already had a list in her hand, which Qu Duanhe had prepared for her.

The names on the list are all immortals that Qu Duanhe thinks is appropriate and has no problems.

What Jiang had to do was to pick a few worthy immortals from this list as her gods.

Jiang is not late: "Thank you for taking the time to participate in my selection of divine servants. ”

"I'm not going to waste everyone's time." Jiang Buchi said, "I will select the Eight Immortals as my future servants as soon as possible." ”

In fact, she only wanted to choose four, but Qu Duanhe said that other gods also had at least a dozen gods, and four was too few, and this was also a good opportunity to accept newcomers.

Under the persuasion of Qu Duanhe, Jiang had to change the four to the eight.

The immortals in the audience chuckled in their hearts, they originally chose more than a dozen gods, but their chances were already very few.

As a result, this god only chose eight, so wouldn't they have fewer chances?

Although they were depressed, at this time, no one questioned or expressed it.

Jiang Bu looked around, several immortals she had noticed in the booklet, after she found them on the spot, she took a few glances from a distance and felt that they were not bad, so she picked five immortals out first.

The immortal who was chosen by Jiang Buwan raised the corners of his mouth with joy, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were irrepressible joy.

Xiang Zhihan's heart is about to jump out nervously, will she choose him?

He looked up, and his gaze happened to meet Jiang Feitai.

She seemed to smile at him, then called out another person's name.

"Louvre Dream."

What?! Xiang Zhihan looked at Luo Fumeng, who was already stupid on his side, he was chosen, so what about him?

Luo Fumeng stayed where he was, happy and couldn't even speak.

Was he chosen? He was chosen!

When he reacted, he resisted the urge to shout and calmed his mind.

Before he came to the stage, he showed an encouraging smile to Xiang Zhihan beside him, and then flew out of the immortals and stood behind Jiang Butai.

Xiang Zhihan counted, Jiang Butai had already selected six gods.

There are still two places left for the gods, so he must not be able to choose.

That's right, how could Jiang not be late to keep a person who killed her by his side?

If it were him, he wouldn't help but worry if this person would kill me again.

He bowed his head in frustration, and he had lost any hope for this election.

He heard Jiang call another person's name without delay, it wasn't him.

There was only one person left.

Xiang Zhihan closed his eyes, although he knew that this matter was impossible, he still secretly prayed in his heart, praying that Jiang would choose him again not too late.

"Chill it."

Her voice rang in his ears like heaven.

He looked up in disbelief, and happened to look at the smile in Shang Jiang's eyes that had not yet dissipated.

He seemed to be back in the town of Clearwater in the Nether, back to when she always liked to play tricks on him.

Did God hear his prayer?

So let fate favor him again.

Leng Qi turned his face unhappily, he didn't like to be cold.

He killed his sister, and, and always pestered Jiang not too late.

When he was there, he always had to hide.

He didn't want to hide.

"This concludes today's selection of priests." Jiang Buwan said in a loud voice, "Everyone, please go back." ”

The immortals who were not selected sighed and left in frustration.

And the immortals who were chosen by Jiang Buwan, they stood in the position next to Jiang Buwan, and their happy eyebrows were about to fly.

Most of these people are people who worship and approve of Jiang Butai's ideas, and they also want to change the current floating world like Jiang Butai.

Jiang Fei saw that all the people she had chosen came up, and only Xiang Zhihan was still standing under the stage stupidly, as if he had lost his soul.

She raised her eyes and looked over, Luo Fu dreamed about it, and shouted at Xiang Zhihan, "Zhihan, come up quickly, the Divine Venerable is still waiting for you." ”

Xiang Zhihan woke up like a dream, and flew up to the high platform with his head down.

He didn't even dare to look at Jiang Buwan's face, and kept his head down.

Jiang Bu looked very affinity when he didn't deliberately put up a show, so the god attendant who had just been selected was not so restrained unconsciously.

Luo Fumeng patted Xiang Zhihan and whispered to him, "Zhihan, I haven't seen you so shy in my daily life, why can't I even raise my head when I see Shenzun today?" ”

As the gods serve by the side of the gods, the immortals closest to the gods, they are not chosen and the end is over.

As a god, Jiang Butai needs to lay a divine seal in her divine servant's body.

With the Divine Seal, no matter how far apart they were, they could communicate at any time, and Jiang Feitai could also sense the location of the Divine Attendant through the Divine Seal.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my divine seal has not yet been struck, and as my divine servant, I have a special request."

"If you can promise and do it, I will brand you with my divine seal, if not, it's too late to regret now."