The Kunlun Mountains are in the northernmost part of the Zhongzhou Continent, and the mountains have been covered with snow all year round, and the exit of the sword mound is at the stone tablet outside the main hall of the highest peak.

Therefore, as soon as these hundred people popped out of the sword mound, they were surrounded by the elders of Kunlun.

"Wow! Wei Yan's head is also here!"

"Xiuxiu, you really deserve to be my favorite disciple, bringing out so many antiques. The Infinite Peak Peak Lord's "Three Seconds Mountain Man" saw the twenty-four flying swords surrounding Bai Xiuxiu at a glance, and his face was overjoyed, "Sure enough, it is a good seedling for cultivating the Infinite Sword System." ”

"Let me see which one of the lucky juniors who has been down for eight lifetimes - ahem - has been recognized by Ling Xiaojian. Wei Yan looked through the crowd and saw Bai Xiuxiu, Moyang and Li Xuanyuan who were surrounded by groups.

These are the three most prominent of the novice disciples in this class.

Bai Xiuxiu is from the Bai family, a family of cultivators, and is a descendant of Bai Shanyue, with the qualification of Tianling Root, and her appearance is also soft and lovely.

Li Xuanyuan is the prince of the mortal royal family, he reached the foundation building period at a young age, he is calm and does not like to talk.

As for this ink yang...... I don't know where it came from.

"Yo, it's been five hundred years, old man Wei Yan, are you still alive?" Ling Xiao sneered, don't think she didn't know what Wei Yan was going to say at the beginning.

"Hehehehe...... Aunt Ling Xiao still needs me to serve her seat, how dare I die of old age—ouch, my aunt, tap, tap!"

"Look at your old face, look at my youthful and beautiful face, you call me aunt?" Ling Xiao pulled Wei Yan's beard and plucked it.

After a while, I saw the head of Wei Yan who had no beard, a little less majestic, but he looked very handsome!

"Wow!"

"Little Sister Ling Xiao! The disciples and grandchildren are all watching!" Wei Yan succumbed to the obscene power of the Kunlun Old Ancestor Ling Xiao Sword, and quietly conjured a spirit sword fruit in his left hand and handed it to Ling Xiao.

"That's pretty much it. Ling Xiao took the fruit, and then let go of Wei Yan's face.

"Dare to ask my aunt - who did the young lady choose?" Wei Yan smiled with a dog's leg, making the image of the majestic head disillusioned in everyone's hearts.

Ling Xiao nibbled on the fruit, his good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he pointed in the direction of Bai Xiuxiu.

"Sure enough—" Wei Yan was overjoyed, and sure enough, it was the daughter of destiny they calculated through the theory of star probability!

"No! it's the one next to her. ”

Everyone's eyes suddenly moved to the indifferent young man standing beside Bai Xiuxiu, dressed in a dark short.

Li Xuanyuan's cheeks were slightly red, and he coughed lightly: "It's not me." ”

"Hey, you're stupid, you're the smiling dog. ”

Seeing everyone looking at him, Ink Yang nodded with a smile. I recognized myself as the dog.

“...... Isn't my aunt a little less thoughtful?"

"Anyway, if I don't recognize the Lord, I won't harm the little girl. Ling Xiao remembered Ink Yang's words in the sword mound, and saw Ink Yang's smiling face, she didn't realize the mistake at all, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth, and even Ling Xiao's sword body trembled lightly on Ink Yang's back, "He hasn't apprenticed yet, right?"

"This ...... Not really. Wei Yan touched her nose, what did this aunt think.

"Well, he will worship me as a teacher. Ling Xiao licked her red lips and suddenly showed a smile.

Everyone was slightly stunned, it seemed that they understood a little bit why she claimed to be young and beautiful, she was angry, everyone didn't dare to look directly at her face, only felt that the orange hair was very dazzling, as if it could splash sparks, but she smiled, and the anger around her body suddenly dissipated, and she only felt that the face was extraordinary.

"That's what I mean. Ink Yang bowed with a smile, his shyly smiling face made Ling Xiao slightly trance-like, and he always felt ...... Déjà vu.

The long-term raging wind and snow on Kunlun Mountain seem to have softened.

"Hmph...... The strength of the Qi refining period. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, everyone suddenly felt that this domineering aunt and grandmother suddenly lost a little momentum.

It turned out to be a tsundere???

After registering the swords that everyone took out from the sword mound, the elders almost all picked their favorite disciples, and the three Heavenly Spirit Roots in this session were of course personal disciples, and there was one remaining fish spirit with ordinary qualifications, but with an excellent temperament, and was designated by Wei Yan as the head disciple, which made everyone who was just a nominal disciple envious.

However, after getting along with each other for a while, everyone also felt that Yu Lingji was indeed a very reliable senior brother, so they stopped at envy and did not give birth to jealousy.

The heart of Kunlun's disciples has always been extremely simple.

Ling Xiao let Ling Xiao's sword carry the ink Yang, and flew to Miaomiao Peak at once, this mountain used to belong to Bai Shanyue, and when Bai Shanyue died, it belonged to Ling Xiao, and no one else had lived in it for thousands of years.

She stood on the cedar and looked at the ink Yang who was thrown into the snow, her heart was refreshed, she was in a good mood, and her tone of voice was no longer so irritable.

"Hey, this year's protagonist group is not very good. She gently lifted Ink Yang's chin, "Tut...... This face can be Bai Xiuxiu's harem. But at most, the dew is married.,I think the male protagonist is still the young man in Xuanyi who stood next to her just now.。 Indifferent, powerful, and only blue-eyed to the heroine. ”

"Hey, Yangyang, you guess it's the fate of an affectionate male partner. ”

Ling Xiao thought of the sadomasochistic love book she had read for thousands of years, and thought of the tragic fate of the infatuated male second man who couldn't love her, and couldn't help but be secretly refreshed.

She thought that Mo Shuiyang would reply to her, but who expected this thief boy to follow her words and sighed, "It's that I'm not worthy of Xiuxiu." ”

said this, three points of melancholy, and the remaining seven points are love for the heroine. Ling Xiao couldn't help but think of the crocodile tears she left for the second male in those years.

"What you said, although your family background is not as good as Li Xuanyuan's royal birth, but now that you have me, a full-level golden legend, you can't grab the position of the male protagonist yet?"

"Really?" the young man smiled again, very surprised.

Ling Xiao was stunned, she suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar, once upon a time, it seemed that someone had told her.

"Ling Xiao, I seem to like someone......"

"Ling Xiao, that person seems to have forgotten everything......"

Did she know some tragic male second before? No, she obviously picked the protagonist every time.

"Lie to you, I didn't like Bai Xiuxiu. Mo Yang looked at Ling Xiao's distracted appearance, and thought that she was immersed in the script of the tragic male second, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, "I think the master is better looking than Bai Xiuxiu." ”

"Oh?" "Oh?" the sycophant slapped right, and dealt 999 damage to the old shameless sword spirit Ling Xiao, "Just some?"

"The unpretentious black scabbard symbolizes low-key luxury, and the hilt inlaid with Xuan crystal and the complex and delicate carving show its extraordinary origin, Lingxiao Sword, really good-looking!"

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"Introductory Essay - My Shenyan Master, 1w words, if you don't write well, there is a punishment. Ling Xiao rolled his eyes and drilled back into Ling Xiao's sword.

It seems like thousands of years, and no one has been teased like this.