Mo Chen's face turned cold when he heard this, and he responded bluntly: "It's our fault first, but please also pay attention to what you say, don't lose the name of the Qingxu Sect."

If the thin-lipped man only targeted Mo Chen, then Mo Chen would not care, he was used to hearing cold words since he was a child, but this man spoke out to breathe Xuanyuan Wen Ying, the two have experienced life and death together several times, and they have long had a deep relationship, which made Mo Chen very angry in his heart.

The thin-lipped man's name is Gao Jun, he is the sixth-generation great-grandson of an elder of the Qingxu Sect, his qualifications are acceptable, and he is usually very favored by the elders.

He has always been proud of being a disciple of the Qingxu Sect, and he looks down on the rest of the small sects in the Wasteland, and even more so on the scattered cultivators.

He smelled the ink dust, and saw that the ink dust was also in the spiritual light realm, but he was unkempt and dirty, and his clothes were actually dirt, obviously not from some famous and decent family, so he smiled contemptuously: "You also practice when people practice, but you haven't cultivated a little knowledge." What kind of barren mountain and remote wilderness are you cultivating in? Do you know what kind of place this is? Hurry up and shut your mouth, get out of the way quietly, don't say that this seat didn't remind you, if you let this seat hear any more words, even if this seat pierces you with a sword, you can only admit that you are unlucky. ”

The words are arrogant, but after all, they are just words.

The Qingxu Sect is ranked among the great factions of the righteous path, and naturally the rules are strict, and he will be severely punished for the slightest incident, even his grandfather can't protect him.

Besides, these disciples in the sect were practicing and wandering around in their spare time, and they happened to hear Xuanyuan Wenying's complaints, so they came to see to kill the boredom, and it was not their duty.

At this time, a young figure ran in the heavy snow in the distance, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the young man, only to see a round-faced young man, and the robes he was wearing were similar to Gao Jun's, and he was obviously also a disciple of the Qingxu Sect.

I have to say that Mo Chen has seen Yanhuo's extremely thin figure, and he has seen a fat and round body like Di Dan, but he has never seen such a special round face.

The head shape was a perfect circle, without the slightest deviation, and Mochen even thought that he was also a spirit made of vegetables and fruits.

Thinking of this, Mo Chen thought of Yan Huo again, and what made him worry all the time was that Yan Huo was lying in the Spirit Elixir with Qing'er at this time.

Since the last battle, the flames have not awakened.

A few days ago, when Mochen's divine sense was deeply probing, he found that there was a little golden fire in Yanhuo's body, which was constantly transforming his body.

Mochen has tried several ways to remove this golden fire, but none of them have worked, I don't know whether it is good or bad, I can only resign myself to fate.

Everyone waited for a few breaths, and the round-faced young man ran over out of breath, he first saluted Gao Jun and the others, and then turned his head to salute the two of them: "In recent days, the sect is holding a big competition of personal disciples, in order to avoid villains, I have checked it tighter, I hope the two Taoist friends will understand." ”

After talking to Mo Chen, the round-faced young man trembled and saluted Gao Jun and the others again, as if he wanted to intercede for Mo Chen, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The round-faced young man has a low grade, a generation worse than the others, and stammers and shouts "senior brother".

Gao Jun seemed to be smiling, ignoring the round-faced young man at all, looking at Mo Chen and sneering: "Do you know what the identity of my personal disciple of the Qingxu Sect is? Every time the personal disciple is more than the sect master elder, if you are let in, if you are let in, if you are displeased, people can kill you with their fingers, give me a good listen, remember to pay attention to me wherever you are in the future, get out, don't let me see you again." ”

Xuanyuan couldn't listen to it, strode forward, and said coquettishly: "You are too much, I just said a few words, and I was so sneered at by you, I didn't expect that the disciple of the Qingxu Sect, who is famous for his righteousness, is so unbearable." ”

One of the senior brothers who was traveling with Gao Jun was more calm, and seeing that Xuanyuan Wenying's appearance and temperament were obviously not something that ordinary casual cultivators could have, he asked more: "Dare to ask what the two Taoist friends are called?"

Mo Chen didn't bother to explain to them, so he said coldly: "The younger generation Mo Chen, he is just a nameless cultivator, and he can't compare to your famous family. ”

As soon as he heard the nameless casual cultivation, Gao Jun became even more angry, and shouted: "It's not a quick to get out of the casual cultivation!"

The round-faced young man put on a rough and atmospheric emphasis, and said to Mo Chen: "Why don't you listen to persuasion, go back quickly!" At the same time, he frequently glanced at Su Jing. The step under his feet was wrong, and he inadvertently blocked himself between the two groups.

This is a kind-hearted young man, for fear that Mo Chen and Gao Jun will suffer if they quarrel again, after all, this is the territory of the Qingxu Sect.

Mo Chen's heart warmed, he waved his hand at the round-faced young man, and said softly: "My father is a disciple of the Qingxu Sect, and I have been out of the sect because the mission of the sect has been outside, but I have always been worried about the sect in my heart, and now the task is completed, but my father is in poor health, and it is inconvenient to return to the sect to visit, so this time he ordered me to visit Master Tai." ”

As he spoke, Mo Chen handed the personal disciple token given by his father to the round-faced boy.

The round-faced boy took the token, and the more he looked at it, the more wrong it became, until finally his lips trembled involuntarily.

Seeing this, Gao Jun frowned and asked, "What kind of broken thing?" As he spoke, his eyes swept away, and his face changed suddenly.

The disciples of the Qingxu Sect are divided into three categories.

Registered disciples, the first stage of every person who wants to become a disciple of the Qingxu Sect, in the entire Qingxu Sect, the number of registered disciples is very small, most of them have ordinary qualifications, few are good, and a few of them can be promoted to disciples in the sect with excellent qualifications in the evaluation of disciples in the sect once every six years.

The round-faced boy and several others belong to the disciples of the sect, and although Gao Jun is also a disciple of the sect, unlike them, he relies on the relationship between the ancestors and grandfathers in the clan, skips the registered disciples, and starts directly from the disciples in the sect, so he has developed his arrogant and domineering character.

And the last category, which is also the least numerous, but it is the most important cultivation of personal disciples in the sect.

Among the disciples of the personal lineage, all of them are cultivation wizards recognized by the sect, and they are all expected to impact the permanent realm, their number is very small, there are only dozens of people in the entire sect, in addition to participating in the tasks set by the sect, they are cultivating hard, and they will not appear in the field of vision of everyone, and they are admired by the disciples in the sect.

The steps for selecting a disciple to be passed on are strict and numerous, and the big competition within the sect that the round-faced boy said earlier is the first step in selecting a disciple to be passed on.

And the token that Mo Chen just handed out was the token of his own disciple!

"No way! It must be fake! You ...... You forge the token of the Qingxu Sect, you are looking for death!" Gao Jun was shocked and frightened, the young man who had been constantly ridiculed by him before was actually a descendant of his own disciples in the sect, how could he accept this change of status......