Xu Mu pondered.

Master Han has finished the ceremony, and the three incense sticks were respectfully inserted into the incense burner placed in front of the many ranks.

Immediately, Master Han turned around and faced the twenty multi-law body realm cultivators and fifteen disciples who were about to enter the inner gate in the ancestral hall, and his dashing face was solemn from beginning to end.

"The thirty-eighth generation of inner disciples, come forward to pay homage to the incense, and bow to my ancestors of the Yuan Sect!"

Lang Lang's voice echoed in the Zongyun Temple.

Xu Mu and the other fifteen disciples did not dare to slack off, and immediately stepped forward.

Led by Li, he took the incense candles from Han Zong's hands in turn.

After prostrating three times, it is obediently inserted into the censer.

During this period, even the most naughty narcissus did not dare to show a trace of impatience.

Honestly finish the ceremony.

Just kidding, her grandfather was looking at herself among the more than twenty Dharma Body Realm powerhouses, if she dared to make a fuss on such a solemn occasion, there would be absolutely no good fruit to eat.

"Finish the ceremony!" When all the etiquette was counted, the head of Han Zong's face finally showed a smile.

With a slightly soothing royal aura, he said to the fifteen disciples below: "From now on, the fifteen people who are waiting for you will be the thirty-eighth generation inner disciples of my Guiyuan Sect. With my return to the Yuan Sect, one glory and one humiliation. ”

Speaking of this, Han Zong's head paused and continued: "According to the usual practice, all my disciples who are disciples of the Inner Gate of the Yuan Sect can worship an elder of the Dharma Body Realm as a teacher to guide their cultivation. ”

The main event came, and before Han Zong's words fell, a middle-aged male monk in blue clothes with a three-foot sword behind him stepped out, his eyes as sharp as a sword, and he looked straight at the red sandalwood.

"Rosewood, poor road Qingfeng, you are willing to worship me as a teacher!"

Rosewood's beautiful eyes froze, obviously not reacting from the solemn atmosphere just now, and her expression was stunned by the elder's words, and then her red lips opened slightly, and she was about to speak.

A very discordant voice interrupted her voice from the side.

"Phew, you're a Qingfeng, in terms of seniority and strength, it's not your turn to accept the red sandalwood doll as an apprentice. In front of so many brothers and sisters, you still want to play the game of first strike. ”

The one who spoke was a male monk as thin as a bamboo pole, his figure seemed to be emaciated, but his palms were as shiny as jade, exuding a penetrating light.

In the face of Qingfeng's preemptive strike, this elder was the first to stand up against it.

After angrily scolding Qingfeng, he didn't look at him, his face was directly towards Zi Zhan, with a kind look, and said softly: "Junior Zi Zhan, I am Qiu He, don't look at Qing Feng with a sanctimonious appearance, very stingy, if you worship under my door, the old man will definitely do his best to cultivate you." Dharma weapons, elixirs, or Dharma Body Realm exercises, spiritual arts, as long as you open your mouth, you have everything!"

"Senior Brother Qiu He, you are too unkind, where are you stingy? For apprentices, I, Qingfeng, have always done my best, and besides, you and I have not competed for ten years, how do you know that my strength is not as good as you now. ”

Qingfeng Daoren's face immediately fell, so low that he was about to drip water, and coldly responded to Qiu He's disparagement.

"Listening to the meaning of Qingfeng's junior brother, do you want to have a discussion with the old man?" As if he heard the meaning of Qingfeng's words, Qiu He gently spread his hands in front of him, and his eyes were opposite to Qingfeng.

"It's better to fight like this, you and I have a fight, who wins, who will be the master of Rosewood, how?"

"Senior brother, I have this intention!"

"Senior Brother Qiu, Senior Brother Qingfeng, there are more than 20 senior brothers present, do you two have to decide the ownership of the red sandalwood?" The voice of Daogu surnamed Jiang sounded in the ancestral hall at this time, although she was an elder of the Guiyuan Sect, the years did not leave too many traces on her face.

The face that still has charm is still beautiful, and at this moment, her eyes flicked, swept over Qingfeng, Qiu He, and the two, and said unceremoniously: "Senior sister doesn't follow." ”

Long before Zi Tan entered the inner door, Aunt Dao surnamed Jiang was already determined to accept Zi Tan as her disciple, and she had to fight for it no matter what today.

The entrance ceremony had just ended, and before the many disciples could come to their senses, these Dharma Body Realm elders had already mobilized the atmosphere in three or two sentences.

Especially Qing Feng and Qiu He, when the two looked at each other, there was already a law body realm pressure slowly rising, and they looked like they were about to fight.

Xu Mu, who saw all this in his eyes, stood alone on the edge of the disciples, gently touched the bridge of his nose with his left hand, and smiled helplessly.

Xuan-level spiritual root, sure enough, is a rare qualification for those who are strong in the Law Body Realm to compete to accept it as a disciple.

In order to compete for the red sandalwood as a disciple, Qing Feng and Qiu He, the two Dharma Body Realm cultivators, completely left the majesty of their elders behind, and fought for it.

"Xuan-level spiritual root...... My multicolored spirit tree, when will you recover? ”

As soon as he thought of the Xuan-level spiritual root, Xu Mu's thoughts suddenly turned, and he immediately thought of the tragic situation of the colorful spirit tree that was floating in his dantian, and his heart was clouded with a layer of haze for no reason.

He was a disciple who awakened the Xuan-level spiritual root at the same time as Zi Sandalwood, but unfortunately, the multicolored spirit tree took away the heavenly tribulation for him with one blow for the sake of the Savior, and now it is dead and silent, and there is no trace of colorful light.

It made him depressed.

"I don't know if it's going to be restored. ”

If the Colorful Spirit Tree was completely destroyed under the Heavenly Tribulation, it would be equivalent to Xu Mu losing a Xuan-level spiritual root.

Moreover, after awakening the Colorful Spirit Tree for so long, Xu Mu's achievements today depend on the Colorful Spirit Tree.

The status in his heart, the Colorful Spirit Tree was much higher than the Nine Shadows Flame, which was also a Xuan-level Spirit Root.

Zi Sandalwood didn't know Xu Mu's current mood, at this moment, she had a pair of willow eyebrows and a light cheek, and she saw the sudden atmosphere full of gunpowder in the ancestral hall, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

Long before the red sandalwood entered the inner door, the Dharma Body Realm monks in the door had already fought over the question of the ownership of the red sandalwood.

As the head of the house, Han Zong has long been anxious.

Although I know that Rosewood will have to apprentice sooner or later, today's scene will happen sooner or later.

But when the problem really came, Han Zong didn't know how to deal with it, and suddenly there were two big heads.

"Alas!" sighed depressedly, Han Zong rubbed his temples with some distress, as if this would make him sober up a little.

Suddenly, Han Zong's eyes turned to Xu Mu, who looked absent-minded behind the crowd of disciples, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, Xu Mu, a Xuan-level spiritual root disciple, has not been exposed, otherwise the competition will be even more fierce. ”

But a red sandalwood has already made Han Zong anxious, if Xu Mu is made public as a Xuan-level spiritual root disciple, it will be tantamount to adding insult to injury.

Thinking of this, Han Zong was anxious and a little happy at the same time.

However, the question of who to worship as a teacher in the field will not be delayed because of Han Zong's distress, and it is still hotly debated.

It's not just Jiang's surname Daogu, Qingfeng, and Qiu He, the three strong people in the Dharma Body Realm.

Seven or eight more sect elders were involved.

Suddenly, the entire ancestral hall was in a tumultuous atmosphere.

The more than ten disciples who had just entered the inner gate were stunned one by one.

In the past, these Dharma Body Realm cultivators held their own identities, and they were silent one by one, and they had few words for these outer disciples.

Therefore, in all impressions, the elders of the Dharma Body Realm are all strong people with unpredictable cultivation and cold personalities.

How do you think about it, now for a red sandalwood, one by one is as excited as a cockfight.

If it weren't for the fact that this was the place where the ancestors of the Guiyuan Sect were enshrined, they had no doubt that these elders would fight for the red sandalwood as their disciples.

Although they knew the rarity of the Xuan-level spiritual root, they didn't know that it was so rare that it could make the hearts of the entire Guiyuan Sect, most of the Law Body Realm powerhouses.

For a while, looking at the red sandalwood, he was even more envious.

As long as Zi Sandalwood nodded her head slightly, she could even choose any Law Body Realm cultivator at will and become her elder.

The voices of discussion in the ancestral hall continued, one after another.

Even the scholar-looking young Law Body Realm cultivator that Xu Mu had been paying attention to before couldn't resist the temptation of the Xuan-level spiritual root and spoke.

"Xuan-level spiritual root! Actually, Mo is also very interested!"

He looks like a teenager, and when he speaks at first glance, his voice is like his appearance, and he is also as immature as a teenager.

But the originally noisy atmosphere of the ancestral hall paused for a moment under his words.

His voice was not loud, but it was enough to reach the ears of everyone present.

Obviously, this young man who calls himself Mo has a lot of weight among the strong people.

In a light word, tenderness made the whole atmosphere freeze for a full three breaths.

During this period, everyone's eyes glanced at the young man.

The latter's expression was as usual, and he smiled faintly in the face of the attention of many Dharma Body Realm powerhouses.

"That's true!" Xu Mu, who saw all this in his eyes, nodded secretly.

As he expected, this Dharma Body Realm powerhouse, who seemed to look like a young scholar in the mortal world, had a pivotal position among the many powerhouses.

As soon as he spoke, it wasn't just that the more than ten Law Body Realm powerhouses who wanted to accept Rosewood as disciples were silent.

Even the murderous old man, as well as the eyes of the Alchemy Pavilion Great Elder Yan Siyu, were attracted by him.

It is conservatively estimated that his strength can rank among the top three among the more than 20 elders!

There are only two people, who still look as usual, one is the head of Han Zong, and the other is a Changming Taoist.

Han Zong wished that there would be a senior brother who could deter the heroes, and when he saw the young man surnamed Mo speak, it had a sharp effect, and he immediately had a secret joy in his eyes.

It is true that red sandalwood is a Xuan-level spiritual root, and from the perspective of the history of Guiyuan Sect, it is rare to encounter in a hundred years.

But if the problem of her mentorship is not solved, he, who is in charge, will 'never have peace'.

Okay now, as long as the young man surnamed Mo comes forward, these junior brothers shouldn't say anything.

"Mozi period! He's the perfect choice!" Changming Daoist people care about Xu Mu, and naturally they don't have too much interest in red sandalwood, but they just stand in the middle and judge secretly.

"Since it is Senior Brother Mo who speaks, I Qingfeng has nothing to say, Zi Sandalwood, this female doll, I will not fight!"

After a short pause, the Qingfeng Daoist, who was carrying the long sword behind him, secretly said in his heart that it was a pity, but he could only nod.

He is not afraid of any fight, only this Mozi period, I am afraid that he is one of the few people who can convince him.

With Qingfeng's first compromise, Qiu He also pursed his mouth and did not speak again.

The ancestral hall was still very lively, and suddenly, there was silence.

Among them, the most regrettable one is probably Aunt Jiang surnamed Daogu, she not only appreciates the talent of Rosewood, but also loves Rosewood's character.

Hearing Mo Ziqi speak, although she was full of regrets, she could only let go.

After all, in terms of strength, there are also rare powerhouses in the Dharma Body Realm in the Mozi Period, which has self-evident benefits for the future of Rosewood.

Moreover, the spiritual root of the Mozi period is the same as that of red sandalwood.

Now that Mozi has spoken, she has nothing to say.

"Alas!" sighed secretly, Aunt Jiang, surnamed Daogu, was no longer arguing in vain.

Looking around, he saw that no one in the ancestral hall was fighting for red sandalwood, and the smile on Moziqi's face became more and more kind.

For him, the only really competitive brothers are Changming, Li Xue, and Yan Siyu, but none of the three of them have the intention of speaking.

So......

Mozi Qi lightly brushed his forehead, looked at Zi Zhan, who was surrounded by all the disciples like the stars holding the moon, and laughed softly: "Zi Zhan, you are willing to worship me as a teacher." ”