As soon as he entered the main hall, because of yesterday's experience, Fang Nan subconsciously took his eyes off the portrait of the Taoist on the opposite wall and looked around. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, in the huge hall, several pear blossom wooden chairs were placed on each side of the portrait, and seven or eight monks of different appearances were gathering together in twos and threes, talking in a low voice.

And in the middle of this row of seats, a long-haired monk slowly tasted a teacup, his eyes as light as water.

This person is the head of the Yuqing Sect, a Yunyang Daoist with a high prestige among the low-level disciples.

Seeing someone enter, the hall suddenly became silent, and all the foundation building monks stopped talking at this moment, and their eyes fell on the group at the door.

At this time, the two blue-robed disciples who led the way had already retreated respectfully, and the only ones left were Fang Nan, the new disciples, and under the gaze of so many foundation building cultivators, a spiritual pressure was formed almost instantly, crowded from all directions.

Feeling this suffocating feeling that almost crushed his body, even if it was Fang Nan, he couldn't help gritting his teeth, his back was sweating profusely before he barely persevered, and in the corner of his eye, the other disciples were even more unbearable, and two of them even trembled with their bodies, their faces were pale, and they looked like they might fall down at any time.

Seeing this, Yunyang Daoist frowned slightly, glanced at both sides, and coughed lightly.

In the next moment, the new disciples below only felt that the pressure on their bodies had suddenly dissipated, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and straightened up one after another, Fang Nan's eyes turned, and he looked at these foundation building monks in front again.

The previous glance was too fast, but after looking at it in turn this time, Fang Nan found that the gray-robed loose cultivator and the woman in white who were in charge of collecting the scattered cultivation were impressively listed, and as for the high-crowned young man, he didn't see his figure.

At this time, after all the foundation building monks looked at Fang Nan and them all at the door, most of them eagerly looked at the young man with a square face who was honest and honest.

Seeing the demeanor of these seniors in the sect, Fang Nan and the monks next to him all looked at this person with some puzzlement, this cultivator in front of him who obviously only had the seventh level of qi refining, if he said that he was made an exception by the gray-robed monk because of something special before, but what is the exaggerated reaction at the moment.

"Could it be the Heavenly Spirit Root?"

Fang Nan suddenly thought of this answer in his heart, and immediately shook his head, laughing at himself, where is the Heavenly Spirit Root so easy to appear, and if this young man is really a Heavenly Spirit Root, he should have stood up in the first batch in front of the Yunhai Stone Pavilion, so why should he be included and look surprised.

couldn't figure it out, so he stopped paying attention to it, after all, no matter what the other party was worthy of, it didn't have much to do with him.

In addition to this person, among these foundation building monks, there was also a black-shirted girl who looked like sixteen or seventeen years old and set her eyes on the old woman, her beautiful eyes flashing, as if she was quite concerned about her one-handed refining technique.

"Now that all the teachers and nephews have arrived, then we will not delay any longer, in the end, the scale of this collection of disciples is not large, it is better to end it earlier. It was the gray-robed monk surnamed Yun who spoke, and after taking his eyes off the square-faced young man, he smiled at the long-haired monk sitting in the middle, "Senior Brother in charge, how do you think it's better to start the distribution this time?"

Yunyang Daoist stroked his long hair under his chin, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly: "Originally, among the disciples recruited this time, except for Huo Yun, a child who was a little special and needed to consult the elders in the sect, the rest happened to be brought in by each of the seven peaks. But since Uncle Hai and Uncle Lin of Liuyun Peak are still in the closed Jiazi Pass, it can only be another matter. ”

"Hehe, if you want me to say, it's better for the senior brother in charge to put Huo Yun into our Qingyun Peak, no matter what, my senior brother is a monk in the late stage of foundation building, and he is only one step away from the Jiedan, and he is proficient in illusion, in the case of several elders who can't retreat, it is really the most suitable to accept this disciple. A dark-faced man in red said with a smile when he heard this.

"It is true that Senior Brother Murong is highly cultivated, but if it is said that he is proficient in illusion, the concubine body will not believe it. The graceful woman in white glanced at him and said with some disdain, "It's just that the senior brothers here are not familiar with Senior Brother Murong, don't I know him yet?"

The red-clothed man's face was stunned, but he couldn't speak for a long time, and he secretly regretted it in his heart, how could he forget that this aunt and grandmother were also on the spot, and the relationship between his senior brother and this person was almost well known among his peers, but he was still confused in front of him.

Yunyang Daoren's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he coughed lightly and said: "That's it, don't argue in front of the juniors, so as not to hurt the harmony and lose face." In this way, this disciple is too special, so let's deal with it at the end and assign the remaining seven people first. ”

"Well, no matter what, among the disciples this time, we must assign a formal disciple to our Liuyun Peak. The woman in white raised her eyebrows and said, "Senior brothers, we have less than two hundred disciples in Liuyun Peak now, this little request will not satisfy Senior Sister I, right?"

Most of the people present were male cultivators older than her, and after hearing this, they really didn't care about anything, so they had to pinch their noses and acquiesce to her first choice.

Yunyang Daoist didn't raise any objections when he heard this, and after glancing at the woman in white, he just shook his head, and brought the tea cup to his mouth and took a sip gently.

"In that case, the concubine has thanked all the senior brothers. Seeing this, the woman in white smiled, adding a little coquettishness for a while, and under the flow of her eyes, she fell on the only female cultivator among the three formal disciples, "Our Liuyunfeng is a female cultivator who occupies the majority, think about it, let's choose this little girl, she is smart and cute, and she is a beautiful embryo at first glance, presumably my junior sisters are eager to take over the subordinates immediately." ”

Although this female cultivator is seventeen or eighteen years old, because of her petite figure, she looks like she is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and her body has not been unfolded, and her immature little face is full of surprise at this moment, but as soon as she saw the eyes of the woman in white looking at her, she immediately reacted, took a few steps forward, and bowed obediently: "Disciple Tang Zixue, please meet my uncle." ”

Seeing that the disciple she had chosen was so sensible, the woman in white nodded with satisfaction, and with a few moves, the girl surnamed Tang immediately understood and walked behind the other party.

On the other side, Fang Nan looked at this scene, his eyes moved slightly, if he remembered correctly, the white-sidedness man who had an old friend with the gray-robed monk was also surnamed Tang, and the girl in front of him who was the first to be picked was most likely the daughter in his mouth.