"Alright, Elder Bai, you can choose. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The old man saw that the middle-aged man was a little nervous, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's okay, we are in the Valley of the End of the Heavens, no matter who comes first and then comes, you were originally a talented guy, and I believe that within ten years, you will be able to reach the late stage of Jindan." ”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, ten years, to go from the early stage of Jindan to the late stage of Jindan, for him, it was pure nonsense, the old man's tone was so plain, it didn't look like a joke.

After a moment of silence, he pursed his lips and nodded, cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice: "I'll pick a positive number, just eight." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden sigh on the field, and many disciples who were so nervous that they clenched their fists let go of their hands one by one and laughed with palpitations.

Seeing that no one came out, the middle-aged man frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What are you all laughing at? Who is the eighth disciple?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and no one speaks.

"You ......" The middle-aged man felt that his dignity had been humiliated, and was about to get angry, when he was suddenly stopped by the old man next to him.

The old man's face was gloomy, he took a few steps forward, and said sharply: "The disciples that Master Bai just named, please come out." ”

Although the scene was much quieter, no one came forward.

"Who is Eight?" the old man shouted with a flushed face.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, and everyone bowed their heads and said nothing, afraid to look at the old man.

Liu Rong stretched out his hand again, glanced at it, and then moved two steps to Lan Feng's side, and said in a low voice: "I'm scared to death, I thought I was wrong, it's good that it's number three, otherwise, it will be troublesome to offend the elders." ”

Lan Feng stared at the middle-aged man on the stage motionlessly, the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became, and when he heard Liu Rong's words, he just nodded casually, but it didn't take long for him to seem to react to something, and his expression moved slightly.

When he stretched out his hand to look again, Lan Feng was shocked and exclaimed, "It was obviously No. 3 just now." ”

When some of the disciples in front of them heard this, they all turned their heads and glanced at Lan Feng in surprise, their eyes revealing a deep dissatisfaction.

"Senior brother, I'm the number three. Liu Rong glanced carefully at the number in his palm again, and shrugged helplessly.

Lan Feng rubbed his eyes vigorously, and saw that the "8" in the palm of his hand was clearer.

"Do you think that if you don't stand up, Elder Ben won't be able to do anything about you?" the old man seemed to be really enraged, smiling and smiling with his hands, and a white light shot out, and the white light traveled around him, and finally slowly rose and floated above his head.

“€??? $......" As the incomercy of the incantation came out of his mouth, the light flashed in mid-air, instantly penetrating his eyebrows and disappearing.

The old man took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Who is Wu Yong, why don't you come out quickly?"

Before Lan Feng could react, he stood there staring at the number in his hand, dumbfounded.

Liu Rong beside him heard the old man's roll call, turned his head and glanced at Lan Feng, and seeing his expression, he hurriedly pulled the corner of his clothes, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, call you!"

Lan Feng's heart was shocked, and he replied loudly: "Elder, I am Wu Yong." ”

The old man snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows and said, "I told you not to come up, do you want the old man to go down and invite you in person?"

The elder laughed. Lan Feng took a deep breath, hurriedly lowered his head and stepped forward, he thought about countermeasures in his heart, and unconsciously came to the old man's side, and respectfully hugged his fists and said, "Disciple Wu Yong, meet the elder." ”

"I still look like a person who knows some etiquette, let me ask you, why shouldn't you just call you?" the old man asked with a slight expression and squinted his eyes.

The middle-aged man beside him also stared at Lan Feng with a gloomy face at this time.

Feeling these two cold gazes, Lan Feng didn't raise his head, and replied truthfully: "Elder Hui, the disciple's eyes are not good, and he accidentally sees eight as three, please don't be surprised." ”

The old man snorted lightly, his gaze stayed on Lan Feng for a long time, shook his head, and said, "You don't have enough spiritual roots, just follow Master Bai to practice well." ”

Lan Feng's expression was as usual, but he was a little worried in his heart, and after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask: "Disciple dares to ask the elder, if he is selected by Master Bai now, then he can't participate in the division ceremony?"

"That's natural, since you already have a master, then the division ceremony, you don't need to go again. The old man touched his beard and nodded.

"Then ......" Lan Feng bit his lip and mustered up the courage to whisper: "The disciple still doesn't choose the master first." ”

The old man's expression was stunned, and he squinted and said, "What did you say?"

The atmosphere was already very awkward, and what Lan Feng had just said was like a time bomb at this time, slowly igniting over time.

Lan Feng took a deep breath, his heart sank, he simply let go, and said in a loud voice: "What the disciple means is that since the style of the Doomsday Valley has always been fair and just, then this master ......"

"I can't help you!" The old man really couldn't bear it, he directly interrupted Lan Feng's words, snorted lightly, and shouted angrily: "Don't know what to do, who do you think you are, now it is the master who chooses you, not you who chooses the master, understand?"

Lan Feng was furious, habitually clenched his fists, slowed down for a long time, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his head lazily, and said lightly: "My life is up to me, why do you dominate me?"

"Do you want to die?" the old man narrowed his eyes, blowing his beard and glaring angrily.

Seeing these two people arguing, the middle-aged man hurriedly walked over and said embarrassedly: "Elder Sun, I know that you are protecting me, but he is still a child, alas...... During the rebellious period, you can stop worrying about him, and I'll draw another lot. ”

Lan Feng raised his eyelids, but at this moment, he stared at the middle-aged man for a moment, and said in surprise: "Why did you become like this?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Lan Feng with some strange eyes, and said with a wry smile: "You know me?"

Lan Feng was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and quickly shook his head.

"Brother Bai, you don't have to draw lots anymore. The old man stretched out his dry palm, patted the middle-aged man's shoulder, glanced at Lan Feng coldly, and said helplessly: "What do you want? I can meet one condition for you." ”

Lan Feng's expression was a little complicated, he thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Elder, I can promise him to be my master, but I must participate in the division ceremony. ”

The old man squinted his eyes, walked to the side with his hands behind him, and sighed, "You tell me a reason first." ”

Lan Feng raised his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged man, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "The disciple has been preparing for a long time to participate in this ceremony, and I don't want to give up my efforts, as long as the elder agrees to let me participate in the division ceremony, then at this moment, I can worship in front of everyone, do you think this is good?"