Suddenly, in a small circle in the distance, someone waved vigorously at Niu Deng.

Niu Deng immediately responded, smiling, he looked back at Mo Bei and the others, and suddenly had a choice!

He said goodbye to Mo Bei and said, "Brother Mo Bei, I have met a few acquaintances, so don't pass by for now!

"See you soon!" Mo Bei nodded.

As he spoke, Niu Deng pulled out his legs and ran towards the teenagers who were waving to him over there.

At this time, Ye Qinghong's voice pulled Mo Bei's gaze back, and she then pointed not far away, and said, "Brother Mo Bei, look over there!"

Mo Bei and the others looked over with her gesture, and in the crowd, a beautiful figure instantly came into view.

Dressed in bloody clothes, black hair fluttering in the wind, and in the ink-like black eyes, the gaze wandered, exuding a trace of cold arrogance, rejecting the coldness of thousands of miles away, without the slightest pretentiousness.

Ice sculpture man.

Carrying a three-foot green sword, it made a faint sound, constantly groaning, showing a trace of killing intent from time to time!

She stood there quietly, unhurried and impatient, with a breezy expression.

The teenagers who wanted to be attentive next to them were all shocked by this cold temperament, and they didn't dare to talk easily, and subconsciously withdrew a foot or two.

Even if this figure is in the crowd, it is also particularly beautiful and conspicuous.

The flower of the flock!

Mo Bei had even forgotten to look at her cheeks.

The indifference that is beyond the world, and the coldness of arrogance, invisibly exudes a trace of killing intent, and the two strands are incompatible temperament.

It's just that the coldness in the killing intent is intertwined with the coldness in the arrogance. Coexisting on this shadow, but it seems to be natural, extremely conspicuous. Let people find her existence at a glance among thousands of people.

Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons.

Precisely the best evaluation of her.

Come to think of it, under this arrogant and cold temperament, there must be a face that captivates the country and the city.

Around the red-clothed shadow, there were many women around, talking and laughing, and there were bursts of coquettish laughter from time to time.

These women are fighting, ** at first glance, it is eye-catching.

"This," Ye Qinghong's cheeks bloomed with a hint of pride, and a little pride: "She is the proud disciple of our Taixu Sect, Ye Qingshuang!"

"Ye Qingshuang?" Mo Bei muttered to himself, looking at the bloody figure, his eyes flickering from time to time, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Disciple, disciple of the Taixu Sect, could it be that she has been accepted as a disciple of the Taixu Sect, then why is she in this crowd to be assessed?" Long Haotian asked curiously.

"Hmm!" Ye Qinghong changed the little rabbit to his right hand and held it lightly, gave a thumbs up with his left hand, and danced his teeth and claws, and the unconcealable pride on his face became more and more obvious:

"Well, she's naturally not an official disciple now. However, this assessment is simply pediatric and easy for Sister Qingshuang!"

"I'm afraid, her background is not simple. Mo Bei suddenly interjected.

"......Forehead" Ye Qinghong glanced at Mo Bei in surprise, nodded, and raised her delicate chin slightly: "That...... That's right! Sister Qingshuang, but it's like a family!

The so-called One Elephant Family is a descendant family of Ye Shenyi, the founding patriarch of Taixu Sect!

Her high-profile existence, grandfathers have praised Sister Qingshuang's understanding of sword intent since she was a child, she is called second, and no one dares to call it first!"

"But......" Ye Qinghong's words changed, and her tone was a little low, with a hint of loneliness: "I'm much worse than Sister Qingshuang......"

Ye Qingshuang, Ye Qinghong......

Mo Bei looked at Ye Qinghong and then at the shadow in the distance, and nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood something.

"Tsk, this time so many disciples of the family have already been determined anyway, why bother to pretend to participate in the assessment again?

Long Haotian was originally quite proud because he was a child of the Seventy-two Rat Family. But after Ye Qinghong said this, he suddenly felt that he took himself too seriously, and his tone was sour.

Ye Qinghong didn't understand the meaning of his words, and said with his fingers folded: "Not only that, but there are many powerful disciples this time." ”

"This time, the Taixu Sect recruited disciples, and about four thousand people came, and one thousand people were disciples of the immortal cultivation family on the main mountain of the Taixu Sect. Two thousand people are the disciples of the wealthy families who control the major countries of the Taixu Sect, and one thousand people are the grassroots of the people, the elite talents discovered by the Taixu Sect.

You must know that in the thirty-one countries controlled by the Taixu Sect, there are secret agents in the major martial arts halls. ”

"Like Li Jiyue, Sun Zhongyan, Chen Yubi, Chen Jiuchou, Wang Lie, Zhang Xinghuan, Liu Qinghe, and Liu Yuheng, they are all geniuses. ”

Ye Qinghong moistened his throat, pointed at Fang Luoyou and Chen Qingzhu, and then said:

"The two of them, with Sister Qingshuang, Ji is not sick, but they are peerless geniuses that are rare in a hundred years in the capital of the Taixu Sect!" Ye Qinghong waved his little fist fiercely, his bright eyes emitted a scorching light, and he said loudly: "It's really a dragon fight!"

"But ......" Ye Qinghong looked at Mo Bei again, and the hot light in her eyes turned into worship: "My brother Mo Bei is not bad!"

Mo Bei shook his head with a wry smile, noncommittal. But he thought of Ye Qinghong's words in his head.

A thousand folk grassroots.

Come to think of it, I'm one of them.

But......

The disciples of the family may be very strong! But the immortal path emphasizes the immortal fate, relying on personal efforts, not the worldly status!

This is too vain, I must cultivate Dacheng!

Suddenly, a girl on Ye Qingshuang's side saw Ye Qinghong, and someone shouted:

"Qinghong, Qinghong, come here!"

"Ahh Go say hi to them first, and I'll come back to you later!"

As she spoke, Ye Qinghong shouted at Ye Qingshuang and the others and ran over. Mingle with that group of striking girls.

Ye Qinghong pointed towards Mo Bei from time to time, her eyebrows fluttering, and she didn't know what she was saying.

Ye Qingshuang subconsciously glanced at Mo Bei, and the indifference and arrogance in her eyes were obvious.

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows, and secretly thought in his heart: This woman is really arrogant.

"Tsk, Lao Tzu still thinks that cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals needs to cut off the dust and live a life that is not close to women. Long Haotian also stared at Ye Qingshuang's side, licking his lips, rubbing his hands, with an excited lewd smile on his face:

"Originally, I didn't want to come...... Right now...... Hehe, I almost missed such a great opportunity...... Compared with these women who cultivate immortals, the so-called beauties in the world are simply unsightly!"

Mo Bei rolled his eyes and interjected, "They are all gone, why don't you leave?"

Long Haotian turned his head and looked at Mo Bei in a daze, the evil smile on his face gradually subsided, replaced by extremely solemn. Ban Xiang said, "I'm not leaving." I know you have the strength, so I want to follow you. ”

"Follow me?" Mo Bei's expression became a little weird.

"That's right. Long Haotian nodded, and said with a straight face: "My ancestor of the Long family was just an ordinary Qi refining cultivator more than a hundred years ago.

But it was precisely because of the coincidence that I got acquainted with the Jindan cultivator, and instead of being a cow and a horse, I served for decades. The ancestor of my Long family led the entire family to rise. ”

"It's just a pity-" Long Haotian's words turned sharp, and his eyes became gloomy: "My Long family's foundation is not good, and there are not many talented disciples.

Therefore, after the death of the ancestor immortal, no foundation building monk was born. As long as there is a foundation building monk, it will never be possible for my Long family to stop at seventy-two rats and be promoted to thirty-six dogs!"

"You can say that my Long family has a discerning eye, or you can say that my Long family is opportunistic, one person gains the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven. But ......" Long Hao said loudly:

"My grandfather once said to me, I don't care who you are, but I care, who you follow, as long as you find a good person, you can prosper with a backer!

This is the case in this world, and my life's goal is to revitalize the family! Promote the family to the Thirty-Six Dogs, or even the Seven Bull Family!"

"So!" Long Haotian clenched his fists fiercely and looked at Mo Bei with burning eyes: "I chose you, I know you have this strength! One day, you are bound to soar into the sky!"

Those geniuses are surrounded by countless followers, where is my turn? I am willing to be your follower!"

"You are so sure that you have so much confidence in me?" Mo Bei was a little amused.

"I believe in my own vision!" Long Haotian took three steps back, clasped his hands into fists, and said to Mo Bei very solemnly: "In the future, you will be my leader! I will be your follower, you let me go east, I will never go west, you let me beat dogs, I will never fight chickens!"

Looking at Long Haotian, Mo Bei smiled.

"I don't know anything about this Taixu Sect, that Long Haotian, as a disciple of the seventy-two rats, should know more things than me. If you accept him, you can save a lot of trouble in the future. ”

"Okay. Mo Bei was speechless. Seeing Long Haotian's solemn and firm appearance, he had no choice but to agree.

Some people are willing to take the initiative to be a little brother, and Mo Bei will not refuse such a good thing.

Looking at these disciples here, Mo Bei gradually noticed the difference.

The more than 1,000 disciples of the Taixu Sect's immortal cultivation family rarely carried iron cages on their backs, and they all had a strange black cloth bag around their waists, which should be the legendary spirit beast bag. And the more than 2,000 disciples of the wealthy families are all carrying iron cages, iron boxes, and wooden cages, which contain all kinds of birds and beasts.

And more than 1,000 grassroots disciples are just as empty-handed as themselves!

Suddenly, an old man let out a cold shout, interrupting Mo Bei's thoughts.

"Everyone, come with me! Those who lag behind will be disqualified from the assessment!" As he spoke, the old man turned his head, and walked towards the front regardless of whether Mo Bei and the others followed.

Mo Bei and the others listened to a stirring spirit, and hurriedly chased after them. Follow the old man through the bustling crowd and come to a sword practice platform somewhere at the foot of the mountain.

In the center of the platform here, there is a majestic stone sword that is more than 100 zhang long and three zhang wide!

The age of this sword is very old, and the wind and sun have been exposed to the wind and sun for many years, and the hilt of the sword has been slightly yellowed, and it is obliquely inserted in this vast land, exuding a reckless atmosphere, which makes people only feel that they are humble and small in their hearts.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with a few dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, and a few big characters that are extremely domineering - Wu Jian Tai!

"What a domineering momentum!"