は防§詩§lv The following is a typo, according to the pinyin, Bai Du = Baidu to shrimp = yixia hey = нèì Yan = Yan brother = ge tube = guan cut = kan drunk = zui letter = xin Zhang = zhang street = jie Seeing He Yu's grimace, Feng Wenruo couldn't help but roll his eyes helplessly while feeling that He Yu was a little interesting

"As the deputy sect master of my Yiyuan Sect, what kind of system is it to be fooling around in front of everyone's eyes" Feng Wenruo just sat down cross-legged, and a white-haired old man with a bone fairy wind beside him stroked his white beard and shouted in a low voice!

With a dry laugh, Feng Wenruo replied in a low voice: "Uncle Shi, you don't know that I have presided over this freshman conference for 800 times, and I want to vomit those words."

"Ping Pu is also the master of a sect, and he has not been in the sect for hundreds of years, if he lets other sects know, what is the face of my Yuan Sect, besides, I am also your senior uncle, and I am also the great elder of this Yuan Sect, Yu Gong and Private, I have to tell me where I go, is it" The white-haired old man with the bone fairy wind narrowed his eyes and stared at Feng Wenruo on the side

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother is really, you don't even tell Uncle Shi where you go, don't be angry, when Senior Brother comes back, I will personally tie him up in your domain and let you deal with it."

The white-haired old man's eyes narrowed, and he snorted softly, "Where is your senior brother, wouldn't you know?"

Shrugging his shoulders uncomfortably, Feng Wenruo hummed with some confidence: "I, I, I really don't know!"

The old man snorted lightly, and stopped talking to Feng Wenruo, and Feng Wenruo was also very bored because of the speech of a domain master on the side: "You can't change some new words!" The latest chapter of нéíуапgě has been updated

Muttering in a low voice, Feng Wenruo was bored and swept around, and when he inadvertently glanced at He Yu with a dumbfounded face, Feng Wenruo couldn't help but look at him a few more times with curiosity, after all, ordinary disciples don't dare to mess around with themselves like that

At this time, He Yu looked at Hua Yuge on the far right with a pig-like face, and moved along He Yu's line of sight, Feng Wenruo smiled and said in a low voice: "It's very interesting!"

The freshman assembly lasted for seven days, and when those sect master elders left, seeing those Yiyuan Sect disciples with relaxed faces, He Yu couldn't help but lose his voice and said, "They are all pretending!"

After Wang Mo and the four of them returned to the courtyard, they cleaned up a little, and finally felt some hunger in their stomachs, so they took out some spare dry food from their bodies and used some of them, and fell on the bed.

The seven-day new disciple conference had already exhausted the four of them physically and mentally, and they couldn't support it anymore and fell asleep

Wang Mo didn't know how long he slept this time, but when he opened his eyes again, the sun outside the window was already noon. The cultivation of the new disciples of this Yuan Sect is all based on self-consciousness, and Wang Mo and the four of them have just entered the First Yuan Sect, and they have not yet shown anything, so there is no sect master and domain master

And the Nalan Hall in Jiadi was valued by the elder surnamed Nama on the day of the entrance, and he was accepted as a closed disciple

After Wang Mo yawned lazily, he got up and walked to the small courtyard outside the house, where there was a well made by the disciples who lived in the past.

He couldn't help but perk up, so he simply sank his head directly into the bucket, washed his face well, and then walked back into the house refreshed, and sat down at a yellow wooden table.

At this time, the three of He Fang also woke up one after another and sighed lightly, Wang Mo said suspiciously: "Do you think it's too easy for us to enter the Yiyuan Sect this time?"

Taking a sip of the tea on the table, He Fang yawned and replied, "I didn't pay much attention"

"Eh, second brother, you're still a masochist! you have to be half-paralyzed to come in to be happy!|"

Although He Yu's words were a little owed, Wang Mo still shook his head and didn't think about it

"But I also have a problem with the second brother"

With a chuckle, Wang Mo said lightly: "What?"

"You say"

"Did you notice that we don't have anyone to take care of?"

With a sniffle, Wang Mo asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's just that we slept all day, and no one called us, let alone a mentor or anything to supervise our cultivation, and we rarely met disciples like us in the door, they seemed to stay in the room all day and didn't come out."

After drinking the tea in the cup, He Fang also continued: "Well, I found it too!"

Looking at the three people with doubts in their eyes, Wang Mo said suspiciously: "You didn't ask the other old disciples, or did you check the books or something?"

After speaking, He Yu's face turned sideways, and he shouted in a low voice: "It's not all that bullshit new disciple conference.

Taking a bite of the apple he picked up from the table, Wang Mo smiled: "How come I have time?"

That look of spirit was really underwhelming in the eyes of the three of He Fang

As if he couldn't stand the "vicious" eyes of the three people, Wang Mo put down the apple in his hand and said softly: "Actually, it's not just us who don't care about the disciples in the entire Shengzi Sect."

"Not only is the word gate open, the word door is closed, the word door is injured, they are all cultivating on their own, in order to be able to enter the Qingsheng Domain, but they are also accepted as disciples by the domain master or the door master, the elder or something."

"To put it simply, this word door is our temporary inn, and if you want to have your own home, you can rely on yourself!"

Scratched his head slightly. He Yu said suspiciously: "That means that our family Yuge doesn't have a master yet?"

"How can it be so easy, this sect's Fighting Immortal Conference was originally once every hundred years, but now it has been changed to once every ten years, and only those who rank in the top ten in the competition, or perform well, can be watched by those old monsters."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm definitely going to be the same master as our family Yu Gebai, when the time comes, the talented woman is Maung Qingqing, I'm a little excited when I think about it!"

"Hey, what are you doing, no!"

The struggle between the four disciples can be described as extremely fierce, a friend who is a good friend with you one second, the next second may become an enemy with a sword, the competition between the core disciples can only be described as vicious, for their own future, often a sibling can also kill a compatriot, if you want to gain a foothold in the Yiyuan Sect, it is not a simple matter

In fact, every sect is like this, the struggle between disciples is often that the elders will turn a blind eye, because only the strong can survive, but if you want to get enough resources to cultivate, you must eliminate any stumbling blocks in front of you, this is the survival law of Xiandu

There was nothing to say all night, early in the morning, the morning bell in the sect just rang, Wang Mo and the four of them woke up in the meditation one after another, and the aura of heaven and earth in the Yiyuan Sect was naturally a thousand times thicker than the outside, just one night, Wang Mo and the four of them felt that they had made progress, although it was only a slight one

Although the mental method cultivated by Wang Mo and the four of them is the realm of this immortal capital, the existence of the top, but Wang Mo and the four of them resolutely chose to go to the Immortal Book Hall to receive the basic immortal method in order to be unnoticeable

After making a decision in their hearts, the four of them immediately put on the unified white robes of the Yuan Sect, left the residence, and drove along a winding path towards the place where the Immortal Book Hall was located

The Xianshu Hall is located in the northwest corner of the Shengzi Gate a hundred miles away, and to go to the Xianshu Palace, it is necessary to pass through the ordinary room where the named disciples live.

Along the way, Wang Mo and the four of them met some registered disciples who were carrying large bags or carrying large and small packages and also went up and down the mountain with their feet.

As soon as these people looked up and saw the white robes on Wang Mo and the four of them, they all showed respectful expressions and bent down to stop in place, and only after Wang Mo and the four of them walked away did they dare to continue on the road.

Looking at those registered disciples who were wearing rags and linen clothes, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and still had to do heavy work, He Bao couldn't help but say with some pity: "They are so pitiful!"

Sighing lightly, He Fang nodded and said, "Yes, any sect, this named disciple is living a life that is not as good as a pig and a dog."

Even He Yu, who was usually full of ruffians, nodded with a serious face at the moment, but Wang Mo said coldly with an indifferent face: "The fittest survive and the weak have no way.

"This is also the rule of survival in Xiandu"

Although he didn't agree with Wang Mo's indifferent words in his heart, He Fang couldn't say anything to refute Wang Mo's words, he had lived a more miserable and lower life than them in the past, but he never felt that because of his temporary misfortune, he felt inferior to others, and it was better to leave this painful world by himself than to live like the walking dead like them

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