Lou Qianxue nodded: "good, from now on, you are the person of the ninth hall."

"Yes." Qiuyang bowed his head and stood on one side.

There was a murmur of discussion.

"In those days, Qiuyang was also the genius of our hermit sect, and his talent was not romantic Unfortunately, when I went out to practice and compete with others, I was shocked to break my meridians and became a waste man from now on... "

"Ah, it's said that when Qiuyang entered the Yinzong, the patriarchs were very optimistic about him. However, the elders of the eighth hall were very quick to treat Qiuyang like a parent-child, and Qiuyang was moved to enter the eighth hall before the patriarch opened his mouth."

"Yes, if it wasn't for the elders of the eighth Hall who begged Qiuyang to go to the eighth hall, how could they have joined the eighth hall with the talent of Qiuyang?"

"And now He became a waste man, the eighth hall elder, but he did not hesitate to abandon him

"However, to me, it may not be bad for him to leave the eighth Hall Although the elder of the ninth hall is not good at cultivation, he is so beautiful and not bad at heart. But now that Qiuyang is in the eighth hall, he is always ridiculed. Even the elder of the eighth hall scolds him all day long. "

“....”

Listen to the voices of all the people, Lou Qianxue is more disgusted with the eighth hall elders.

She looked at the book, standing alone, with her head drooping, gray and decadent. There was not a trace of youthful vigor in her whole body, and a trace of emotion could not help passing through her eyes.

New apprentice, it seems that he is also a person with a story!

After one person entered the ninth hall, the atmosphere between the fields was slightly relaxed.

"There are still two people left. Who else would like to enter the ninth hall?" The elders of the second hall were very dignified and asked the people.

The fourth hall elder hesitated: "I am not as generous as the eight hall elder You can't give a good gift, but a bad one can... "

His eyes in the fourth Hall of disciples in a circle, and finally fixed in a person: "Lin listen to the wind, you, you, out of line."

This man is not the least gifted person in the fourth hall, but he is the slowest in the progress of cultivation, which is dispensable. Even, because he often lags behind, the elders of the fourth hall have been tired of him for a long time.

At this time to be able to get rid of him, the fourth hall is not distressed at all.

A strong, fat young man, with a calm face, stepped out.

Lou Qianxue looks at the past.

Young people's cheek with baby fat, white fat, like white steamed bread, even with a bit of cute.

His eyes were calm and his breath was calm.

After he became an abandoned son, he did not grudge or feel uneasy. He did not look at the elder of the fourth hall more than once, and bowed to the thousand snow on the tower.

"Disciple Lin listened to the wind and met the elder of the nine halls."

Lou Qianxue nodded and involuntarily lifted tianwu's eyes. Seeing through all the vanity, she found something wrong with the fat man. She could not help but feel a little strange in her eyes.

But

This disciple is interesting.

"The second one, too."

"Lin Tingfeng's talent is lower than average, but his speed of practice is very slow. He has been in the Yinzong for three years, and now he is not in the Xuanwu realm. He can be called the slowest person in our Yin sect to cultivate."

“.... I'm not a reliable elder, but I've brought these two wastes In my opinion, the ninth hall will be at the bottom as soon as it is opened. "

“！” The leader of the hidden sect was not happy. He looked at the elders with disappointment. After Lin heard that the wind had been set, he immediately said, "nine girls, this third quota, if you want to sell me a face, it's up to me to choose for you."

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