After dressing up as a demon, i was pregnant with a cub

Part 9

as soon as he said this, the scene was silent.

after a short silence, yuan chong suddenly burst out laughing, as if he had heard some kind of big joke: "little master, are you confused?" the xuan immortal zun has not received disciples for a thousand years, so why do you worship if you want? wouldn't it be embarrassing for you to hurry up and choose someone else, lest no one accept you in the end? "

"a thousand years of not accepting disciples, does not mean that today is not collected," he drunk's face remained unchanged, and even the curvature of the smile at the corner of his lips was not less than one point, "no one stipulates that you can't choose the boss, right?" "

yuan chong's eyes filled with pity and he sneered, "just by you?" in your cultivation in the early stage of refining qi, who gave you the confidence that the boss would look at you? "

there were a few snickers from the crowd, and two or three disciples whispered, "actually, someone dares to choose xuan xianzun, should he say that his newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, or do they not count their own pounds and a few pairs?" "

"i think master yuan chong's brother is right, what is the use of looking good, it is just a low cultivation, the brain is not very good, it is really blind to this face."

"shouldn't he know?" since he had accepted the rebel disciple and expelled him from the division with his own hands, he had already been disheartened by the love of the master and the disciple, and if he did not accept the disciple for a thousand years, i was afraid that he would not accept the disciple again until he ascended to the top of the path. "

"what doesn't know, this matter is known to the whole world, he will not know?" i think he just doesn't measure up, or deliberately sensationalizes. "

the disciples exchanged heads and ears, and it seemed that at this moment, they were divided into two distinct groups, one group of people fell to yuan chong, and the other group of people still stood on he drunk's side.

还有几个始终不曾吭声的，处在观望状态。

the first step in making trouble for the qingxiao sect is to alienate these fresh blood.

just when the two groups of people looked at each other unfavorably, jing yun returned from the direction of the main hall, and he heard the twittering of the square, and suddenly his face sank: "what a noise!" i can't wait for a cup of tea, i don't even have the patience to do this, the path of cultivating immortals has lasted for a thousand years, how long can you go? "

the disciples were quiet, daring to be angry and did not dare to speak again, jing yun cleared his throat: "the leader and the elders are ready, you can enter with me." "

the main peak of qingxiao is more than a thousand feet high, and the qing frost hall is located on the top of the mountain, as if carrying the blue sky on its back. the surrounding sea of clouds sinks, the morning fog condenses into frost in the low temperature, staining the green bricks and tiles white, and the qing frost hall lies in the snowy field, looking at it from a distance, as if it is a fairy atmosphere.

no matter how rampant this group of disciples were outside, when they really entered the great hall, they didn't dare to come out.

the first person of the famous immortal path, xuan xianzun, sat on that throne.

just before they were in the square, this group of disciples was still saying, "finally i can see the true face of the immortal zun", at this time, when they were really standing in front of the immortal zun, none of them dared to raise their heads.

the white-clad sword xiu ming was just sitting relaxedly, but it seemed that there was an invisible pressure enveloping the temple, and everyone was like a sword hanging high above their heads, and if they were not careful, they would be beheaded on the spot.