Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The following person is the arrogant son of the heavens left after numerous waves of waves. The brother-in-law on the side heard very satisfied and whispered: “Xuan Wei, why not this?”

Hearing this, Jiang Yinghe glanced gently at the audience and did not agree. +++ Popular novels: www.wuxiax.com

The respectful young man who had respected himself before seeing him said nothing, suddenly lost his original self-confidence, his face (color) changed and changed, but in the end he dared not say anything, and he frustrated and resigned. The other candidates behind him, however, were eager to try.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to accept students, but that this person’s qualifications are not up to the standard-this standard is not Jiang Yinghe’s standard, but is determined by the “Ajiang Master System” that he crossed with him a thousand years ago. . He wants to go home, there are only two ways to go, one is to meet the conditions of the “Ajiang Master System”, to teach three talented (yan) disciples who are well-known in the world, and the other is the illusory union Soaring.

Originally, he thought that the first method would be easier, but for a thousand years, he was about to forget the appearance of the earth. Xiu Xian all repaired a group of fellow students. The “master system” still reminded him immobilized: insufficient qualifications, please do not Income door.

The head of Penglai looked helplessly at the disappointed and discouraged face of the talented disciple. He looked at Brother Jiang’s cold and frosty profile and sighed, “Next.”

Another young talent stood confidently under the high platform, talking about how much time he spent building the foundation and how much time to break through the soul period… But Jiang Yinghe’s expression on the stage remained unchanged, and he slowly drank tea. .

The tea soup, Cuiliang, is the Enshi jade (dew) cultivated by the Lingquan irrigation, and it tastes a kind of sweetness. Jiang Yinghe took a sip slowly, then raised his eyes and fell on the other party.

[Slightly superior, does not meet the entry requirements]

The sentence displayed by the system is marked, so he does not need to investigate it personally. The requirements of the “Ajiang Master System” are unexpectedly high. In a thousand years, he has not seen the seeds of cultivation cents in the vision of this system. .

Jiang Yinghe put down the teacup, and the celadon gently tapped on the case, making a slightly heavy noise. He looked away, and no longer gave extra sight, said lightly: “Insufficient qualifications.”

The teenager who has been bathed in the praise of “genius” at the first glance said that at first glance, he looked at him incredulously and stunned, but he could only retreat reluctantly, his eyes still closely following Xuan Wei Xianjun.

Everyone knows that he has not accepted a student for many years. Naturally, he also knows that to enter his door, it is estimated that the threshold will be very high. However, the genius recognized by the two successive worlds was ruthlessly rejected, and the people who initially hid and laughed began to panic.

As expected, the next few disciples with outstanding qualifications did not take this step. When they retired from the stage, Jiang Yinghe had not even finished the tea at his hand.

He leaned against the wall with one hand, his eyes falling in the foam that was scattered inside, and he had no hope of this selection.

Brother Jiang Yinghe’s head brother still had a glimmer of expectation. He approached and reminded him, “Brother Jiang, this last child is the best in this group. His mother is a real person from the Moon at the Gwanghan Palace.”

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and shifted his eyes from the green and cold tea surface. When he saw a young boy in white salute to him, his eyes were filled with extreme self-confidence, and he seemed to be more deserved than the previous children.

“Xuanwei Xianjun, my name is Cheng Zihan, and it took only 27 years to successfully build the foundation. Now the bone age is less than 40 years old, and has broken through the middle of the foundation. The heart of Xiangdao is firm, please accept me as a disciple! ”

There was a cry of exclamation and a lot of discussion from the audience.

“Twenty-seven years? So fast?”

“You don’t even know him? His mother-in-law is a real person from the moon. There is a saying how to say, a journey out of a hundred years!”

“Awesome, you must be able to visit the fairy king’s gate this time?”

The sound of the discussion under the audience was very low, but with Jiang Yinghe’s cultivation, he could still hear clearly. He glanced at the other party, and when he saw the stereotyped “inadequate qualifications” on the other party, he was about to say no.

But at this moment, the “Ajiang Master Respect System” that had been as stable as an old dog in his mind suddenly rang, and a noisy sound with a bit of ears constantly rang, and the water in the porcelain cup of Jiang Yinghe’s palm was a bit noisy Shake slightly.

[Find the target! The evaluation qualification is: natural talent (yan). 】

Jiang Yinghe’s eyes glanced over, silent for a moment, put down the teacup and got up.

When he was sitting still, he was energetic enough. At the moment, he stood up. When he walked down the platform, everyone’s eyes were attracted to him, and countless people who looked forward to it all followed.

The Penglai School recruits introductory disciples every ten years. This is the first time Xuanwei Xianjun has stepped down from the throne for a disciple in a thousand years. This is a unique honor for the younger generation monks of the real world.

The jealous eyes of everyone were then put on Cheng Zihan’s body, and he wished he was standing there now.

The snowy white kimono on Jiang Yinghe’s body fluttered with the breeze, and also brushed over the ends of his long black hair, and the breeze lingered around his hair.

Cold fragrance floating.

Cheng Zihan’s heart thumped, and there was a feeling of fullness about to burst. The man in front of him is the only princess of the Penglai school today, and the man who has been thinking about dreams for thousands of years. It is his young Qimeng and his predecessor who has always guided him to move forward. Spiritual pillar.

Xuan Wei Xianjun, Jiang Yinghe. He put the name on his heart and tasted it, waiting for the other person to say a word of consent. An extreme pride flowed from Cheng Zihan’s spine, wrapped in a huge sense of satisfaction-they could not enter the eyes of the fairy king , Only I can.

Jiang Yinghe stopped in front of him, and the eyes of Han Ruoxing stared at the past, with a light tone: “Insufficient qualifications, please withdraw.”

The teenager’s restless heart suddenly stagnate, and the whole body of blood seemed to be no longer flowing.

Everyone under the platform also shook with a sudden silence.

“I…why,” Cheng Zi asked hoarsely, “Why don’t you want me? I…”

His words didn’t finish.

Because Jiang Yinghe passed the side of him with a calm expression, the fluttering cold fragrance dissipated, as if he had arrived when he arrived (Mo). He walked to the edge of the platform, facing the most marginal corner of the stage, where there were the few people watching the ceremony.

Jiang Yinghe’s eyes fell off the stage, carefully recognizing the systematic evaluation given by the young man in black in the corner, and confirming the words “natural yan”, saying, “I don’t want him in this seat… want you.”

His voice was light and smoky, and there was another frost and snow coldly, and the next sentence sounded with impunity.

“Will you please come under my Xuanwei door?”

Everyone’s eyes followed and saw that the man seemed to have never been on the stand. Then he slowly raised his head and (exposed) a deep and beautiful face, and a pair of blood-red eyes.

At this moment, the mentality of all the people who watched the ceremony exploded–in the whole Penglai immortal gate, there was only one person with a pair of demon red eyes, that is, the body of the heavenly demon Li Huanhan who had just started not long ago.

The last celestial demon body was the blood river deity thousands of years ago, and it was only one step away from the union. But the body of the devil was used to cultivate the Dao, then there was no qualification at all. It was estimated (touching Mo) that Penglai sent him to collect, probably to put an end to the possibility of another terrible demon repair and lead him to the right path.

How can Xianjun choose him? How can such a person come under Jiang Yinghe’s door! He doesn’t deserve it at all!

But Jiang Yinghe stood still in the distance calmly, as if waiting for the other party’s answer, and before Li Huanhan replied, the question on the other side suddenly sounded and everyone’s voice was spoken.

“He? He is a demon body? Jiang Xianjun, IMHO, there is no place for him to be your disciple!” Cheng Zihan stepped forward suddenly, the tone was excited and said, “Xianjun does not choose me but chooses such a dross! The disciple has no way Accept! The reason I came to Penglai is your true biography. The fame of the fairy king should not be tarnished on such a person. The demon should let him go directly…”

The word “go to death” failed to be exported.

The viewing platform was silent again, extremely silent, with needles audible.

A snow-white ice sword floated in the air, and Han Rong’s biting sword edge pressed against Cheng Zihan’s eyeball. The extreme coldness froze his eyelashes.

The millennium sword repair machine (sha killing) machine, even if only for a moment, makes people tremble and shudder.

“People selected by this respect,” Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and put the snow sword in the air into the palm of the sky, and his voice was like a sword light, short and cold, “There is no need for others to judge.”

When the Forgotten Sword disappeared, the temperature of the entire viewing platform returned to normal, and Cheng Zihan had become soft all over, and he sat on the ground. The feeling of high life was not without real experience. ) The disciple of the foundation can bear.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t look at him more, but just turned around and reached out to the young man in black under the platform: “Come.”

Those blood-red eyes met him for a moment, with a trace of hidden inquiry. Finally, under the eyes of everyone, Li Huanhan jumped up onto the viewing platform and stood in front of Jiang Yinghe, and the entire Xiaoyao Peak sank into a icy depression.

The cold fragrance lingered.

On top of Jiang Yinghe’s palm, covered with another person’s finger, he brought the temperature of others that he rarely touched (touched Mo).

He looked at the blood eyes that showed the body of the heavenly demon, and his eyes were deep and cold, and his voice was very low, but it rang smoothly.

“it is good.”

“I think this proposal is very good.”

A black-eyed blood-eyed man stood holding a sword, and was originally just watching with an expressionless expression. When he saw Long Night rushing into Jiang Yinghe’s arms, his blood eyes dimmed and walked to Jiang Yinghe’s side.

Jiang Yinghe had a very light fragrance. Daomen Jianxiu, which is cold outside and hot inside, is upright and gentle. Whether it is to make a furnace or to “eat”, it is indeed full of temptations.

Qin Jun is a ghostly evil spirit. This little brother who is always coquettish is not a good thing. I don’t know what he is thinking about. Master said that he is the only one, but he still attracts so many unknowns. Evil repair…

Li Huanhan stared at Jiang Yinghe’s hand that appeased Long Ye. His nerves, which had always been cold, were burned by flames. He felt that this “brother” was very unsightly.

“I also want to teach my younger brother well.” Li Huanhan raised his eyes, “Master?”

Jiang Yinghe let his young apprentice stick for so long, naturally knowing that it was better to let him learn to be independent early. Now, after listening to the words of the two of them, even looking at the long night with a face of grievances, it is still very important.

“Obey.” He rubbed the teenager’s hair. “You can’t rely on me too much at your age.”

Blinking in the middle of the night, Jiang Yinghe’s waist wanted to struggle for the last time, but his eyes fell down on the demon’s body along the ground, and then glanced at Qin Jun.

The gray-haired man licked his lips, watching Jiang Yinghe’s eyes always had a bit of hunger, which made Long Ye feel more disgusted than Li Huanhan, who was cold-faced (sha killing).

After the young boy buried in his arms reluctantly agreed, Jiang Yinghe turned his head up and glanced under the Qingjing Cliff with his consciousness. Sure enough, he felt that many disciples gathered together because of the roar of the monster , Looking at the discussion here.

“Jun’er…”

“The disciple understands.” Qin Jun said casually, “This took this demon race away to see our Penglai mountain gate.”

He looked at Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, and his eyes met with those bright ink (color) eyes for a moment, and his casual tone of voice lightened for a moment.

“…No (kill sha).” He thought for a while and added, “Listen to Master.”