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Chu Hua noticed that Jingnian was not right. She thought that the disciple's words had irritated him. She swept her sharp eyes over the disciples and said in a soothing voice, "An Nian, you are ready to practice now. Don't worry about it."

The disciples below felt the pressure from Chu Hua and fell silent immediately. Jingnian also felt Chu Hua's comforting intention. The turmoil in his heart slowly subsided and his eyes became clear again.

Why did he lose control because of what they said just now...

"Dear monks, the apprenticeship meeting is about to begin. The top ten contestants can choose their own master. Please do your best to choose your favorite master!"

An old Taoist in a long robe stroked his beard with one hand and spoke with a bit of majesty.

Chu Huan sat down to the lower left of Ling Ye. Jingnian stood behind her, looking at Mu Lin in the crowd with a serious look.

If the master...really only accepts him as a disciple, then he will forgive the master and be her disciple at ease.

The abnormalities of these days made him realize clearly that he cared about his master... Even if his master had seriously injured him in the previous life, he could let bygones be bygones, as long as his master was like this now.

He will not let his master down, he will do better than Mulin.

The competition officially began, and various spiritual powers converged together, making people dizzy. As expected, Mu Lin's realm had reached the middle stage of foundation building, which was much stronger than ordinary disciples. He quickly entered the finals.

"Senior Brother Mo." Mu Lin bowed and looked at the handsome man in front of him. He was the only one who could compete with him in this competition. However, his strength came not only from his talent but also from the support of his family's alchemist, while he relied purely on his talent. Therefore, if they started fighting, he would most likely be at a disadvantage.

But Mo Feng was a man who refused to be persuaded. The Mu family approached him privately, but he refused without hesitation.

Mu Lin had a gloomy face and had to take out the pill and swallow it. He had to win this competition. People would only remember the number one, and he wanted to be the number one!

Mo Feng's expression changed when he saw Mu Lin swallowing the pill. It was a second-grade Peiyuan Pill!

Mu Lin was originally at the same level as him, but after taking one Peiyuan Pill, Mu Lin's strength could reach the advanced level of foundation building!

"You!" Mo Feng's eyes were filled with anger. He didn't have a family background as good as Mu Lin's, so naturally he couldn't afford the elixir. He lost in this way, and even if he didn't accept it, he could do nothing about it.

"There is no rule in the apprenticeship ceremony that prohibits the consumption of medicinal pills. Let's get started, Senior Brother Mo!"

After saying that, he used his spiritual power to attack Mo Feng without giving him a chance to react.

There was constant controversy off the stage.

"Even if Senior Brother Mu wins, it's not a fair victory!"

"You can take pills in this competition, as long as they are not crooked. We have taken a lot of them!"

"But Senior Brother Mo's situation is special. His family..."

"Family background is also part of one's strength. We can only blame him for his bad luck."

......

Listening to the discussions below, Mu Lin curled his lips in pride. How could someone who came out of the gutter compare with him?

Mo Feng retreated step by step and kept defending, but he did not give up. They were right, he had a poor family background and could not enjoy many things, but he would work hard to make himself able to get them!

Mo Feng clenched his teeth, raised his head and looked at Mu Lin, with obvious defiance in his eyes. He mobilized all the spiritual power in his body and seized the opportunity to deliver a heavy blow.

Mullin was beaten back to the edge of the ring, only half a palm away from stepping off the stage!

Seeing that Mu Lin didn't fall off the stage, Mo Feng's eyes turned gray. He knew that he was doomed to lose. He had already used all his strength to attack...

Mu Lin was furious, and he directly summoned his magic sword. He swung the sword with great force and knocked Mo Feng off the stage. Mo Feng was unable to resist, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fainted completely.

"Senior Brother Mu actually even has a spiritual sword! I envy him so much!"

"Well, the Mu family is rich and powerful, so they will naturally provide Mu Lin with anything good."

"Senior Brother Mu is so amazing! He will definitely take first place in the competition!"

"I wonder who Senior Brother Mu will choose as his master!"

......

The disciples' attention was all on Mu Lin, and no one paid attention to Mo Feng who had fainted. In the end, it was the disciples from the same courtyard who carried him back.

Chu Hua shook her head as she watched Mo Feng being carried away. He was too stubborn and it would be difficult for him to grow even though he had talent.

"Master, do you feel pity for Mo Feng?" Jingnian looked gloomily at the place where Mo Feng left. He always thought that Master was looking at Mu Lin, and never thought that he was looking at Mo Feng?

"No, I just think his character is a little worse."

It is undoubtedly reckless to try to challenge something that has been decaying for a long time before you have grown up.

Jingnian withdrew his gaze. It was good that there was no such thing. Empathy was the beginning of all emotions, just like when his master brought him back.

Mullin became famous in one battle and had a smug smile on his face. When the people behind him saw that their opponent was Mullin, they voluntarily gave up the opportunity to compete, and Mullin directly reached the top.

"The assessment results have been announced. Except for the top ten, the remaining disciples should return to their residences and wait for the Sect Master's assignment."

The old Taoist with a long beard looked at the top ten with a smile. The quality of the new disciples this year was much better than in previous years.

"Then please let Mu Lin choose his own master first!"

"Disciple, obey the order!"

Mu Lin bowed and took a step forward. His eyes swept across the many peak masters, and paused when he saw Chu Huan.

He originally wanted to choose Chu Hua as his master. Originally, Yu Xianzun was very powerful, and Yu Xian Peak had no disciples. If he went there, the best resources in the entire peak would definitely belong to him alone...

Unfortunately, Yu Xianzun has already accepted a disciple, and even said that Jingnian is her only disciple...

But even so, the conditions at Yuxian Peak were still much better than those at other peaks. Mu Lin gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try. After all, he was first in the competition, and he believed that Yu Xianzun also saw his strength.

"Disciple would like to choose Immortal Yu as his master."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present changed their expressions. Jingnian even glared at Mu Lin. If looks could kill, Mu Lin would be dead.

Ling Ye looked embarrassed. He had promised Yu Chuhua that he would not force her to accept a disciple! Besides, Chuhua had already said that she would not accept a second disciple. This young man was still too ignorant.

"I have no intention of accepting any disciples."

Chu Huan sat upright on a high chair, her delicate eyebrows and eyes tinged with a barely perceptible hint of anger. She was dressed in a green shirt and had an elegant temperament, not like an ordinary fairy, and a cold and aloof aura lingered around her.

Mu Lin was unwilling: "But Jingnian——"

"I will only have him as my disciple!" Chu Huan interrupted him directly. She could see that her little disciple was very concerned about his involvement with other disciples. At this moment, he was even colder than her. He had a bad background and was a little sensitive.

Chu Huan pampers her own apprentice and gives him enough sense of security.

The coldness on Jingnian's body dissipated in an instant. The master said that he was the only disciple...

Jingnian curved his eyebrows, and his temperament softened.

"Anian, go home."