Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Twenty young monks walked into the hall, just like Chu Yang and his group before.

Wearing masks and light gauze clothes, they stood neatly in the hall waiting to be chosen.

Wu Ya spoke first this time, and said to Ren Yi who was sitting in the upper seat: "Saint, you are not familiar with these young monks of the demon race, why not let me help you choose?"

Any: "Yes."

Wu Ya heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at the new monk who had come in.

When he took a closer look, Wu Ya's jaw almost dropped.

"Why, why are there female cultivators here?"

The Great Elder had a nonchalant expression, "We in the demon clan don't care about gender distinctions. No matter if they are men or women, everyone has the right to receive the blessing."

Wu Ya was almost crying, "It's not a question of rights or not. The Saint is a woman, why did you choose a woman?"

The Great Elder reached out and pulled out a female cultivator who was stronger than the five Wuyas combined:

"You are still a young man, can't you accept a little bit of new things?"

"Saint, look, female cultivators are also the people of our demon clan. You can't favor one over the other."

The one who sits at the top: "Yes."

The Great Elder clapped his hands suddenly and said, "Hey, that's right, but choosing just one won't do. Choose a few more."

He pulled one with his left hand and one with his right hand and pulled them forward.

"How about these two?"

"allow."

The second elder also came out with three people, "I think they are not bad either."

"allow."

"This, this, my cultivation is just a little bit away from breaking through to the third level!"

"allow."

"allow."

"allow."

……

Wu Ya stared in amazement as the little saint girl selected most of the monks waiting for blessings in the hall with one yes after another.

He wanted to interrupt them several times, but the three elders not only ignored him rudely, but also had louder voices than him.

He couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "Shut up!"

The hall suddenly became quiet and everyone's eyes fell on Wuya.

Wu Ya turned around and said to Ren Yi who was sitting on the throne: "Saintess, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to cultivate a pure mind and few desires recently? I think it would be better to do this...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, he squatted down with his hands covering his head.

The great elder rolled up his sleeves and raised his fist, wanting to punch Wu Ya a second time, but was held back by Kuang Jian and Meng Hu behind him.

"Little brat, we are talking to the Saint, why are you shouting and scaring me!"

The second elder glanced around and saw that there were only a few monks left in the hall, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Saint, can your body bear so much?"

He looked at the Great Elder, "That's all, haste makes waste."

Ren Yi, who was sitting at the top, changed his posture to support his head, and said, "Yes."

The second elder and the third elder dragged the cursing elder away.

Wu Ya squatted on the ground, covered his head and cried silently, "Wuwuwu, how can you hit someone so casually? My handsome face..."

The selected monks have been taken to random sleeping halls.

Kuang Jian pinched his brows and said, "What should I do? I don't know when the Saint will be back. How should I spend the night?"

Baichuan Menghu narrowed his eyes and stretched out a hand to wipe his neck.

"or……"

Wu Ya stood up and looked at Meng Hu with a dazed expression.

"Brother Hu, your name has the word 'tiger' in it, can you please not be so fierce?"

Meng Hu was deflated, "So what do you think we should do?!"

"Brother Hu, go to the study and inform the prince to find a way to hold back the three elders and prevent them from eavesdropping at night."

Wu Ya straightened his collar and said, "Leave the rest to me!"

“As for Brother Jian, you have to protect me from being beaten to death later!”

Meng Hu scratched his head, "Eavesdropping? Those are the three elders, not three old perverts. Are you sure?"

Wu Ya patted his shoulder and said, "Trust me, it's right."

Wu Ya was prepared mentally and called Alan to block the door.

Then he looked outside the palace gate with a fearless look.

Kuang Jian frowned and looked at him, "What is your plan? Tell me about it."

"Hold on tight."

"How to defend?"

"Just say that I love the Saint and don't want to share the blessing with them. If you want to get in, you have to step over my body!"

"..."

Kuang Jian was speechless. "You put it so nicely, you want to just take it, right? You call this a strategy?"

Wu Ya raised his head and said, "I just don't believe it. Can they really kill me, the future patriarch of the E Xun family? Kill me and you, the former Silver General!"

Alan was unwilling to be outdone, "And me, let's see who dares to snatch Sister Ren from my brother!"

The three of them blocked the door, staring at it intently.

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps at the door, and Zarshi walked in, holding a man wearing a silver mask in each hand.

Behind him, there were a dozen other people supporting each other.

"Wuya, come and help!" As soon as Zarshi stepped into the yard, he immediately helped the two men to sit under a big tree in the yard, then turned around to help others.

Wu Ya was startled by his shout and walked over subconsciously.

Aren’t they the elite disciples chosen by the three elders to be blessed?

How did he become like this? It's as if he was beaten.

An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he reached out and took off a person's mask.

"A famous name?"

Looking up at the other man who had pulled off his mask, Wu Ya's eyes widened even more, "Yi Yin?"

"Why are you here? Where are those elite disciples?"

The people in front of him were all the ones who had started the trial, Wuya’s good brothers.

There was a large bruise on He Mingling's left face and his right eye was swollen.

"It was my cousin who was supposed to come, and I exchanged Kun Jing with him."

"Wuya, we can't take it anymore. We can't take it anymore."

"Didn't you tell us to find a way to hold our parents back and prevent them from entering Youhuang Palace to look for the Saint? I didn't have any good ideas, so I just encouraged my mother to pretend to hang herself."

Wu Ya's mouth twitched: "You are such a filial son, this injury was caused by your aunt, right?"

"My mother couldn't bear to beat me." He Mingling covered his face. "My father found out about this and he hung me up and beat me for two days!"

Wu Ya held his hands with both hands, "You've worked hard to delay time!"

Yi Yin, who had a limp on one leg, stood up with the help of a big tree.

"What he said is nothing. I showed my mother the letter that my father secretly wrote to Bai Yueguang 20 years ago. My father beat me during the day, and my father and mother played doubles at night!"

"My senior brother was originally supposed to come, but he didn't want to come in the first place, so he just switched places with me!"

This group of so-called elite disciples recruited by the three elders are almost all their in-laws and fellow disciples.

For the remaining one or two that are really not important, they can be exchanged for equivalent cultivation resources.

When the other people in the yard heard what they said, they also spoke up:

"I deliberately smashed my father's magic crystal ball!"

"My mother asked me to sell her robe!"

"I stole my father's private money and gave it all to my mother!"

"I let my father's beast out to play!"

……

Alan looked at the wounded soldiers with bruised faces and noses all over the yard and covered his face helplessly.

Their method is quite crude, but it does work.

Everyone was busy beating their children at home, and indeed no one came into the palace.

Wu Ya looked at the only man in the field who was not injured, "Fang Qing, how come you don't have any injuries at all?"

Fang Qing: "I took off my father's pants."

"When he was entertaining guests."

Wu Ya: “…………”

Alan said sweetly: "Didn't he hit you?"

Fang Qingyi said calmly, "I ran away and hid in the mountains for two days."

Wu Ya stood in awe, "You are the only one who escaped unscathed, but what will you do next?"

Fang Qing remained calm, "The priest ceremony has ended, and all the elders have to return to other levels. As long as we can get through today... we can delay it for a few more days!"

"Won't you still get beaten?"

"The Saint saved our lives, why are you planning to punish us?"

"Yes, yes, yes. We were so rude to the Saint before, but she still saved us. Such a good Saint, even if she asked me to steal my father's private money again, I would be willing to do it!"

"My father once said that a man should die for his friend. What's the point of this?"

Wu Ya was both moved and sad.

This is all they can do for the Saint.

Saint, you must come back soon!