This female leader is a little bit stronger

Mo Daochun thought Ning Ye was dissatisfied, so he gritted his teeth and took out a storage bag from his sleeve.

He said righteously, "Although Lu Yi is a disciple raised by Hong Hao, he still carries the name of Xuanxian Dao Sect. My Xuanxian Dao Sect should also express its gratitude. I hope this apology can make up for the child. I hope that the senior and the child will put aside the past grudges."

Hong Hao's lips twitched when he heard this. What did he mean by a disciple he brought up?

It is the master who brings you into the door, but the practice is up to you!

Old Fox Mo is still trying to pass the blame to him!

Ning Ye took it without hesitation.

He took a quick glance and snorted!

It's much worse than Honghao's.

Hong Hao's heart was bleeding. What a sin! That was his life savings.

He swore that he would never accept another disciple, because a bad disciple would ruin his master!

Ning Ye put away the storage bag, and his attitude finally softened. "Let's put this matter behind us. I hope you will properly control your disciples in the future. By the way, I have a descendant of an old friend who joined your sect not long ago. His surname is Chen, and his name is Jia Qian. I hope you won't treat him harshly."

After she finished speaking, Ning Ye flicked her sleeves, and white clouds gathered around her. Her figure and breath disappeared in an instant.

Mo Daochun looked at the Grand Elder.

The peak-level fusion expert who had been playing dumb shook his head, an expression of profound mystery on his face. "She's gone. Even I can't match her extraordinary abilities. The Xuanxian Dao Sect must not make enemies with her, or we might be wiped out!"

Mo Daochun sighed.

The Northern Holy Land finally produced an unrivaled expert, but he was hiding in a small place like Xiyuan County!

It would be great if I could come to his Xuanxian Taoist sect and become the ancestor!

If they have such an ancestor protecting them, do they still need to be afraid of other holy lands and major sects?

Now I just hope that we don’t make enemies.

By the way, that expert just mentioned the descendants of his old friends!

Mo Daochun immediately came up with an idea. Returning to the mountain gate, he immediately gave orders, "Go find a disciple named Chen Jiaqian among the new disciples. This sect leader wants to accept him as his personal disciple!"

……

Xuanxian Taoism, inner sect.

Xie Chengyun was wearing the attire of an inner sect disciple and had just finished his retreat.

When several fellow disciples saw this handsome young man coming out, they immediately crowded forward.

"Thank you, Junior Brother!"

"Thank you, Junior Brother. You've gone into seclusion again."

"Junior brother is really hardworking!"

"..."

Xie Chengyun bowed politely. After practicing, the boy's face became more and more handsome. His voice was deep and pleasant. "Ah, it turns out to be my senior brothers and sisters. Hello, senior brothers, and senior sisters... Hello too."

A senior sister blushed, "Junior brother's cultivation has increased again, it seems that he is about to establish his foundation?"

Xie Chengyun nodded.

A senior brother flattered him, "Junior brother, you've only been practicing for a month and you're already building your foundation. With such talent, I'm afraid the elders from all the peaks will be vying to accept you as their disciple!"

Another person said, "I've heard that the sect leader wants to choose a personal disciple from among the inner disciples, so it must be Junior Brother Xie!"

"It has to be Junior Brother Xie! Among the inner disciples, who has more talent than Junior Brother Xie?"

Everyone nodded unanimously.

Xie Chengyun curled his lips.

In his previous life, not long after Zhao Heng joined the Xuanxian Taoist sect, he was spotted by Sect Master Mo and accepted as his personal disciple.

I have taken away his fate, and this personal disciple will inevitably fall on me.

This is called fate...

Boom-!

Boom-!

Boom-!

Suddenly, three bells rang from the top of the Sect Leader's Peak.

A group of people looked over there in surprise.

They started discussing quietly:

"After three bells, the master accepts the personal disciple?"

"Who?"

"How would I know?"

Everyone looked at each other and glanced at Xie Chengyun.

The young man's face remained calm, but his body was as stiff as a wooden chicken!

The roar in my heart——

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Why would Mo Daochun accept someone else as his personal disciple? This doesn't go against fate!"

The powerful being in the bracelet also asked, "What's going on? Didn't you say that the personal teaching would definitely be yours?"

"I don't know..." Xie Chengyun's face turned pale. He silently pushed everyone away and walked towards his residence. He couldn't figure out what was going on along the way.

How can fate be changed?

He unknowingly walked to the Pilgrimage Road, and saw a group of elders carrying a little fat man from the outer gate and hurriedly heading towards the Sect Leader's Peak.

The pupils shrank sharply!

"Chen Jiaqian!"

"Why isn't he dead?!!!"

Chen Jiaqian screamed, but couldn't break free from the old hands. "You weird old men, why did you tie me up? Let me go! Ah, don't tear my clothes... That's too perverted! Boss, where are you? Come and save me!"

The elders smiled strangely as they mercilessly took off his outer sect attire and put on him the clothes of a direct disciple.

But because Chen Jiaqian is too big, it is not so easy to put it on.

"Little Fatty, don't struggle, your blessing is here!"

"That's right, I'm just becoming your disciple, why are you yelling?"

"Come with us to see the Sect Master!"

A group of people passed by like the wind.

Xie Chengyun understood that the disciple that the sect leader wanted to accept was Chen Jiaqian!

He clenched his fists so hard that they made a crackling sound.

"Fatty, you stole my opportunity in Dongyang County, and I haven't settled the score with you yet! Now you are going against me again!" Xie Chengyun gritted his teeth, walked to a secluded place, took out a black talisman, bit his finger, and was about to write!

The powerful one immediately spoke out to stop him, "Wait! That little fat guy has the Emperor's Purple Luck. He's already caused you and me to suffer backlash before. You must not act rashly against him!"

Xie Chengyun was unwilling to give in. "Senior, I wanted to let him go, but he blocked my path! In this battle of great ways, either he dies or I live!"

Mighty: ...

Why does this sound a bit weird?

"Anyway, you can't touch his luck!" The powerful man compromised, "At least not now!"

Xie Chengyun wrote Chen Jiaqian's name and eight characters on the black talisman stroke by stroke, and said through gritted teeth, "I won't touch his luck. I just want to curse the fat guy to bad luck like I did to Zhao Heng before!"

As the last stroke was made, a black gas suddenly rose from the talisman paper and floated towards the leader's peak.

This black energy has several tentacles that are invisible to the human eye.

It enveloped Chen Jiaqian, and its tentacles were about to penetrate into his seven orifices.

At this moment, Chen Jiaqian, who had been forced to complete the apprenticeship process, suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest. He took a look and saw that it was the talisman paper Ning Ye had given him that was glowing.

On the other side, Xie Chengyun, before he could feel happy, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

It backfired again! And this time it was even worse, the person fainted directly.

The black bracelet cracked with a sound.

Mo Daochun had just finished drinking the tea handed to him by his new disciple when he glanced up at the glowing talisman and immediately felt an extraordinary power. "Hey, your talisman..."

Chen Jiaqian quickly put the talisman paper into the innermost part of his clothes, placing it close to his skin, and gave it to Mo Daochun with a defensive look, "You bad old man, it's ok to rob me, but don't even think about stealing my talisman!"

Mo Daochun: ...

"Once you become my disciple, you must call me Master."

Chen Jia pursed his lips, "It's not like I want to worship you."

Mo Daochun suppressed his temper and said, "Little Fatty, do you know who I am?"

Chen Jiaqian was young and fearless. "I know, Sect Master~ So what? I've met more than one Sect Master! My boss is also the Sect Master!"

Mo Daochun’s fists hardened!

He had been the sect leader for hundreds of years, and had never been provoked like this by a disciple!

He swore to let the fat boy see his majesty!

He kept rummaging through his sleeves.

Swish it!

He pulled out a large, gleaming sword.