Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"What did you say?!" The woman opposite her had a sinister look in her eyes and she sped up her attack again.

But more haste, less speed.

His mind was in a mess and his moves obviously deviated.

The point of force applied for the upward thrust was one finger off than expected, and Shen Qiao keenly noticed that when the woman swung the sword in anger, the hand holding the hilt moved the entire arm to make a "swinging" motion while gathering force. This subconscious habit was not something that people who used swords all year round would have.

Shen Qiao easily avoided this flawed move and then chopped the tendon on her wrist without any hesitation.

The woman's wrist softened, and the sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. She was so angry that she cursed, "You lowly girl! How dare you fight back?"

So arrogant?

Shen Qiao raised his eyebrows and looked carefully at the man in front of him.

He seemed to be in his twenties, and his cultivation level was unclear. He was dressed like an outer sect disciple, but Shen Qiao was sure that he had never seen such a person before.

But why was she holding the Qingluan in her hand? Or was it Yunzhi who brought it back from outside?

"You can't even hold a sword steadily. You are not suitable for sword training." Shen Qiao kicked up the Qingluan Sword she dropped on the ground and caught it, then checked it.

It is indeed true.

When the woman saw Shen Qiao holding the Qingluan, her eyes seemed to be even more disgusted, which Shen Qiao could understand.

No one likes others to touch their spiritual weapon casually.

Shen Qiao lowered his eyes, thinking of how, after he had committed suicide in his previous life, Qingluan had also sacrificed himself for his master. The sword was a good sword, but the person holding it now...

"You are not worthy of this sword." Shen Qiao threw the sword back, turned around and left without even looking at it.

Since he was Yunzhi's person, she didn't want to ask too much, which was a pity for Qingluan.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiao sighed unconsciously and shook his head.

This attitude obviously caused the woman to misunderstand.

"I'm not worthy? Haha... you're just a person with average water spiritual roots. You're not worthy of being his disciple at all!"

She looked up and wanted to make a few more taunts, but she found that the person had already walked away.

Gone!? She just left like that??

"Why are you running? Are you afraid that I'll see what you're thinking?"

"If you like the title of 'First Disciple of the Immortal Lord,' take it." Shen Qiao said calmly as he walked along the ground. "I wish you and your disciple a happy relationship."

"You!" The woman was speechless. She wanted to refute but couldn't bring herself to speak. In the end, she could only watch Shen Qiao disappear from her sight.

After a short delay, Zhang Wan was already waiting anxiously when Shen Qiao returned.

"Young Taoist priest, what's that over there...?"

"Oh, nothing." Shen Qiao smiled.

"It's just a dog barking. Let's go back."

Zhang Wan nodded: "Okay."

Time passed quickly, and the day of selecting inner disciples was approaching.

There are more people qualified to participate this year than in previous years. Shen Qiao remembered that at this time in her previous life, she was still in the early stage of the second stage of the Forget Dust Realm and could only watch from the audience.

It was at this time that the senior and junior sisters who had always taken care of her successfully became disciples. She had no one to rely on in the outer sect and was often bullied, such as by Li Jianshan.

And in this life, she no longer needs Yun Zhi's help to protect herself.

"Now we will begin the first round of spell testing. Everyone come to the front and draw lots!"

The person who presided over the selection was Senior Sister Gong Yihua, whom I met a few days ago. Tianxing Sect has never been good at superficial things. The leader just gave a few words of advice before the competition to keep a sense of proportion, and then it started directly.

There are usually three rounds in the competition: talismans, weapon fighting, and mental skills.

The two categories of "talismans and spells" are generally tested together, "weapons" are weapons, and as for the final "mind method", it requires entering an illusionary world for trial. Because this is directly related to the acquired practice, it accounts for the highest proportion in terms of scores.

The three exams last for three days, and the scores will be announced on the spot after each exam. After you finish the mental method test on the last day, you will know whether you have made the ranking or not.

According to the number of disciples that the elders and immortals can accept this year, the top five will be the most likely to be accepted, and there are fifty people participating in the competition this year.

In fact, this first step of drawing lots is very challenging for everyone's mentality. The questions on talismans and spells are randomly assigned. For talismans, you have to go to a specific place to draw talismans, and for spells, you have to go to the senior brothers and sisters who are invigilating on the other side to cast spells. Whatever you draw depends on your luck.

Shen Qiao thought she was lucky enough, of course, that was before she drew the "Mind Transfer Technique".

Mind Transfer Technique? Have outer disciples learned this?

Could it be that the Immortal Lord Zhanmeng, who was in charge of setting the questions, drank too much again and put it in the wrong place?

She looked at the request on the note and couldn't help but feel doubtful.

"Ah."

A scornful laugh reached Shen Qiao's ears. She looked up and saw a woman with a heroic appearance and a slim figure.

"Today, I can crush you under my feet and make you give up the idea of ​​becoming my disciple."

Shen Qiao looked at her expressionlessly for a moment. Just when Luo Dai thought she was about to say something harsh, she saw Shen Qiao frown again and said apologetically, "Senior Sister, may I ask who you are?"

Luo Dai's expression went blank for a moment.

Only then did she remember that she had not told Shen Qiao her name last night.

"Tell you what, Ben..."

"Those disciples who have drawn the test questions may now perform their magic. Also, no whispering is allowed."

Shen Qiao looked away and realized that the person who spoke was Wu Jin, who had fought with her before.

This person obviously still remembered Shen Qiao and nodded slightly at her. "You, come to me."

"Yes." Shen Qiao went over with the note, leaving Luo Dai standing there alone without finishing her sentence.

Luo Dai took a deep breath and turned to the talisman.

She really didn't believe that Shen Qiao could successfully perform the "Mind Moving Technique" that even the inner disciples might not master!

"'Mind Transfer Technique'?" Wu Jin took Shen Qiao's test paper and took a look at it, frowning as if in disgust.

"Whose good person wrote this? It has no taste at all."

Shen Qiao couldn't help but twitch his lips after hearing this blatant complaint.

Why does this senior brother feel so familiar?

Having said that, Wu Jin turned around and went to the cage behind him to catch the "necessities" for Shen Qiao for this exam - a rooster that kept screaming, and a little black dog that failed to escape and was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and was scared silent.

This chaotic scene caused many disciples to look over here secretly. Indeed, from the perspective of the whole scene, Shen Qiao's side was probably the most "lively".

Wu Jin obviously didn't care about these looks. He put the two funny guys in front of Shen Qiao and said, "Come on. If the chicken barks like a dog and the dog crows like a chicken after the spell, you'll pass."

Shen Qiao stared at the chicken and the dog for a moment, then he sighed and raised his head, "These two won't do."