Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

The Qingcheng Sect is a small sect, and it is quite lively today.

A rainbow light flashed across the distant sky and landed steadily on the ground in the blink of an eye. It was the leader of the Qingcheng Sect who came riding on a sword, his long sleeves fluttering, and he looked like an immortal.

The disciples in the hall were filled with anticipation, hoping that an elder would choose them, their eyes burning with eagerness. The sect leader coughed uncomfortably and said, "Everyone, this disciple recruitment meeting is a little special. The disciples will choose their masters."

Disciple chooses his master?

Go against Tiangang.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and didn't understand what he meant for a moment. He actually chose it himself?

That's unacceptable. Ninety-nine percent of the people who come here are here for Elder Cui Yu. If they all want to become his disciples, he will be very busy.

The reaction was as expected. The clan leader wrinkled his nose but had to continue speaking.

"But this choice is not an ordinary choice. It depends on chance." Then he waved his hand, and six doors appeared out of thin air in front of everyone. In appearance, they were all the same.

Hearing this, Yu Zhao looked at the six doors with inquiring eyes, but couldn't figure out what they were for a while.

It turns out that when something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.

The sect leader just raised his hand, and the six doors quickly moved out of position, switching positions hundreds of times before stopping. No one knew who was inside in the first place, and now that they had switched positions, they had even less idea who it was.

Not to mention a group of fledgling cultivators, even the sect leader himself didn't know which door Cui Yu was behind.

"Now you can, choose."

His voice resounded throughout the entire hall, steady and powerful, but the disciples who had been excited at first suddenly became listless, and for a moment no one dared to step forward.

After a period of silence, the disciples all suffered a heart attack.

The dog is really a dog.

What the hell is this called "disciple choosing a master"? They don't even know who's behind the door, it's like picking a blind box. All the gossip I'd heard before is useless.

Leng Quanyi's fingers slowly traced her long black hair. The thin, warm sunlight fell on her profile, more brilliant than the flowers in spring. She asked, "Yu Zhao, what do you choose?"

She wanted to worship the same master as her.

Yu Zhao's heart was calm. Hesitation would lead to failure. If she took Elder Cui Yu as her teacher, it would be difficult for her to run away after earning spirit stones. So her idea was different from others. As long as it was not Cui Yu, it would be fine.

and……

The young man from Dragon King Valley called her "good disciple", so they must have a master-disciple relationship.

As a white-hair lover, his hair color is very eye-catching.

“When you hesitate, you will regret whatever you choose.”

While everyone was hesitating and scratching their heads for fear of making the wrong choice, the girl strode forward with her hands down, walking against the light, her voice resounding.

“So I leave it all to God.”

God has his own arrangements.

Weird.

The six ink-black bamboo doors were right in front of him. Yu Zhao's eyes turned, but what he was thinking in his heart was: I will choose whoever the little rooster points to.

Finally, she slowly walked towards the third door on the left.

The girl's black hair and black robe fluttered and danced. She gently pushed open the door. It was pitch black inside, and then a strong suction force pulled her in.

Before the disciples could even take a look, the bamboo door was shut tightly with a bang, and nothing could be seen.

The next second, Leng Quanyi followed closely behind, tentatively pulling the bamboo door. She frowned slightly, but did not open it, and a flash of hostility passed through her eyes.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she turned her head and silently asked the sect leader, what's going on?

The Sect Master took a sip of tea and said slowly, "The same door cannot be opened twice in a short period of time. The brave ones will find the Master first. Understand?"

"This is the first lesson that this sect master will teach you, the new disciples, today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up in panic after seeing the scene in front of him, because the seemingly weak girl was pulling the bamboo door with both hands, pulling the door outward in an arc, and there was a sign that she was going to tear the disciple's hands apart.

It’s too violent. The sect has welcomed a new violent member.

"Stop! Stop!" The sect leader's forehead twitched wildly, and he shouted and danced without caring about his image.

"Oh my goodness, this is against the rules."

Leng Quanyi didn't let go. The veins on the back of her white hand were slightly prominent. Her muscles were tense, but she exerted even more force. With a certain persistence, she said, "Aren't you the ones who made the rules?"

"I want to stay with her, that's my rule!"

The sound is like a drum hammer from a mountain, shaking people's hearts.

Finally, the bamboo door could not bear the weight and was torn into several pieces, with debris all over the ground. Leng Quanyi stood in the middle, his expression changed slightly, because after the door was broken, it seemed as if there was nothing left.

She had to accept a reality.

Yu Zhao disappeared.

"I told you not to bother. Are you happy now? There's just one less door." The sect leader's mouth twitched as he looked at the mess on the ground.

The girl just uttered an "oh" and raised her hand to grab his beard, her expression cold as she kept asking the same question, "Where is Yu Zhao?"

The sect leader blew his beard and glared, pulling his white beard, fearing that the girl with super strength would tear it. He had raised her for decades and she was closer to him than his Taoist partner.

Seeing someone dare to pull the sect leader's beard in front of so many people, the disciples on the beams were stunned. How brave!

Regarding the bad-tempered disciple, the sect leader sighed and patiently advised: "Violence cannot solve the problem."

"You should consider the consequences before you act. That disciple was simply taken away by the teleportation array. If she is truly so important to you, and one day you kill her because of your recklessness, what will you do?"

Leng Quanyi's figure was like a willow in the wind, her eyes were clear, and the words she said made everyone feel a chill on their necks.

"Then take everyone with you. Kill the others first and then kill yourself."

Everyone gasped and their pupils shrank sharply.

It really depends on it!

Unexpectedly, he was a killer. In an instant, everyone's filter of the girl's beauty, kindness and gentleness was shattered to the ground, and the fragments turned into sharp blades and pierced them into hedgehog spirits.

This is simply a devilish and perverse approach.

One disciple stepped forward and asked, "Fairy, please...don't talk nonsense."

A disciple at the side chimed in with an awkward laugh, "Hahahahaha, just to liven up the atmosphere, don't take it seriously."

Why don't you believe it?

Leng Quanyi raised her eyes and looked at everyone, "I'm telling the truth."

Even if you don't have the ability, it is dangerous to have this idea. It would be fine if you just had this idea, but you even said it out loud in public.

This is really scary.

The sect leader also felt a chill on his back. He knew that the girl in front of him was not lying and she was serious.

But Leng Quanyi didn't think there was anything wrong. When his mother was alive, she killed his father because she thought too much, but he was different.

As long as Yu Zhao ranked first in her heart, she would be the most important. If she killed someone, she would help her destroy the body. If she set a fire, she would be responsible for passing on the fire.

"If you keep making trouble like this, I will expel you from Qingcheng Sect." The sect leader said harshly, his heart in turmoil, fearing that this disciple would make trouble and if he really became an immortal in the future, he would probably fall into the devil and become a cruel and ruthless fallen immortal.

The Qingcheng Sect simply couldn't withstand it.

It looks so crooked, didn’t anyone teach you?

If they were more ruthless, they would kill him on the spot, so as to prevent any future problems.

Being expelled from Qingcheng Sect didn't really matter, but when he thought about being separated from Yu Zhao, Leng Quanyi let go of his hand and stood there blankly, at a loss like a child who had done something wrong.

In order to make up for her mistake, she bent over the ground and picked up the broken wood chips. After a while, the sharp bamboo chips pierced her hands into a bloody mess. The blood fell on the hem of her skirt, and red plum blossoms bloomed.

She seemed to be unaware of the pain and only wanted to piece it together bit by bit.

It seemed that if she could only put the pieces together, she could stay.

This is not a problem of the Bamboo Sect, but a problem of moral character. The leader sighed helplessly, "Enough, stop picking it up."

"I want to stay."

She raised her eyes gently, a line of tears ran down her cheek and dripped onto the tattered bamboo door, her eyes were misty.

But I only managed to piece together a piece the size of my palm. I was in a hurry and used too much strength.

"I can go and learn how to be a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect." Leng Quanyi's voice was clear, like a lost child.

Eyes can't hide things. The girl before him was naive, yet ruthless and full of rage when angry. After pondering for a moment, the clan leader decided to keep her.

There are not many people with excellent talents and pure minds. Many disciples are too impatient. He also has a heart that loves talents. If he can teach them carefully, they will definitely make great achievements in the righteous path in the future.

Either teach him well or kill him as soon as possible.

He prefers the former.

I hope I don't disappoint his expectations.