Unparalleled Gentleman

It's a coincidence that Lingduan came here.

Only half a year after he came to Tianyong City, Tianyong City ushered in the once-in-ten-year acceptance ceremony.

Although he is a crappy guy except for his spiritual power, Lingduan still likes to have a disciple. After hearing about this, he is gearing up to take in a good disciple.

For his knowledge, the sixth-generation master teacher expressed his satisfaction, and then turned to ask Zi Yin if he would like to accept him as an apprentice.

Looking at his back, Ling Duan sneered, "Don't accept disciples now!"Just because someone doesn't know doesn't mean he doesn't know, Master Ziyin didn't accept Lingyue as a disciple until 300 years later!

Oh, you said Baili Tusu, what the hell is he!

Seeing the back of the real master teacher disappear into sight, Ling Duan lazily lay down on the rattan chair. For so many years, Zi Yin has only one Ling Yue as his apprentice, even if you say it, will he agree!

Thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, expressing the tranquility of the years.

The disciples of the outer sect who were cleaning looked at Ling Duan and involuntarily relaxed their movements. After two hours, Ling Duan, who had fallen asleep, opened his eyes, glanced at the sun above his head, and asked, "What time is it?" gone?"

"It's the end of the time to return to the real person." The disciple waiting on the side said, Ling Duan paused, stood up slowly and stretched.

"You go back and rest." He said, and flew into the air in the next breath, flying towards the direction of the mountain gate. On the open space above the ten thousand steps, a hundred or so teenagers were standing there waiting anxiously.

In the sky, several real elders sat in a row, looking down at the group of teenagers.

Under such circumstances, Mausoleum suddenly appeared above the open space, and all the disciples and several elders turned their heads to look at it. Even the youngsters exclaimed when they saw that he did not step on the flying sword.

Very cool!

Then, Ling Duan saw that sitting on the second seat to the right of Master Zhangjiao, was looking at him with a cold face... Master Ziyin.

Ling Duan's feet stopped, he didn't catch his breath, his whole body moved, he almost fell from mid-air, he finally stopped pretending, sat down on his seat brilliantly, turned his head and looked at the person who was separated from him. Ziyin in one position.

Damn, why is he here? !

Well, you won't come over? ! [Who made an agreement with you, hello! ]

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's start." The head teacher said, the immortal cultivator must first have a spiritual root, and what needs to be done now is to test the spiritual root.

Of course, there was an extra process of walking the ladder before, and a hundred or so disciples were deleted and selected.

For an entire hour, two single spiritual roots, five double spiritual roots, a dozen three spiritual roots, and several four spiritual roots and five spiritual roots were selected, and the rest naturally had no spiritual roots.

"Sorry, everyone. Only those with spiritual roots can enter the way of cultivating immortals. If you don't have spiritual roots, come here. We will send someone to send you home in a while." A foundation builder said, and the audience was crying all over the place. .

Although not angry, but without immortal roots, there would be no immortal destiny. More than a dozen people dragged their heads down and walked into the teleportation array, waiting for a few immortals to send them back home.

Raising his hand to pick his nails, Ling Duan blew on the nail cover, but when he turned his head, he found a familiar figure, Ling Duan's pupils shrank!

"Wait!" He said, his eyes lingering on the group of people without spiritual roots.

That face is inexplicably familiar, that person is inexplicably familiar.

"You..." He paused, raised his finger and pointed to a young man who was huddled in a corner not far away, opened his mouth and managed to utter a few words, "What's your name?"

His voice was trembling when he spoke, and a group of people looked at him with suspicion. Even the young man he pointed at was stunned, and he almost knelt down after realizing it.

"Go back, if you go back to Immortal Master, my name is Yang Lin."

Ling Duan's eyes trembled slightly, and finally he couldn't hold back the mixed gas, "Is there anyone else in your family?"

He said that the eyes of a group of people looking at Yang Lin changed. Like them, this person has no spiritual roots, so why is he favored by the immortal master? He must be planning to keep him here!

They were able to guess, and Yang Lin was able to understand his meaning even more, and immediately replied: "I am a widow, Zhan Luan, and now I am a beggar."

"..." Lingduan was silent for a while, swept him up and down, looked like a beggar Huazi, he pursed his lips, and finally said: "I want to take you as a disciple, but you don't have spiritual roots... Would you like to be a swordsman?"

A sword cultivator is not afraid of the way of heaven, not afraid of spiritual roots, and points his sword directly at the sky.

That is, be a little tired.

He finally opened his mouth because of that face, and the real Ziyin on the side glanced at him, Lingduanniao didn't care about him, the emotional guy thought he was the only one in the world who could be a sword repairer? !

Don't forget that there is also a Shushan Sword School in Shushan!

"I wish!" I thought I was going back to continue begging, but I didn't expect to be spotted by the immortal. Yang Lin was so happy that he couldn't help himself, and replied loudly. The monk looked at him and stretched out his hand to bring him out.

This is the one Elder Lingduan said he wanted to stay, so it's better to be careful.

"Although you can become a swordsman without spiritual roots, it will be dozens or even a hundred times harder than having spiritual roots. If you are not careful, you will go crazy. In addition... I am not a pure swordsman. I can help you. Many." Ling Duan confessed to him, "If you are still willing, I will accept you as an apprentice."

"I..." Yang Lin didn't know that there was still this problem, he hesitated for a while, and nodded fiercely!

So what's the hard work, Xiuxian has changed his fate against the sky, if he was afraid of hard work, what would he do in Tianyong City!

"Okay, then I'll..."

Ling Duan was very satisfied with his enlightenment, and straightened his originally lazy sitting posture. Just as he was about to say something, a voice suddenly came from beside him, "This son is destined for me, would you like to join my sect and be my disciple?"

A cold voice sounded not far away.

It's Ziyin!

"Zi Yin, what do you mean?!" He looked over in a daze, and happened to meet those cold gazes, new and old hatred added together, Ling Duan suddenly became angry!

What does this person mean, but Ling Duan remembers it clearly, his big brother Ling Yue is the first disciple of Elder Sword Holder!It means that before that, this person had never taken in an apprentice!

Now it's fine to rob him of his apprentice, but the one who robs is still a child without spiritual roots!

The man sat on the stool and looked up, Ling Duan naturally looked back unceremoniously, his chest should not be too straight!

"He has a relationship with me."

Finally, the man said so.