You have a good chance, I accept it.

Now they are like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

And all these scenes were seen by the powerful people of various races in the void, and they all showed appreciation.

At this moment, they were also looking for good seedlings. After the good seedlings with strong character came out of Dragon Island, they would naturally be absorbed by the forces behind them.

The forces behind them are all the top forces in the entire Demon Realm. It is naturally not so frivolous to absorb disciples. It is not just about talent.

Talent and character are indispensable.

Compared with talent, character is more important. People with bad character, the higher the cultivation, the more trouble they will cause.

"Someone is lighting the way ahead for us, let's go."

Looking at the red light looming in the gray fog, the remaining cultivators stepped into the fog and followed the red light.

As soon as Ye Lin stepped into the fog, he found that he could not see anything, and his divine consciousness was suppressed, and his divine consciousness could not be released at all.

For a while, Ye Lin could not even distinguish the direction.

All that could be seen was the extremely weak, looming red light in front of him.

That red light seemed like a candle in the darkness, pointing the way for everyone.

"Xuanhuang Wanwu Bell, open."

Ye Lin offered up the Xuanhuang Wanwu Bell, and wisps of Xuanhuang Qi fell, protecting Ye Lin tightly in it. No matter how strong the void wind was around him, it could not break the defense set up by the Xuanhuang Wanwu Bell.

At this moment, it was meaningless to temper the body. Any void wind could cut off his arm, so why bother tempering the body.

If he was so arrogant, he would lose his life in the end.

"This little family holding the flag is very good, with good talent and pure heart. My Yunxiao Pavilion wants it. It just so happens that my Yunxiao Pavilion is still short of a saint. I think he is very good."

In the void, a refined and easy-going middle-aged man looked at the young man holding a blood-red flag and walking in front of everyone in the gray fog with admiration in his eyes.

"Don't you already have a Saint in Yunxiao Pavilion?"

At this time, a powerful person next to him couldn't help but complain.

"A Saint is a Saint, and a Saint is a Saint. With the foundation of our Yunxiao Pavilion, we can still afford a Saint."

The middle-aged man said in a gentle tone, which made the powerful person who spoke earlier feel helpless. He also liked that little guy, and he just didn't have a disciple yet.

But who let others like him? Alas, it's my fault that I was a step slower.

As for arguing over a disciple? Of course it's impossible.

They are all Taiyi Xuanxian, and their ages start from millions of years. In millions of years, they have experienced too many things, and their hearts have long been calm.

They are not so naive to argue over a little guy they like.

"Then if you like this little guy holding the flag, I will take the little guy with the big seal on his head."

The powerful person who spoke to the middle-aged man looked at the young man with the big seal on his head and said softly.

After all, this is the first one who dared to step into the gray fog. His courage is commendable, and he is also pleasing to the eye.

For a time, the great powers of the major forces in the void began to select disciples.

After all, the little guys who can come here are very good, and their future prospects are even more immeasurable.

The income force will use the power of the whole sect to cultivate them, and perhaps they can add another perfect Taiyi to the sect.

For them, the incomplete Taiyi is not of much use, after all, there are incomplete Taiyi everywhere in the Demon Realm.