"It's useless even if you have a grudge to be my disciple. It's better to worship someone else instead." Fengjian Liuxiang said calmly, and made a decision for him simply and neatly.
Jun Ziqian pursed his lips tightly, his eyes glanced at Wu Jiuzi's face, then moved away, and said flatly: "Thank you, Priest Fengjian, for your advice."
Then he bowed deeply to the fifth priest Bai Yixuan: "My disciple is willing to worship under your old sect, are you willing to accept my disciple?"
The fifth priest, Bai Yixuan, was the examiner of the second exam. Although his fighting power was high enough, he was dull and indifferent by nature, taciturn and as cold as ice. Few disciples wanted to worship under his sect.
Although the Dharma Protector just asked them to choose seven disciples of their own accord, he does not like to compete with others by nature, and he has not been able to receive many well-qualified disciples in the past.
I didn’t expect that a leader would take the initiative to worship him today!
How could he not want to?
Nod in agreement.
"Disciples are also willing to worship under the five priests." Mo Han Luoshang was not picked away. He rolled his eyes and said hurriedly.
"Disciple is also willing."
"Rouge is also willing..."
In an instant, three or four more girls spoke up and wanted to worship under the five priests.
Han Shanzi's face sank slightly. He was also a seasoned veteran, so how could he not see what these girls were thinking?
It’s just that I have taken a fancy to Jun Ziqian, and I want to get close to him first, and become brothers and sisters in the same discipline with him, and practice together and get along day and night...
Where did these children come to study art?
The purpose is too simple!
"When will you be allowed to choose your own master?! Those who don't want to stay can go down the mountain now!" Han Shanzi's voice was cold.
All the children remained silent and did not dare to say anything more. They allowed the seven priests to choose again...
Han Shanzi looked at Fengjian Liuxiang: "Liuxiang, how many more are you going to pick?"
Fengjian Liuxiang shook her head slightly and said only four words: "It's better to lack than to overflow."
His voice was leisurely and indifferent, and his meaning was very clear. He looked down on these children and thought they had low qualifications.
He said this very rudely, and the children lowered their heads.
These children were originally the best among people. They were proud and arrogant and refused to suffer any loss.
If others make disparaging remarks about them, they are afraid that they will immediately get angry. Even if they don't draw their fists, they will still want to give the other person a look.
But they didn't dare to face the world-famous Kazama priest!
This priest is not only amazing in appearance, he has a certain temperament and an inexplicable pressure that makes people dare not blaspheme at all, but just want to worship him.
Those girls who originally had some thoughts about Fengjian Liuxiang were even more disappointed and their heads hung lower.
This sentence is really shocking!
Wu Jiuzi sighed in his heart.
This Kazama priest's actions and words are often unexpected, leaving no one guessing.
However, he only accepted one of his disciples this time. Do you want to spend time with him alone on Piaomiao Peak day and night?
For some reason, Wu Jiuzi remembered the book about master-disciple love that she had read in her previous life, and frowned slightly.
No matter who she falls in love with, she cannot fall in love with him!
She is not interested in master-disciple romance!
"Third uncles, if you have nothing to do, Liuxiang will say goodbye." Fengjian Liuxiang raised his hand to say goodbye, and nodded to Wu Jiuzi: "Come with me as master."
I couldn't see how his figure moved, he was already in the air.
Wu Jiuzi had no choice but to rise up with her sword, but she could not fly so high. There was a breeze in her ears, and her wrist was already held by someone: "I will take you with me once."