"Who is your master?" Fortunately, the three old men have lived a long time and are quite broad-minded. People like them actually have many disciples.
The idea of respecting teachers and respecting moral principles has been almost worn away in this world where one is judged by one's own strength. Now that someone so insistent suddenly appears, they are quite happy.
Therefore, I still like a disciple who is unwilling to change his profession to others, even if the disciple he does not want to join is theirs!!
"Wang Yiyi" reported the name again, but Yi'er secretly curled her lips.
"Wang Yiyi?" The old man with the white beard read the name and found that he didn't have the name in his memory, so he simply threw it aside: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to become a disciple. Since you are the one brought here by this kid, you should stay first.
Down!!"
Yi'er glanced at Lou Xiaozi, her heart suddenly moved, and she suddenly thought of something. When Shang Yu and the others mentioned this Martial Saint, they once mentioned that this Martial Saint had three disciples!! Here!
But there are only two of them, and this third one...
"Okay, let all the boys below come up if you don't scream, the mistress will get angry after a while..."
Then, Boy Lou also walked over to Yi'er and the old man with a black beard called everyone up together.
In fact, it's nothing special. It's just that everyone touched one side...well, as the saying goes, they touched the bones!! And what's depressing is that the three people took turns touching it. The two old men with black beards touched it once, and then the old man with white beards touched it.
once again...
No wonder these people are unwilling to tell this matter. No matter how you think about it, it feels a bit obscene!! It’s okay for boys, but it’s even more awkward for girls.
Having said that, there weren’t many girls in the first place. Just like this time, so many people came up, but they were just two girls, Yu Yan and Luo Er!!
"Huh?" When he touched Xia Mo, the black-bearded old man raised his eyebrows. He looked Xia Mo up and down and then pushed him to the white-bearded old man, "Master, take a look.
!”
The old man with a white beard directly carried Xia Mo over like a little chicken, and touched him from head to leg with his hands, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "It's really strange. It stands to reason that with his ability, he can't get in at all."
Xiaolou..." The old man with a white beard stroked his chin, and after a long while he said: "There is no external force." Then he looked at Xia Mo: "Little guy, which family are you from?"