Yangu's words poked Feng Jueyu's pain. He was so angry that he put a lot of name cards on the table and said: "Aren't they all here? It's really hard to choose.
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The two old men just stared, and Zhiwu took a breath: "This is really a lot." He started to turn over, and then screamed strangely, and exclaimed: "They are all good masters."
Yangu was relatively calm. He took it over and took a quick look. He still looked amazed and praised: "Brother Feng, you seem to be taking over the host."
After all, the disciples of Yunjian Tianmen are still the disciples of Yunjian Tianmen. Even if it is a mandatory requirement to worship and accept disciples, it has attracted so many capable people and people with lofty ideals to visit one after another. It does mean that they are replaced by Yunjian Tianmen. It is conceivable that if
These people have become Feng Jueyu's disciples. How does General Yunjian Tianmen feel?
Feng Jueyu was also troubled and said: "Yes, why do I feel that I have been tricked? I'm afraid someone has already hated me now." He was talking about the top management of Yunjian Tianmen, God knows whether those petty people will
He will take this matter to show his face, after all, he is just a worshipper.
Yan Gu thought for a while with a solemn expression and said: "Brother Feng, actually you don't need to take this matter too seriously. After all, these people have their own purpose in becoming your disciple. They say they are apprentices, but they are just placing themselves around us."
If we have an informant, even if one day we leave Yunjian Tianmen, they will definitely not leave with us, which is completely different from the actual master-disciple relationship."
After hearing this, Feng Jueyu thought it made sense and asked tentatively: "Brother Yangu, you want me to pick one at random?"
Zhi Wucai stroked his beard and rolled his eyes: "If you are not afraid of troublesome things, you can choose slowly."
Feng Jueyu's head was covered with black lines. He looked left and right, and suddenly he had an idea and said, "Why don't we draw lots."
When the two old men heard this, they let out a burst of joy, and they were so happy that they were out of breath: "Brother Feng, you really can do this casually."
Yangu laughed and said: "Judging success or failure by drawing lots, my brother's thoughts are really impressive."
Feng Jueyu was bitter: "You think I think, I guess after I finish reading and choosing, I can celebrate the New Year."
The two old men were speechless and asked the sky, but actually thinking about it, since it was difficult to do, drawing lots was really a more appropriate method. Moreover, if the other party did not sincerely become a disciple, he did not have to sincerely accept a disciple, so draw lots.
So after getting the malicious "pertinent" approval from Yangu and Zhiwucai, Feng Jueyu scrambled all the name cards and buttoned them up, with the bottom facing up, and kept mumbling, thinking in his heart, how could this happen?
It's like a lottery.
After touching for a while, Feng Jueyu casually grabbed one. Yangu and Zhiwu couldn't wait to grab it and opened it. It read: Xiao Shanhe, twenty-first-year-old outer disciple of Guanglei Peak, one year old.
One hundred and thirty-six years old, Lingxu level one.
A 136-year-old man who has cultivated to the first level of Lingxu is already extremely ordinary. Even the speed of his cultivation is a bit slow in the world of Hongtu where there are so many talents. Under normal circumstances, within Hongtu
Masters have rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and have great talent for practicing martial arts since birth. At the beginning, their progress improved very quickly, and with the help of various pills, their cultivation was even more like
You can soar upwards like a rocket, but when you reach the realm of consciousness, you have to rely entirely on your own understanding.
The general masters of the Transformation Realm are around fifty years old, and it is impossible for them to be over a hundred. In this way, they will have enough time to sprint to Lingxu and even Shinto in the remaining two hundred years.
Two hundred years is already very urgent for a master of the Transformation Realm, and the cultivation becomes slower as time goes by. This man named Xiao Shanhe had the first level of Lingxu when he was one hundred and thirty years old, and his cultivation speed was not as fast as before.
It can be considered slow, but it cannot be called fast. The key is that if you cannot reach the divine way as soon as possible in the remaining 100 years, the chance of improvement will be lower and lower. Therefore, Feng Jueyu chose a disciple who is mediocre to the point of being mediocre.
It is not a direct line, but a branch of the outer gate of Guanglei Gate.
There's no need to mention this luck. To use a gambling term, this hand is extremely stinky.
And that's not the only thing that makes people admire the most. The most terrifying thing is this person's resume. The name card clearly states that this person has followed three teachers of Guangleifeng, two of them worshiped him, and as a result, these five
All of them died unexpectedly within three years of his apprenticeship, so that now, this old man named Xiao Shanhe has become something that his grandma doesn't care for and his uncle doesn't love, and he still doesn't even have a disciple.
Martial arts and Xuandao are still practitioners who work hard on the true energy. Before reaching the fifth level of Lingxu, it is difficult to access spiritual magic and divine power. Therefore, it is still unknown what kind of spiritual magic and divine power Xiao Shanhe can accept, and at this time, no one
Accepting him as his disciple shows that this old man's luck can't be explained by just two words: bad luck, it's basically a bad luck.
How can it be so accurate? Whoever follows him will die. Isn't this a typical broom star?
After seeing Xiao Shanhe's resume, Yan Gu, and Zhiwucai's eyes widened, he blinked at Feng Jueyu, and Zhiwucai said: "You are not drawing lots, you are fighting for your life."
Feng Jueyu: "..."
Yangu also said with a solemn expression: "It's too evil. Why don't I change him? Why do I feel that this person named Xiao is specifically responsible for bringing disaster to his disciples?"
Feng Jueyu: "..."
In the hearts of the two old men, it didn't matter whether they really accepted a disciple or not, and it didn't matter whether they were snitched on or not. The key point was that accepting a disciple would cost the master's life. This was something that should never be done.
However, Feng Jueyu didn't think so. He touched his chin and thought hard. The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became. For such a person that his grandma didn't care for and his uncle didn't love, no one would be willing to pay attention to him. If not, how could it be possible?
Can he become an informant? Moreover, Xiao Shanhe is now at a critical moment when he enters from Xuan Dao to Shinto. Without anyone to guide him, the possibility of success is extremely low. In this case, he must listen to what the master says. Such an obedient guy will always
Better than someone who fights against you every day.
Especially after going through five apprenticeships, this guy must have learned a lot of skills. Maybe he is the kind of talent that is not appreciated and needs a Bole to wake him up and turn him into a thousand-mile horse. From this point of view, Xiao Shanhe is actually
Your favorite candidate.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu ignored Yangu and Zhiwucai's kind reminders, pulled all the other famous cards on the table to the ground, slapped his thigh and shouted: "It's him."
The two old men trembled in fright. Yan Gu ran over and touched Feng Jueyu's forehead, wondering: "It's not hot."
Feng Jueyu's happy Yile: "I'm very awake, okay."
Zhi Wucai had a cold war: "Sober and find yourself a broom star?"
Feng Jueyu smiled and said nothing, waving his hands and saying: "Since you have drawn lots, you must believe in your fate."
Yangu rolled his eyes: "You don't believe in evil. Anyway, you chose your apprentice yourself, and we can't care about it. But as a friend, I remind you, be careful in the future, and don't really get killed by others."
Feng Jueyu said bitterly: "Am I carrying it that hard?"
Yangu and Zhiwucai knew more or less about Feng Jueyu's situation. When Feng Jueyu asked, Zhiwu just rolled his eyes and asked, "Have you experienced any luck?"
Feng Jueyu: "..."
In this way, Feng Da Killer's disciples in Yunjian Tianmen were hastily decided by drawing lots. Afterwards, Feng Jueyu sent Yangu and Zhiwucai away, and then gave the famous post to Xiaoyu Xiaoyue for them to
Notify this man named Xiao Shanhe to go to the cave the next day to formally accept him as his disciple.
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The next day, Xiaoshanhe came.
This is an old man who looks to be over sixty years old. He has no particularly memorable features in his appearance. He is wearing a simple blue robe and does not carry any weapons. He should be carrying them in a treasure bag.
When Xiao Shanhe knelt in front of Feng Jueyu, Feng Jueyu felt that the old man had only a few days to live, not because his aura was weak, but because he had no energy.
Xiao Shanhe's eyes were filled with panic and suspicion. In fact, he was also puzzled in his heart.
In fact, no one in Yunjian Tianmen knew Feng Jueyu very well. If it hadn't been for the news from Chuancun that he had killed a fifteen hundred-year-old spirit beast, no one would have come forward.
Coming to become a disciple was a good opportunity for Xiao Shanhe himself, and he had already been to Feng Jueyu's Cave Mansion after Feng Jueyu left, but he didn't meet anyone.
But he didn’t expect that Feng Jueyu’s reputation would be so great after he came back that Xiao Shanhe felt that his hope of becoming a disciple would be very slim. As far as he knew, leaving aside those talented people from Feilai Peak, even Guanglei Peak
There were many fellow disciples who were better than him, and he felt that no one Feng Jueyu would choose would be able to choose him.
So Xiao Shanhe regretted it very much after he submitted the invitation. How could a master with spiritual skills like him take a fancy to someone with mediocre qualifications like himself? Coupled with his resume, it really made people feel creepy.
Therefore, Xiao Shanhe felt that he was the most hopeless one.
However, he never expected that he would actually receive the news that Feng Jueyu summoned him to enter the cave. This puzzled Xiao Shanhe. Could it be that his luck had changed and he suddenly gained the favor of Feng Chongfeng?
With great trepidation, Xiao Shanhe came to Feng Jueyu's cave and knelt in front of Feng Jueyu: "Disciple Xiao Shanhe has seen Master Shizong."
Feng Jueyu looked at Xiao Shanhe. Sure enough, he did not exaggerate about his strength. He indeed had the aura of having just stepped into the Lingxu realm. Moreover, the old man seemed quite nervous and did not dare to look up at him.
Feng Jueyu was naturally happy for such an obedient person: "Are you Xiao Shanhe? The Xiao Shanhe who once killed five of his disciples?"
Xiao Shanhe's heart skipped a beat. He was originally a little dissatisfied with Feng Jueyu's statement, but in the end he endured it because of the huge gap in status and responded: "That's the disciple."
PS: I originally promised to update at least five books yesterday, but I had to go out because of something urgent and came back very late. This thing is force majeure. I can only say sorry for the copper plate. I owe a lot for two books from yesterday to now. The copper plate will
I will try my best to write and make up for it. Due to time constraints, I cannot promise how many chapters will be published before 12 o'clock, but I will try my best to publish as many chapters as possible. Hope you know.