He Yi, the head of the Ice God Sect, burst out laughing after hearing this: "If he is useless, then what are the other disciples?"
Taking advantage of the conversation between the two elders, Lou Cheng took a step forward and said respectfully: "Hello, Master Master."
"Okay, okay." The wrinkles at the corners of He Yi's eyes unfolded layer by layer, "I have watched your last two games, and you have reached not only the eighth level, but even the seventh level in a year. In the history of our Ice God Sect,
This is already rare.”
Hey, the master's uncle seems to be more educated than the master... Lou Cheng sneered and said with a slight smile: "This disciple won't reach the seventh rank in a year, so he doesn't plan to participate in the October selection competition. He plans to go there in April next year."
The reason why I was able to defeat Zhang Zhutong and Han Zhifei was mainly because I had not shown my strength in terms of physical strength before, which caused my opponents to make misjudgments. Coupled with a little luck and quick wit, I managed to win the Youth Championship. And through these two
In a game, others can basically judge your general situation.
Under such circumstances, if I participate in the Seven-Rank Competition in October, I will be less than 50% sure. I will wait until I have consolidated the foundation and exceeded the limits of the human body, and then register with a 100% chance of success at the end of April or early May next year.
Of course, the premise is that there is not much change in squeezing the golden elixir again to improve the ability.
He Yi nodded gently when he heard the words and said with appreciation: "It's very good. He's not impatient or impatient. It's not like your master who was so irritable when he was young."
"That's what I call vigorous!" Shi Jianguo, a white-haired old man, retorted.
He Yi shook his head and smiled: "You are old at the age of three, and the reverse is true as well. Okay, you can take your master nephew to Songtao Pavilion to live temporarily, and you will officially become a master at nine fifteen tomorrow morning."
Having said this, he looked at Lou Cheng: "Tomorrow is just a formality. You are now an official disciple of our sect, and this is your home. You don't have to be too restricted. You can go around and interact with your fellow sects if you have nothing to do in the evening.
Haha, don’t be too afraid of strangers, everyone is very friendly.”
He deliberately emphasized the friendly words, as if to seal the coffin.
"But don't get too close to Tingxuan Pavilion, so as not to disturb the guests, the guests sent by Haiximen, Dinghaizong and Hanji to watch the ceremony." He Yi added.
"Are there any guests watching the ceremony?" Lou Cheng blurted out in shock.
Wouldn't this seem too solemn?
"We have several factions that are in the same spirit to achieve today's situation. They come to watch the ceremony with good intentions, and we can't stop them, right?" He Yi replied meaningfully.
"Hey, we old guys are here. Let's just watch the ceremony. What can happen?" Old Shi said angrily, "I'll take this brat to Songtao Pavilion."
He Yi nodded: "Go ahead. If you are too tired, it doesn't matter if you meet your classmates tomorrow."
After watching the two of them go out and away from Binghou Pavilion, a sturdy man came down from the stairs. He had black hair and wrinkle-free skin. He looked less than forty, but his eyes were weathered and had the effects of time.
heavy.
"Master, is this apprenticeship ceremony too solemn?" the man asked with a frown.
He Yi chuckled: "Seriously? If it's just a seventh- or eighth-grade disciple who officially becomes a master, it really doesn't need to be so solemn, but this is a disciple who has reached the eighth or even seventh grade in one year, and he is less than twenty."
"You have also heard the conversation between him and your Uncle Shi. Your junior brother is also a man who doesn't like to take care of things. Xianlong, don't think about things, do something sneaky in secret, ruin the atmosphere in the sect, and offend Haiximen.
Dinghaizong and others laughed at me."
This is none other than Yang Xianlong, the eldest disciple responsible for the daily affairs of the Ice God Sect, a fifty-year-old fourth-level alchemist.
His brows did not relax, and he said uneasily: "There is no proof for what you say..."
"Do I still need to sign a document? Since they said so 'in front of me', I will definitely not regret it until I can move as a teacher." He Yi shook his head, "Tell Lei Fang, he
If he can become Waigang, it belongs to him and no one can take it away. If not, he will watch others take the lead. If it is not his, he will not be able to get it. In the final analysis of our martial arts, everything depends on strength and relationships.
With help from outside, one or two people can be squeezed out, but not everyone else can be squeezed out."
"Yes, Master." Yang Xianlong lowered his head and answered, turned around and left Binghou Pavilion.
He Yi stood in the deserted room and sighed after a long time.
…………
The scenery in Songtao Pavilion is very good. When you open the window on the second floor, you can see a forest sea swaying with the wind.
"Don't go out and hang out tonight, have a good rest. Tomorrow, after officially worshiping as a master, once recognized as a disciple, I will go to my master's place. By coincidence, I have already obtained the cultivation visualization chart of 'Zhu Rong Jin'." Mr. Shi carried four
I bought a bottle of original wine, gave a warning, and then disappeared in a flash, enjoying myself happily.
"Zhu Rongjin?" Lou Cheng was overjoyed and full of expectation.
After running all the way, he was a little tired. He lay on the bed and chatted with the little fairy, chatted with classmates and friends, and browsed forums and Weibo at the same time. He was enjoying his time and had no intention of going out to make friends with his classmates.
Steal half a day's leisure!
After eating the dinner brought by the servant, he took out the computer in his bag and planned to play some games before video chatting with Yan Zheke.
Keke is a guest at someone else's house.
"Who wants one? If not, I'll ask later!" Lou Cheng posted a message in the university dormitory group and the high school friend group.
Classmate Cai Xiaoming said with a "haha" smile: "When we were short of manpower, you were either accompanying Yan Zheke or playing in the group competition. Now that you have nothing to do, you want to play games with us? Love is not what you want to buy, you want to
You can buy whatever you want! At least treat yourself to seafood, Brother Chengzi, Uncle Chengzi, you’ll get a bonus of 600,000 yuan!”
"Did you see this money? It would be great if I bought a gift for my Keke. Why do I treat you to a seafood dinner!" Lou Cheng posted a picture of throwing money.
It's quite fun to bicker with Qingsheng classmates every day.
"Ugh! You're getting more and more disgusting, please give me back your Ke Ke." Cai Zongming made a "vomiting" gesture, "And your fingers are getting more and more flexible now, and your reactions are getting faster and faster. It's not fun to play with you."
…”
Of course it's no fun being abused all the time...
"I'm already very under control. I don't even dare to perform at my 100% level, otherwise the screen will be broken directly." Lou Cheng laughed with his arms akimbo, "By the way, Qingsheng, how is your summer vacation training going?"
"Haha, I beat our little invincible opponent. Okay, I won't brag. I think it's not a problem to dominate our community. I feel that I have made great progress. I must be a second- or third-level amateur, right?" Cai Zongming didn't think so.
Answer in the affirmative.
While the two were chatting, Qin Mo, a rich second-generation local from Songcheng who lived in Cai Zongming's dormitory, "Beast" appeared: "It just so happens that you are all here, vote for me, one mobile phone number can vote for ten.
"
"What ticket?" Lou Cheng asked casually.
"A selection, vote for my Jingting!" Qin Mo sent a link, which was a vote for a certain music program, vote for Mo Jingting.
"Holy shit, why can't I see that a beast like you can chase stars?" Every time he mentioned this matter, classmate Cai Zongming would make a rude remark to show off his true nature as a talkative.
Qin Mo looked up to the sky and said with desolation: "Everyone has a piece of white moonlight in their heart, and I just happened to be hit by it."
"Go away, Jingting is mine!" Lao Qiu also appeared and performed his repertoire.
"Ze Jia" Zhao Qiang sighed helplessly: "It's the nth year of the year again, and we can only help with a small amount of help."
Seeing everyone noisy, Lou Cheng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
I used to like Mo Jingting's TV shows and songs, but now, this guy has nothing to do with the publicity image, and it's better to be famous than to meet her!
Before he could interrupt, Jiang Fei responded, and several people formed a team to play the game.
When Yan Zheke returned home and turned on the computer, Lou Cheng immediately pretended to be offline, cheating his teammates.
While he was enjoying the video chat, he suddenly received a text message from "Master Nephew Mo":
"Uncle Master, isn't the sect's scenery beautiful at night? o(n_n)o~"
Not pretty! Get lost! Lou Cheng cursed, put his phone next to him, and continued the video chat, planning to reply when he had time, but then, he just forgot about it.
…………
On the second floor of Tingxuan Pavilion, a well-proportioned woman with shawl-straight hair was admiring the sea of pine trees at night.
"Senior sister, what do you mean by Master asking us to come to watch the ceremony? Other people's parents and elders are here, but we can't fight, so we can't do anything?" A baby-faced young man came out of the room.
The woman with shawl-straight hair laughed: "Master's purpose is very simple. When we come, we stand there and there is a contrast. A 25-year-old high-grade person and a 22-year-old sixth-grade person. This is the contrast.
."
"But that Lou Cheng is very good at level 7." The baby-faced young man helplessly spread his hands and started scrolling on Weibo.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw a popular message:
"Record of the Young Warriors of Xing Province, Chapter of the Four Heavenly Prodigies!"
The most liked responses below are:
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