Mo Yan grinded his teeth and said to Baizi in a shallow voice, "Zi painting, do you really want to do this?"

What does he mean, does he really want to completely put people under the long-term door? In fact, he had most of the rejections in his heart, and he didn't really want to accept this kind of hot potato-like apprentice. Never mind that he didn't care, but that he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath just when he saw her.

Baizi gave him a look, but he was still accustomed to saying, "Brother, I have everything, believe me."

Mo Yan was speechless and choked.

Believe you, my ass, if you stay for a long time, you will be spoiled!

However, no matter how much he rejected in his heart, Moyan endured the decision of Baizi painting with clenched teeth.

If you hit the face painted by Baizi in public, the final damage will be the reputation of staying for a long time, which has nothing to do with personal behavior. The after-dinner talks of the immortals will revolve around this matter. But if he bears it at this time, even if he is talked about in the future, it will account for half of the good or bad, and there will be half of the praise.

In general, the status of immortals is judged by the palace objects worn, which is different from the grade division, and is mainly used to distinguish the status of immortals in the immortal world and the school. From top to bottom, it is divided into seven levels: palace feather, palace stone, palace wood, palace jade, palace flower, palace belt, palace bell.

"Feng Fei Yu, come forward to accept the palace stone award." The sound of Baizi's painting is like the ice dregs dug up from the center of the glacier, which is so cold that it feels oppressive.

Feng Feiyu felt the pressure from him and frowned slightly. After a moment, he loosened his brow and went forward with his sword in his hand.

Everyone saw the girl swaggering, holding a dark sword on her right hand, moving step by step in a strict direction, her eyes cold and indifferent, unaffected by the pressure of the white painting, and from the beginning they saw what kind of expression she was. It's still exactly the same.

It's just.

A teacher worship ceremony, how to come out of a killing decision on the battlefield of the aura?

If you look at her dark sword, it looks just like the one who came to war.

"Why does she still have the sword?" Kneeling in the front row, Shuofeng frowned and whispered.

Hua Qiangu heard it, looked up and looked at it, then lowered it, as if to reply to his words: "there is no scabbard yet, and the attempt to put it away was unsuccessful."

Shuofeng and the clouds turned to look at her questioningly.

Flower thousand bones: "the sword is a part of her body, can not be too far away, and there is no scabbard bondage, a foot away can not feel the smell of feathers will automatically find someone."

"Huh." Ni also knows all over the sky, so a cold hum shows disdain.

Yunding and Shuofeng sniffed at each other and heard of such a thing for the first time. It sounds like an unweaned child who can't leave his mother.

Needless to say, the sword was made by her veins and veins, and it was just like a child.

Several people were silent, waiting for Fengfei to end.

Moyan is not very acceptable, but he can only correct his attitude and expression and reach out to turn into a scarlet stone.

Raise your hand, the palace stone has automatically fallen in the waist of Fengfei feather.

Feng Feiyu was straight even when she knelt. When Gongshi fell on her waist, she looked down and saw the change of scarlet stone visible to the naked eye, slowly changing, gradually transparent, and the reddest color condensed into a bright flower.

The other shore flower.

Mo Yan's eyes tightened and he didn't know what to say.

"Brother." Baizi painting passed the sound to remind me.

Moyan regained his mind and said in a rigorous voice: "Feng Feiyu, what should be said has long been said as a teacher." This time to give you the palace stone, is to place high hopes on you, may you uphold the right heart, in addition to the devil's guard, the guard will stay. "

Feng Feiyu lowered his eyebrow and said, "Yes, Master."

All the hair on Maoyan's body was made to stand up by the cry of "master". Sure enough, he was not used to this sudden potato apprentice.

When Fengfei's side was over, the immortals said congratulations one after another, and then they were worshipers of the newcomer group.

The most difficult is the first and second neon sky and Shuofeng, and …. The fourth flower with thousands of bones.

According to the normal process, it is unreasonable for Bai Zi to be in charge of painting so far without an apprentice. Moyan said that in disguise, he took his Fengfei Yu, a hot potato under his hand, in exchange, so that Bai Zi painting must be apprenticed this year, so after Moyan, he first chose the leader, and then he chose the apprentice of Confucian or other Kaifu receivers.

Moyan means to choose between the first and second place.

Ni Man Tian is a girl's home, it is not ideal to live alone in the Hall of despair with Baizi painting, that Shuofeng should be more suitable, not to mention Shuofeng strength, upright, suitable to be a master apprentice.

Baizi painted in full view of the public, silently pinched his fingers, repeated several times, and got a result, which made him frown slightly.

Everyone held their breath and quietly looked at how to choose apprentices and who to choose in Baizi painting.

Feng Feiyu stood on one side, holding a sword in his arms, like a boss, not inferior to the three above the altar. She looked at the thousands of bones of flowers kneeling in the front row of disciples, and saw that she looked up carefully to and fro at the Baizi painting, and there was not only hope in her eyes, but also unstoppable guilt, as if she had mistakenly painted something.

Just when people thought that Baizi painting would choose Shuofeng, they saw the body with thousands of bones flying in the air, with fluttering clothes and slowly moving forward to fly above the altar.

On the high altar, the one dressed in white is better than the snow, gently lifting a hand, slender and white fingers stretching out, facing the direction of the flowers and bones.

"Brother!" She heard the angry voice of Moyan in surprise.

Spend a thousand bones in mid-air slowly close to the heart of the god, the mood is also rough waves generally uncertain, did not expect that your Majesty should accept her as an apprentice at such a time of public attention.

She felt even more guilty about Baizi painting.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and as if they had never heard of it, they flew over bit by bit, and finally they were gently placed on the ground and stood firm.

"get down on your knees."

The sound of Baizi painting has not melted snow and ice, with a cold momentum, awe-inspiring thousands of bones, but also make the following discussion voice silent one after another.