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The tall and mighty figure on the left of Master Moyun is Master Shouyan, and the one with a scar on his face on the right is Master Yunjing.

"Master, all the true disciples and inner disciples are here."

Situ Sheng bowed to Master Moyun.

Originally, this should have been done by Elder Lu under Master Moyun, but it is said that Elder Lu went out to do something for Master Moyun.

Master Moyun stroked his sparse long beard, looked at the true disciples and inner disciples below the stage and nodded.

Situ Sheng continued, "Today is the day when my Yifeng Sect opens its doors to recruit disciples.

Everyone knows that my Yifeng Sect values ​​quality over quantity.

The four new disciples below the stage are outstanding and are specially allowed to join the Yifeng Sect.

I hope the four disciples will follow the rules of the sect and take the doctrine as their responsibility to save the people..."

Zhang Yang couldn't help twitching his mouth when he heard this, 'Good guy, it's really a big sect, even the words are so high-sounding.

Why don't you say pity me, the world, there are so many worries. '

"Joy, sorrow, and sadness are all dust, pity me, the world, there are so many worries." Situ Sheng babbled a lot and ended with the last sentence.

Zhang Yang was almost unable to do it. If the reality was not so different, he would have thought he had joined the Ming Sect.

"The four of you come forward!"

The old ancestor Moyun raised his hand.

Zhang Yang and the other four walked forward and bowed respectfully.

Zhang Yang was the most conspicuous. He was handsome and tall, and with the cloud pattern, he stood out from the crowd.

"From today on, you will be disciples of the Yifeng Sect. You should put the interests of the sect first. Don't back down when encountering problems. The Yifeng Sect is your confidence!"

"Disciples, remember!"

The four said respectfully at the same time.

"Moyun, I heard that you want to choose one of them as the true disciple?"

Shou Yan looked at Zhang Yang with emphasis.

With his cultivation, he could naturally sense that Zhang Yang's flesh and blood were strong.

"Haha... Shou Yan, you figured it out?" Mo Yun laughed at Shou Yan.

"Hehe... The disciples below don't know, how can we not know? The Yiyang Sutra of the Moyun lineage was originally a method of body refining.

Because they were not talented enough, they were forced to refine it into a fire control method."

The ancestor of Shou Yan sneered.

He was originally a body refining, how could he not know the Yiyang Tyrant Body?

As a normal body refining lineage, he was suppressed by the Yiyang Tyrant Body of the old man Mo Yun. He was very frustrated over the years.

Fortunately, there are not many successful disciples in the Mo Yun lineage, and no one has cultivated the Yiyang Tyrant Body so far.

Mo Yun obviously wants to cultivate this disciple.

"Isn't it inappropriate!?"

Yun Jing, who had never spoken, opened his eyelids.

"Huh? What does the true inheritance of my lineage have to do with you?"

Ancestor Mo Yun glared at Ancestor Yun Jing unhappily.

"Mo Yun, others can't see it, but we can't see it? There are many marks on Zhang Yang's body.

Although the secret method of the Lu family was used to remove it, there are still some residues."

Ancestor Yun Jing chuckled.

"So what? Which of us didn't walk on the corpses of others?"

Ancestor Mo Yun snorted coldly. Killing people is as easy as eating and drinking water for them.

Which of the three people present is not a human butcher?

"Alas...it depends on who dies. Those who died in his hands this time were all disciples of various families. Aren't you afraid that he will be plotted against right after he becomes a true disciple?

After all, the other people from Eryang are watching us. If a good candidate suddenly appears, I'm afraid..."

Yun Jing deliberately sighed, looked over Mo Yun who was thinking with his head down, and winked at Shou Yan.

Shou Yan naturally had his own plans. If the disciple under the stage really cultivated the Yiyang Tyrant Body, he would definitely overwhelm his peers.

I don't think I can find a candidate who can match him in my own lineage.

"Yes, Mo Yun. My Yifeng Sect is in turmoil now, and it can't withstand internal turmoil."

Shou Yan also hurriedly persuaded.

Mo Yun frowned and knew that the two people were making excuses, but it was also the fact.

What he was afraid of was not the internal disputes in the Yifeng Sect, but the plots of the two sects, Yangyan Tower and Yanxuan Pavilion.

He had finally found this good seedling, and he couldn't make any mistakes.

'Why don't we choose the true disciple today? '

Mo Yun shook his head and threw away the thoughts in his mind. He had already said that he would choose the true disciple today.

If he suddenly didn't choose, he would definitely be suspected by the people in the other two factions, and then they would eventually focus on Zhang Yang.

It would be better to choose a true disciple at random and attract other people's attention for Zhang Yang!

Thinking of this, he grinned, "Hmph... Why do you need to worry about my family's affairs? I said to choose the true disciple today, so choose the true disciple today!"

Ancestor Yun Jing: "..."

Ancestor Shou Yan:"......"

This dog is really stubborn!

"Ahem..." Moyun Patriarch coughed lightly, "Now I will start to appoint the second true disciple of Moyun!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard what Moyun Patriarch said.

The true disciple Fang Xiuyu's face froze: 'Appoint? Don't you want to choose? Appoint now? You don't want to be proud, right? You don't even follow the procedures? Where is the bottom line? '

Dang Xiaojie, Ma Chao, and Lu Tian looked at Zhang Yang, and their eyes were purple with envy!

The true disciple Fang Xiuyu also looked at Zhang Yang with a smile, as if he was happy for him.

"I appoint Zhang Yang... um... what's the name of the person next to him? Yes, Dang Xiaojie is my true disciple of Moyun!"

Yun Jing: "......"

Shou Yan: "......"

This old guy is really good at playing this!

But at the same time, both of them had a gleam in their eyes, and looked at Zhang Yang with burning eyes.

A thought flashed through his mind, ‘Great, it’s my lineage that deserves this genius disciple.’

Fang Xiuyu thought he had misheard, and hurriedly asked the disciple next to him, “Is the ancestor talking about Zhang Yang?”

“Uh... Senior Brother, the ancestor is talking about Dang Xiaojie next to Zhang Yang!”

Fang Xiuyu opened his mouth wide and looked at Dang Xiaojie in disbelief. Even he could see that Zhang Yang’s strength was much higher than Dang Xiaojie’s.

He couldn’t help but blurt out, “Fuck, this is the legendary biggest relationship, right?”

Zhang Yang only frowned slightly when he heard the words of the Demon Cloud Ancestor, but then he relaxed.

He had expected it, but he didn’t expect that this pie would fall on Dang Xiaojie’s head.

He turned his head to look at the dumbfounded Dang Xiaojie, and patted his shoulder, “Brother Dang, congratulations!”

“Ah? Ah?”

Dang Xiaojie was still in a state of confusion. He couldn’t believe that the ancestor was talking about him.

Lu Tian and Ma Chao looked at Dang Xiaojie inexplicably, and then secretly glanced at Zhang Yang with pity.

They just felt a little inexplicably sad, although they were also vested interests.

"Dang Xiaojie?"

The Demon Cloud Patriarch looked at Dang Xiaojie with an unhappy face.

He just felt that he was not a little bit inferior to Zhang Yang, and the more he looked at him, the more disgusted he became!

"Ah... Patriarch. Thank you... Patriarch!"

Dang Xiaojie came back to his senses and knelt on the ground with a plop.

The whole audience laughed. There was no kneeling ceremony in the Yifeng Sect. Practitioners kneeled to the sky, the earth, and their parents.

The sect never forced it, and even ordinary inner disciples only needed to bow when they saw the ancestor.

The true disciples were the face of the Yifeng Sect, so how could they kneel just like that?

This made Dang Xiaojie very embarrassed. It was not right to stand up or kneel.

True disciple Fang Xiuyu smiled and looked at Dang Xiaojie with contempt. He was relieved that the second true disciple was not Zhang Yang.

"Forget it! Back off..."

Moyun Patriarch frowned. If he had known, he would not have chosen Dang Xiaojie, but the other two.

Uh... what were the other two called?

In fact, there were other parts of the ceremony, but they were all simplified by Moyun Patriarch.

"Junior brother, don't be discouraged! There will be opportunities in the future." Fang Xiuyu did not add insult to injury, but still looked like a good man, comforting Zhang Yang.

"Senior brother, what are you talking about! Brother Dang deserves the title of true disciple!"

Dang Xiaojie smiled uglier than crying when he heard Zhang Yang's words, "Brother Zhang... I don't want to either!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing. He was about to follow Fang Xiuyu out of the Demon Cloud Hall, but the voice transmission in his mind made him pause slightly.

What shocked him was that it was not one voice transmission, but three!

And he only recognized one of them as the Demon Cloud Patriarch...