I'm struggling to survive in the system circle

"Who breaks into our Sword Immortal Sect?!"

An old man with fair hair and an air of immortality stood in front of everyone. He seemed to be a big shot like the sect leader.

Bei Chenfeng saluted and said: "I'm going to Bei Chenfeng, and my sister-in-law came to seek refuge with the Sword Immortal Sect!"

The elder in charge of recruiting new members stood up and said, "Our Sword Immortal Sect is not a place specially designed to take in cats and dogs!"

The white-haired old man raised his hand and pressed down on the elder, "Since you are here to take refuge, why do you act like this?"

Bei Chenfeng said confidently: "It naturally shows strength."

"Hmph, how dare you, the rude junior, be so arrogant!" Another elder jumped out.

Bei Chenfeng explained unhurriedly: "It is said that the twelve palace gates of the Sword Immortal Sect are a symbol of strength. I opened the twelve gates. Isn't that enough to join the noble sect?"

Nan Sixue carefully observed the door just now. There were eleven cracks, one for each door. If even one door could not be pushed open, one would not be able to enter the Sword Immortal Sect.

Of course, this cannot be pushed open with great strength, it is a spiritual test door.

The higher your cultivation level, the more doors you can open.

So, how did the good-for-nothing senior brother get in?

The fact is that the Sword Immortal Sect opens its doors every year to accept new members, and senior brother joins in to accept new members.

Disciples who can't open any door first go to the outer door, which is not inside.

When they practice on their own and can open the door, they can become inner disciples.

The great god's words made many elders turn green. After all, they could open up to five or twelve doors at most, and even the sect leader couldn't do it, okay!

Senior executives: Is this person really here to seek refuge? Are you sure he’s not here to be a sign?

Nan Sixue: If you follow the master, you can go through the back door, hehe.

As expected, the white-haired old man re-examined the two of them.

Nan Sixue only felt a breeze passing over her body, making her feel cool.

The next second, the white-haired old man touched his long beard, made a decision in his heart, and said to Bei Chenfeng: "You have inherent qualifications, but my sister doesn't have any spiritual power, so she can only stay outside."

Nan Sixue's expression was slightly crossed: The master's thighs are not thick enough!

Bei Chenfeng nodded: "Okay."

Nan Sixue stared and blinked hard, her eyes shouting: Oh, hey, I haven't agreed yet!

Her eyes protested in vain, and the master did not look at her at all.

Therefore, care will disappear.

The little farce of two people visiting the house in a high-profile manner came to an end. The disciples and senior officials who were watching the fun dispersed, leaving only Elder Naxin to greet them.

The elder's eyes were high on the top of his head and he looked at Nan Sixue. He only squinted at her and introduced himself to Bei Chenfeng: "My name is Xin Daren. Just call me Elder Xin. Follow me to Wanwu Pavilion." Then he turned slightly away.

He turned to Nan Sixue and said, "You stay here and wait for Elder Yu from the outer sect to come."

"Xiaoxue, cheer for yourself. Brother Wei is waiting for you at the inner door."

After Bei Chenfeng dropped these words of encouragement, he and Elder Xin left in the clouds.

Nan Sixue looked down at the small water tank at her feet and gloated: "Look how heartless your master is, abandoning you."

Haitao was not angry, but said proudly: "Master just sent me a message. He said to let me protect you! Sister Nan, remember to pay me the protection fee."

"I think your skin is itchy!" She patted the kit, took out the hammer, and shook the hammer in her hand without smiling.

"Come on, come on, hit it here!" He pushed the belly of the tank up.

At this time, a gentle voice came from behind the two of them.

"Excuse me, are you Nan Xiaoyou?"