Painting of the Nine Immortals

Wan Jianzong in Lingxian's heart is equivalent to being a family. Although he spends very little time here, he has a strong sense of belonging.

Now, except for such a scum in the family, how can he not be angry?

To a younger age, the deacon is discrediting Wan Jianzong, but to an older age, this is hindering the development of Wan Jianzong.

Not to mention that a girl is an out-and-out genius, even if she is a mortal who cannot be cultivated all her life, she cannot be treated like that.

Therefore, Ling Xian intends to come forward, not only to seek justice for the girl, but also to clear a scum for Wan Jianzong.

After feeling that her body was off the ground, the girl's face suddenly turned white, a little shocked, and a little scared.

Fortunately, this fear did not last long, because the destination has arrived.

After that, she heard a gentle word, which gave her a sense of security.

"You don't have to say anything for a while, leave it to me."

Ling Xian smiled with her uncle, and then the smile turned to indifference. He turned his eyes to the open space ahead, and saw that there was a long line there, each of whom was young, with a bit of sorrow in his expression.

Obviously, these are monks participating in the assessment.

In front of them, two disciples in black were in charge of registering for assessment, with a little impatience on their faces.

Apart from these people, the most prominent person is undoubtedly a middle-aged man wearing a luxurious brocade.

He had a pleasant look, squinting his eyes, and lying on a rocking chair. That pleasant appearance seemed to be for the grandfather, not for the assessment.

This made Ling Xian's eyes froze, and he did not have the slightest impression on this person. As the deacon of Wan Jianzong, not only did he not have the responsibility of assessment, but he raised the grandfather here. Who can see it and have a good opinion?

"Just he hit you."

Ling Xian spoke faintly, and after the girl nodded her head, he took a step and walked towards this person.

After that, he didn't make nonsense, and opened the door to see the road: "You are the deacon responsible for the assessment?"

After hearing that, the man's eyelids didn't open, and he pointed at the long line and said, "If you want to participate in the assessment, go there. Don't bother me."

"As an appraisal deacon, you have nothing to do with it. Does Wan Jianzong let you eat dry food?"

When Ling Xian's face sank, he had a terrible impression on this person. Seeing this person so lightly at the moment, naturally he would not be polite to him.

Hearing his words, the middle-aged man opened his eyes and said coldly, "Boy, let's go aside, my Xia Houlin's affairs are not up to you."

"Okay, let this thing go."

Ling Xian pointed at the girl next to her and said, "Let me ask you, have you said that she is a waste, and she is not even qualified to set foot on the road?"

Xia Houlin glanced at the girl, and hehe smiled, "It turned out to be for her."

"It doesn't need you to control it. You just need to answer me. Did you say that?" Ling Xian said lightly.

"Yes, I did."

Xia Houlin dismissed a smile and said, "Am I wrong?"

"Very well, I'll ask you again, did you hurt her?" Ling Xian glanced at the person lightly, and anger ignited in her heart.

"Yes, I did it."

Xia Houlin smiled proudly and scorned: "A waste, even dare to seize my clothes, do you know how much spiritual stone this clothes is worth? You can't afford to sell them!"

"good very good."

Ling Xian looked cold, and said, "Isn't she worth a dress in your eyes?"

"nonsense!"

Xia Houlin dismissed a smile, and said, "Lao Tzu's clothes can also touch this waste? Fortunately, her hands are clean and not dirty. Otherwise, I must kill him today."

"Killed?"

Ling Xian smiled angrily. He didn't expect that it was just because the girl touched his clothes that he pulled her a whip.

What's more, in this person's heart, a living life is actually not as good as a dress!

What a vicious heart is this?

"good very good."

The chill flashed in Ling Xianxing's eyes, and said, "She is responsible for your assessment. Are you blind? A genius without a certain idea is really considered a waste by you, Xia Houlin, you can do it."

On hearing that, Xia Houlin laughed, and laughed.

"She is a genius? Still nothing?"

Xia Houlin pointed at the girl and laughed loudly: "Haha, actually a waste that does not have the qualifications to set foot on the road, really a genius, I think you are blind!"

On hearing that, the girl was pale, and became paler. She bit her lip tightly, her body trembling a little.

For a 13- or 4-year-old girl, the word ‘waste’ is too damaging to self-esteem.

"Don't be afraid, the word" waste "doesn't go along with you. Using genius to describe you is the most suitable word."

Feeling the trembling of the young girl around her, Ling Xian spoke comfortably and quietly held her cold little hand.

This made the girl's heart go through the warm current, but with a grin on her face, she whispered, "No need to comfort me, I really don't have the talent to practice."

"Haha, have you heard?"

Xia Houlin laughed loudly and teased, "Even she admitted it, what else can you say?"

"shut up!"

Ling Xian gave a cold drink and turned her gaze to the girl. Shen Shen asked: "Tell me, do you really think of yourself as a waste?"

Yourself ... is it waste?

The girl lowered her head, her teeth biting her red lips, and said nothing.

Seeing this, Ling Xian's eyes flashed a little disappointment. If a person thinks that he is a waste, that person is really a waste.

However, just as he was disappointed, the girl suddenly raised her head and yelled at Xia Houlin with the loudest voice of her life.

"I'm not waste, I'm not!"

The words were sloppy, and the floor made a sound, and immediately made Ling Xian smile, and everyone in the audience watched it.

"well."

Ling Xian smiled, rubbed the little girl's head, and said, "You, it's worth my shot."

After speaking, he turned his eyes to Xia Houlin, his eyes cooled down, and said, "You said she was a waste, right?"

"Hey, isn't it?"

Xia Houlin ridiculed and determined, smirking: "She said she was not a waste, wasn't she a waste? Even if she said a thousand times and ten thousand times, she could not cover up the fact that she was a waste!"

"Very well, open your dog's eyes and see if she's a waste!"

Ling Xian sneered, and then used the method of divine spirit initiation to let the power of the soul of the Yuanying period enter the eyes of the girl.

"what!"

Suddenly, the girl screamed screaming, her eyes shed blood.

This changed Ling Xian's face, with some surprises and some joy, saying, "Success and failure are here, hold on!"

As the words fell, he frantically stirred up the power of the soul, breaking the barrier in the girl's body instantly, and turning that mysterious power into the eye of the sky.

"boom!"

The endless divine light soars into the sky, and the girl's eyes change, as deep as the vast sky and as bright as the stars. At first sight, there was a sense of trembling.

It is the ninth in the eye list!

Falling stars!

Suddenly, there was silence all over the field, as if it was silent for nine days and ten places!