Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Sitting on the high platform, Jiang Yinghe listened to the respectful elaboration of the disciple below with a trace of conceit. He slowly rubbed his fingertips, his gaze did not change in the slightest due to the other party's words.

The person below is the proud son of the sky after experiencing countless waves and sand washing. The senior brother on the side was very satisfied and whispered: "Xuanwei, why don't we just do this?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yinghe turned his eyes and glanced gently down the stage, but did not agree.

The originally respectful and conceited teenager suddenly lost his original self-confidence, his face changed and changed, but in the end he still didn't dare to say anything, and retreated in frustration. But the other candidates behind him brightened up and were eager to try.

It’s not that he is unwilling to accept disciples, but that the person’s aptitude does not meet the standard—this standard is not Jiang Yinghe’s standard, but is determined by the "Ajiang Master System" that traveled with him a thousand years ago . He wants to go home, there are only two ways to go, one is to meet the conditions of the "Ajiang Master System" and teach three disciples with extraordinary talents and famous all over the world, and the other is the illusory harmony of soaring.

Originally he thought the first method would be easier, but for a whole thousand years, he was about to forget the appearance of the earth, Xiuxian all repaired a group of fellow students, the "Jinjiang Master System" still reminded him: lack of qualifications, please Don't go under the door.

The head of Penglai on the side looked helplessly at that talented disciple with a disappointed and unwilling face. He looked at Junior Brother Jiang's frosty profile and sighed: "Next."

Another young talent stood confidently under the high platform, talking about how much time he spent building the foundation and breaking through the soul stage... But Jiang Yinghe's expression on the stage remained unchanged, and he slowly drank a sip of tea. .

The bright tea soup is Enshi Yulu irrigated by Lingquan, and it tastes sweet. Jiang Yinghe took a sip, then raised his eyes and landed on the opponent.

[Slightly outstanding, does not meet the entry requirements]

The sentence displayed by the system is marked, and he does not need to personally explore it. The requirements of the "Ajiang Master System" are unexpectedly high. For a thousand years, he has not seen a seed of cultivation that can enter the vision of this system. .

Jiang Yinghe put down the tea cup, and the celadon lightly touched the case, making a heavy sound. He averted his gaze, did not give extra sight, and said indifferently: "Insufficient aptitude."

The bottom has been bathed in "

The young man who was growing up in the genius praised him at first sight. He looked at him in disbelief and stunned, but he could only retreat unwillingly, his eyes still closely following Xuanwei Immortal Monarch.

Everyone knows that he has not accepted disciples for many years, and naturally knows that if he wants to join him, the threshold is estimated to be very high. But the genius recognized in two successive worlds was ruthlessly rejected, and the people who laughed secretly at first began to panic.

As expected, the next few disciples with outstanding qualifications did not take this step. When they stepped back from the platform, Jiang Yinghe had not even finished drinking the tea.

He pressed one hand against the wall, his gaze fell into the floating foam that gathered inside, and he had no hope of this selection.

The senior brother Jiang Yinghe had a ray of expectation, and he approached and reminded him: "Jiang Brother Jiang, the last child is the best in this group, and his mother is the real Liyue from Guanghan Palace."

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and shifted his gaze away from the green and chilly tea surface. He saw the young man in white in front of him saluting him, his eyes were full of extreme confidence, and it seemed that he was more inevitable than those children before.

"Xuanwei Immortal, my name is Cheng Zihan. It took only 27 years to successfully build the foundation. Now the bone age is less than 40 years old, and it has broken through the middle stage of foundation construction, and the heart to the Tao is firm. Please accept me as a disciple! "

There were voices of whispering exclamations and discussions.

"Twenty-seven years? So fast?"

"You don't even know he? His mother is the real Liyue. How do you say it? A hundred years after a journey of self-sufficiency!"

"That's amazing, you can definitely worship the fairy king this time, right?"

The discussion in the audience was suppressed very lowly, but with Jiang Yinghe's cultivation level, he could still hear clearly. He stared at the opponent, and when he saw the same "insufficient aptitude" on the opponent, he was about to refuse.

But at this moment, the "Ajiang Master System" in his mind that has always been as steady as an old dog suddenly rang, and a noisy and ear-fried prompt sounded constantly, making the water surface in the porcelain cup of Jiang Yinghe's palm a little bit loud. Shake slightly.

[Find the target! The evaluation qualifications are brilliant talents. 】

Jiang Yinghe glanced over, silent for a moment, put down his teacup and got up.

When he was sitting still, he was full of grace, standing up at the moment, and when he walked off the platform, everyone's eyes were attracted by him, and countless people who were watching and looking forward followed him with anxiety.

The Penglai School recruits entry-level disciples every ten years. This is the first time that Xuanwei Xianjun kisses a disciple for the first time in a thousand years.

Since stepping down from the seat, this is a unique honor for the younger monks in the realm of comprehension.

Everyone's jealous eyes were cast on Cheng Zihan's body, wishing that it was him who was standing there now.

The snow-white robes on Jiang Yinghe fluttered with the breeze, and it brushed past the ends of his long, jet-black hair, and the breeze lingered around his hair.

Lengxiang floats.

Cheng Zihan's heart was pounding, and there was a feeling of fullness about to burst. The person in front of him is the only Immortal Monarch of the Hollow Realm of the Penglai School, and the person that teenagers have dreamed of for nearly a thousand years. He is his youthful dream and the predecessor who has always guided him forward. Spiritual pillar.

Xuanwei Xianjun, Jiang Yinghe. He put the name in his heart and tasted it, and waited for the other party to say the words of agreement. A kind of extreme pride flowed up from Cheng Zihan's back, wrapped in a huge sense of satisfaction-they could not enter the fairy king. Eye, only I can.

Jiang Yinghe stopped in front of him, those cold eyes staring at the past, his tone was light: "Insufficient qualifications, let's step back."

The juvenile's restless heart suddenly stagnated, and the blood in his body didn't seem to be flowing anymore.

The people under the high platform also shook, and there was no sound at all.

"I...why," Cheng Zihan asked in a dumb voice, "Why don't I? I..."

He couldn't finish his words.

Because Jiang Yinghe had already passed by him without a wave of expression, the fluttering cold fragrance dissipated, just as unpredictable when he arrived. He walked to the edge of the high platform, facing the most edge corner of the stage, where there were the fewest people watching the ceremony.

Jiang Yinghe's gaze fell under the stage, and he carefully recognized the systematic evaluation of the black-clothed youth in the corner. He confirmed that it was the words "Nice Talent", and said: "I don't want him... I want you."

His voice was as light as smoke, and there was a slight cold like frost and snow, and the next sentence rang out unhurriedly.

"Would you like to worship my Xuanwei door?"

The eyes of the crowd followed and saw that the man seemed to have not been on the stand before, and then slowly raised his head, revealing a deep handsome face and a pair of blood-red eyes.

At this moment, the mentality of all the people who watched the ceremony exploded. In the entire Penglai fairy gate, there was only one person with a pair of red eyes of the demon, that is, the body of the demon, Li Huanhan, who had just started not long ago.

The last living demon body was the Blood River Demon Venerable a thousand years ago, only one step away from He Dao

. But if the body of the Heavenly Demon is used to cultivate Taoism, then there is no aptitude at all. It is estimated that Penglai sent him to take him, probably to eliminate the possibility of another terrible Demon Cultivation and lead him to the right path.

How can Xianjun choose him? How can such a person worship Jiang Yinghe's door! He is not worthy at all!

But Jiang Yinghe still stood calmly in the distance, as if waiting for the answer from the other party, and before Li Huanhan could reply, the question on the other side suddenly sounded, speaking out everyone's heart.

"He? He is the body of a demon? Jiang Xianjun, with all due respect, he has no place to be your disciple!" Cheng Zihan suddenly took a step forward and said with excitement, "Xianjun didn't choose me but chose such a dregs! The disciples have no choice. Accept! The reason why I came to Penglai is your true biography. The reputation of Xianjun should not be tarnished on this kind of person. The devil should let him go directly..."

The two words "Go to Die" could not be uttered.

The viewing platform was silent again, extremely silent, and the needle drop was audible.

A snow-white ice sword appeared in the air, and the biting blade of the blade pressed against Cheng Zihan's eyeballs, and the extreme coldness froze all his eyelashes.

The murderous intent of the thousand-year sword repair, even if only for a moment, made people tremble and fearful.

"Person chosen by the deity," Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, took the snow sword Wangchen in mid-air into his palm, and turned it into the void. His voice was like a sword light, short and cold, "There is no need for others to judge."

When the Wangchen Sword disappeared, the temperature of the whole observatory returned to normal, and Cheng Zihan was already weakened and sat on the ground. The feeling of life hanging high is not something that the Ji-Zhu disciple who has not experienced real fighting can bear. .

And Jiang Yinghe didn't look at him more, just turned around and stretched out his hand to the black-clothed youth under the high platform: "Come."

Those blood-red eyes looked at him for a moment, with a hint of concealed inquiry. Finally, in full view, Li Huanhan leaped to the viewing platform and stood in front of Jiang Yinghe, and even the entire Xiaoyao Peak sank into an extremely suppressed coldness.

The cold fragrance lingered.

Jiang Yinghe's palm was covered with another person's fingers, carrying the temperature of others that he rarely touched.

He looked at the **** eyes that showed the body of the heavenly devil and looked over. The eyes were dark and cold, and the voice was very low, but it rang steadily.

"Great."