After the incident of the temporary tent, although Ye Lingyue carefully checked the surroundings of the temporary tent, no perpetrator was found.
She also paid attention to whether any of these candidate disciples were injured, but she didn't see anything unusual.
Ye Lingyue didn't know that for the past few days, Hong Mingyue had been hiding in her temporary tent.
"Waste, a bunch of useless waste."
In a tent away from the tent where Ye Lingyue and others were, Hong Mingyue was sitting on a piece of silver fox fur, looking like a female leader.
Beside her, there were several young men and women with strange expressions.
Their eyes were a little dull, with a look of awe in their eyes. These were all people controlled by Hong Mingyue's soul search technique.
Among them, there were several strong young men who had deliberately provoked Huang Jun and slandered Ye Lingyue earlier.
The wounds on their bodies were not fully healed, and each of them looked in a mess.
Hong Mingyue had thought earlier that Ye Lingyue had brought an oil bottle, and after controlling more than a dozen people by herself, he could take the opportunity to bully her.
I don't know, it's just the opposite, and I don't know what evil methods Ye Lingyue used to win so many people over.
It is said that there are at least a hundred people in Ye Lingyue's group.
With so many people, Hong Mingyue dared not do anything again.
I thought that I had killed that little bitch to make Ye Lingyue suffer a lot, but I didn't know that little bitch didn't die.
Hong Mingyue has already found out that the little emperor is not dead.
It's really not going well, Hong Mingyue was angry, her face felt pain, the wound that was scratched by Xiongjian Nine Dragons earlier suddenly hurt again.
"What are you still doing, bring me my good medicine for promoting muscle growth, and the mirror."
Hong Mingyue had been injured for two days.
When she came back, she had already examined it, and the wound was no more than the size of a fingernail. After using some good muscle-enhancing medicine left by Chen Hongru, the wound soon stopped bleeding and formed scars.
Hong Mingyue has been born beautiful since she was a child, although she changed her appearance with Jade Chan Pill, it is a little inferior compared to before.
But after she learned the Hehuan Kungfu, her temperament changed, which made up for her lack of appearance.
Even so, Hong Mingyue still cherishes her face extremely.
After she took the medicine for promoting muscle growth, she carefully applied it several times to the wound that no longer existed.
When she saw the scarless wound, her face was full of joy.
But at this moment, when she looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze froze suddenly.
A black spot the size of a fingernail suddenly appeared on her skin that was like peeling an egg.
The location of the dark spot is the place where it was injured earlier.
"Why are there spots?"
Hong Mingyue thought she had seen it wrong, so she took a mirror and took a careful look again.
But the more she took photos, the more she found that a black spot like a birthmark grew at the corner of her eye.
"what!"
Hong Mingyue threw away the mirror.
It's that sword! There must be something odd about that sword.
Hong Mingyue thought of the Jiulongyin that attacked automatically without being controlled by anyone.
The sword was pitch-black, and Hong Mingyue's body was exuding a chilly chill. Could it be that the sword caused dark spots to appear on her face.
Naturally, Hong Mingyue would not know that the Nine Dragons Yin, the Nine Dragons Sword, was refined by Ye Lingyue using ash fire, combining the dragon blood in Feng Xin and Wu Zhong's bodies, and the genius materials and earth treasures.
These spiritual materials are all yin and yang things.
Among them, the evil spirit of the most yin, especially the blood of Feng Xin and Wu Zhong, after refining, became the great sword Nine Dragons Yin.
The evil spirit carried in that sword is simply unbearable for ordinary people.
Moreover, this evil spirit will spread little by little, and the black spots are just the beginning.
Hong Mingyue is no exception.
After thinking about it for a long time, Hong Mingyue picked up the mirror.
She looked at the dirt-like black spot in the corner of her eye, and wished she could dig her out with a knife.
After thinking about it, she took out a box of good rouge powder, rubbed it on layer after layer, and then covered the corners of her eyes with her bangs, and then she was relieved.
"Forget it, wait until the final selection, and then fix Ye Lingyue and that little bastard."
Hong Mingyue thought about the upcoming final selection tomorrow, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Among the people under her control, one's elder brother had joined Gu Yuehai a few years earlier, and because of this, Hong Mingyue had already inquired about the content of the final selection.
If the final selection was really as she had heard, neither Ye Lingyue nor that little bastard would be selected.
At that time, the two of them will become soft persimmons for her to handle.
Time flies.
In the anticipation of all the candidate disciples, Gu Yuehai's final selection day finally arrived.
On the third day, outside the temporary tent, an old fisherman who had not seen him for several days appeared.
He changed his casual appearance earlier and changed into a long shirt.
"Listen everyone, every ten people form a line, and every ten people will go in a group with me to participate in the final selection."
After the old fisherman finished speaking, everyone lined up separately.
Ye Lingyue formed a row with Xiao Dixin and Luo Yi.
Hong Mingyue and several of her subordinates also stood in a row.
The candidate disciples who were taken away by the fisherman did not return.
Some of them should have passed the selection, but the rest of them were missing.
The fisherman was very tight-lipped, and refused to reveal anything about the final selection when he came back to lead the people.
In this way, as the number of people in the temporary camp decreased one by one, the air above the camp seemed to be covered by a layer of low pressure.
Even Luo Yi, who always liked to talk and laugh, became nervous now.
"Oh, I'm so worried, this is the last time we'll see each other."
Luo Yi said with emotion.
"What nonsense, maybe we will all be selected, even if we are not selected, we will all stay in Lonely Moon Sea."
Ye Lingyue comforted Luo Yi. Behind her, Little Dixin looked carefree. The two of them seemed not worried about the upcoming final selection.
"If my parents knew that I became a handyman, they would definitely feel ashamed. And I heard that handymen are not allowed to learn martial arts, nor can they contact ordinary disciples. I hope that none of us will become handymen."
Just as Luo Yi was talking, the old fisherman came over. He glanced at the crowd, and lingered on Ye Lingyue and the little emperor for a while longer.
"It's your turn, follow me."
Ye Lingyue looked around, there were only thirty or forty people left in the camp, and it was already afternoon, it seemed that the final selection was almost done.
I heard that Gu Yuehai recruits disciples every year, up to fifty people. I don't know how many of the previous people were successfully selected.
"Old man, just wait a moment."
Just when the fisherman was about to turn around and leave, Ye Lingyue suddenly stopped him.