But Muyan didn't even change her expression, she looked back leisurely.
Looking at it, she found that there were still many acquaintances in the temple.
For example, Qian Hongxiao, who was just beaten into a sausage mouth by her last night.
His mouth has subsided by now, but his speech is still slurred, because the wound on his tongue is not easy to heal.
Seeing Muyan come in at this time, his eyes immediately looked over.
Those eyes were full of greed and tyrannical lust.
Muyan turned her gaze, casually glanced at Jiang Dahai, who had a bad complexion, and Qian Feng, who was unpredictable, and finally landed in the corner of the hall, her brows slightly raised.
The boy standing in the corner met her gaze, jumped up excitedly, and kept waving, "Miss, do you remember me? We met in that bookstore!"
With his cry, the old man who was sleeping soundly on the chair was startled and fell to the ground.
After getting up, the old man slapped the boy on the head, "What's the noise? Didn't I see your master and I slept soundly?"
The young man held his head aggrievedly, and said: "Master, you are here to select disciples for our Xiaoyaomen, how can you sleep all the time! Besides, the young lady I met last time also came here, she controls the spirit. The power is so powerful. Master, master, let's recruit the young lady into the door, shall we?"
After saying this, the elders of other sects in the hall shook their heads again and again, showing mocking expressions.
Those who are sitting here don't know that Xiaoyaomen is the worst sect in the entire Qingtian Realm.
There are less than ten people including the master and the disciples.
The sect's resident is even more dilapidated, like a beggar's den.
It is said that they can only wear torn clothes all year round, and they have to go hungry from time to time.
It was a hundred times more miserable than those casual cultivators.
Just like Xiaoyaomen, they have the nerve to participate in the selection of the sect.
One must know that the so-called selection is not only for the sect to select disciples, but also for those disciples with outstanding talents who choose the sect.
Which cultivator is willing to go to a broken place like Xiaoyaomen!
But the old man seemed to be unaware of everyone's ridicule, his eyes turned and fell on Muyan, his pupils shrank slightly.
Afterwards, all the wrinkles on her face were piled together, revealing a flowery smile, "Oh, the little girl is not bad, she is beautiful, she is worthy of the name of our Xiaoyaomen, do you want to consider coming to our Xiaoyaomen?"
Is this Xiaoyaomen all in this enthusiastic style? Muyan rubbed her nose, not knowing how to answer for a while.
"Ahem, it's done!" Qian Feng said coldly, "Let's test the spirit root first!"
Muyan took a step forward, put her hand on the stone pillar, and slowly activated her spiritual power.
A dazzling light suddenly lit up, but disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The stone pillar changed back to a gloomy appearance, no matter how much Muyan mobilized his spiritual power, it was useless.
"Hey, what's going on here? Even if it's the worst fifth-class spiritual root, the stone pillar will emit a faint light!"
"And just now I really wanted to see a ray of light, although it was just a flash."
"Did you see it? I didn't!"
Muyan was also a little confused, "Qihuang, what's going on?"
Qihuang's gloating voice came from beside his ear, "What else can I do? The quality of the test stone pillar is too bad!"
Muyan: "..."
"Since the test stone pillar didn't light up, I suggest that she be judged unqualified." Jiang Dahai said loudly.