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Chapter 2 Call Senior Sister!

Chapter 2 Call me Senior Sister!

"Chu Yu, heaven-level spiritual root!" Lord Linghui smiled with satisfaction at Chu Yu, looking very calm. He has lived for more than a hundred years, and he is also a person who has seen big scenes, but he was slightly nervous when recording

His trembling hands and unquiet voice betrayed his true mood.

The square that was noisy just now fell silent for an instant.

After a long while, I heard someone ask in a low voice: "I...did I hear correctly? That Chu family trash...actually has...a heaven-level spiritual root?"

The heads of the various sects sitting on the high platform were not at peace either. They each looked at each other, and they all looked at the young man standing next to the testing spirit stone in astonishment.

Ever since Cangwu, the ancestor of the cultivation world, ascended to heaven three hundred years ago, the aura of Tianyuan Continent has become increasingly thinner.

Such geniuses with heaven-level spiritual roots are becoming rarer and rarer every year.

In the last term, there was a Ning Zhao and a Ye Tianhe, with a total of two Tianlinggens, all of whom were worshiped by the Spirit Sword Sect.

Judging from the appearance of this young man, it seems that he does not know what heaven-level spiritual roots mean, nor does he know who will get them.

"Little friend Chu Yu, as usual..."

Before Lord Linghui finished speaking, he was interrupted by a thick voice.

"Little friend Chu Yu, would you like to join me as a disciple of Xuanji Pavilion?" On the high platform, a tall man with half naked upper body stood up. This man had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a beard all over his face, and his exaggerated muscles were bronzed.

The bulges on the skin look like they have the ability to scare children into crying.

This is Venerable Xuanhe, the leader of Xuanji Pavilion. Xuanji Pavilion is good at making weapons. Due to years of forging with sledgehammers, most of the disciples in the sect are muscular men with bronze skin.

Before Chu Yu could respond, the man in red clothes and white face stood up quickly.

"Little friend Chu Yu, would you like to become my disciple in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley?"

"They in Xuanji Pavilion only know how to swing a sledgehammer and rely on their brute strength. They are all reckless men. I, Wanhua Valley, stay indoors all year round to develop the world's strange poisons, and I will not be tanned soy sauce color."

This man in red clothes and white face is Feng Xiaodie, the master of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. He is a single descendant of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. He never lets anyone call him Venerable, only the Valley Master.

"Hey, do I have to be like you, applying makeup and makeup all day long to look less like a man?" Venerable Xuanhe picked up two sledgehammers from the storage space and looked at Feng Xiaodie with a provocative look on his face.

"You!" Not to be outdone, Feng Xiaodie stomped her foot and took out something from the space and held it in her hand. Ning Zhao looked carefully and saw two green porcelain bottles.

The middle-aged woman in Taoist robes who was sitting steadily in the wheelchair could no longer sit still. She couldn't stand up, but she said in a deep voice.

"Little friend Chu Yu, from what I see in your face, you are destined to be with me, Fu Manlou. Would you like to come to my door, Fu Manlou?"

This middle-aged woman in a wheelchair is Fu Xi, the head of Fu Man Lou. She is the only woman among the five heads. Fu Man Lou, as the name suggests, is good at drawing talisman formations. Fu Man Lou can sit firmly on the top of the five sects.

One of the major sects relies entirely on the physically disabled Venerable Fu Xi.

Feng Xiaodie glared at Venerable Fu Xi, "Little friend Chu Yu, don't listen to him. This old guy is always good at lying. She always says that she is destined to be with everyone she meets. Is it possible...everyone in the world is her Fu Manlou?"

A destined person?"

Venerable Fu Xi had a kind smile on his face and did not argue with him, "The owner of the valley is right. As the saying goes, meeting is fate."

"Hahaha."

The bald monk sitting on the high platform looked at the three people bickering and finally stood up holding the prayer beads.

"Since everyone is vying for little friend Chu Yu, I will give it a try."

"Little friend Chu Yu, are you willing to join me as a disciple of Fanyin Temple?"

This handsome monk with a red mole on his forehead is the head of Fanyin Temple, Venerable Fanyin. The disciples of Fanyin Temple mainly practice Buddhist scriptures and Dharma, with the attitude of saving all sentient beings.

Venerable Xuanhe hurriedly swung the hammer and said, "Pull you down, you stinking monk. Who doesn't know that you, the Fanyin Temple, have the most rules? My little friend Chu Yu is still young and there is no need to escape into Buddhism!"

Venerable Fanyin gently touched the Buddha on his hand and said Amitabha.

"Xuanhe, what you said is wrong..."

The four leaders were fighting for Chu Yu in a heated commotion, but the leader of the Lingjian Sect, Venerable Ling Yue, was sitting motionless on the high platform.

It was only through force that he didn't let himself stand up.

He already has five direct disciples under his name, including Mo Yiyi, who has just been admitted into the sect. Among the elders here, he has the most disciples. It would be rude to accept any more.

Chu Yu looked around the square under the burning gazes of the four heads.

Then he raised his head and looked at the smiling Master Linghui with white beard and white hair.

"I want to join the disciples of Lord Linghui."

Everyone on the high platform, including Lord Linghui, was shocked.

Feng Xiaodie hurriedly said: "Are you sure? There is a heaven-level spiritual root disciple under Master Linghui. If we don't keep it together, we will favor your senior sister even more."

Ning Zhao: I was shot while I was lying down...

Ning Zhao sighed, looked at Feng Xiaodie, who looked like a butterfly in red clothes, and said loudly: "Valley Master, don't worry, there should be no one who knows Master's character better than Valley Master."

Feng Xiaodie's face suddenly turned red and white, as if she had been hit by something embarrassing. Her eyes were darting around but not looking at Ning Zhao.

People familiar with the matter all had a mocking look on their faces. Two years ago, the owner of Wanhua Valley had a conflict with his eighteenth-room concubine because of Venerable Xuanhe, and it was the good old man Linghui who came to mediate. Venerable Linghui had no one.

He asked the two of them to each pay half of the silver to send the eighteen-room concubine of the owner of Wanhua Valley home.

"Little friend Chu Yu, have you thought about it?" Lord Linghui asked warmly, stroking his long beard.

Chu Yu's eyes fell on Ning Zhao who was not far away, his face was gloomy and there was no special expression on his face.

He immediately knelt down and performed a bowing ceremony to Venerable Linghui, "Master."

Lord Linghui quickly helped him up, took out his disciple token and hung it on Chu Yu's belt.

Feng Xiaodie slumped on the high platform as if she had no bones, and her tone was very resentful, "Oh, if you ask me, it is this Lord Linghui who has the best fate. The two heaven-level spiritual roots have all fallen to him.

Under the door."

"What? The Valley Master is envious?" Venerable Xuanhe swung the sledgehammer and raised his eyebrows at Feng Xiaodie.

Venerable Fu Xi also sighed slightly.

"Not to mention the Valley Master, even I am a little envious..."

It was as if he just remembered that there was someone on the high platform who was still silent.

"Venerable Lingyue, what do you think?"

Venerable Lingyue: What do I think? I sit and watch!

"Tianhe is also a good seedling." Ling Yue nodded slightly, at least... he also has a heaven-level spiritual root disciple under his sect, which can already make the other leaders envious.

Venerable Fanyin seemed to think of something and asked aloud: "I heard that little friend Ye Tianhe took several direct disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect to Zhangjiacun to hunt the wolf demon?"

"This generation of young people... are really young and promising..."

Lord Linghui also wanted to stand next to the test spirit stone and record the results, so Chu Yu followed Ning Zhao, and the two of them stood on the steps outside the square to watch other people's test results.

"You've already called me master, so it's time to call me senior sister, right?"

Ning Zhao raised his eyebrows at Chu Yu, with a slight smile on his usually tense face.

Chu Yu was silent for a moment and said warmly.

"Just now...thank you, senior sister."

As soon as he finished saying this, he couldn't stop coughing, and his pale face was stained with a trace of blush.
Chapter completed!
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