Muyan's expression didn't even change and she looked back calmly.

Looking at it, she found that there were many familiar people in the palace.

For example, Qian Hongxiao was beaten into a sausage mouth by her just last night.

The swelling in his mouth had subsided by now, but his speech was still slurred because the injury on his tongue was not easy to heal.

Seeing Muyan come in at this time, his eyes immediately looked over.

The look in his eyes not only wanted to tear her skin apart, but also was full of greed and cruel desire.

Muyan's gaze turned and casually glanced at Jiang Dahai, who had an unkind expression, and Qian Feng, who was enigmatic, and finally landed in the corner of the hall, her brows slightly raised.

The young man standing in the corner caught her eye, immediately jumped up excitedly, and kept waving, "Miss, do you remember me? We met in that bookstore!"

When he shouted, the old man who was sleeping soundly on the chair was so startled that he fell to the ground.

After getting up, the old man slapped the young man on the head, "Why are you making such a fuss? Did I sleep soundly without seeing your master?"

The young man covered his head in grievance and said, "Master, you are here to select disciples for our Xiaoyao Sect, how can you keep sleeping! Moreover, the young lady I met last time is also here. She controls the spirit

He is so powerful. Master, master, can we recruit the young lady into the house?"

As he said this, the elders of other sects in the hall shook their heads with mocking expressions.

Whoever is sitting here doesn’t know that Xiaoyao Sect is the most broken sect in the entire Qingtian Realm.

There were less than ten people in total, including the master and his disciples.

The sect's residence was as dilapidated as a beggar's den.

I heard that they can only wear shabby clothes all year round, and they often go hungry.

It's simply a hundred times more miserable than those casual cultivators.

Xiaoyao Sect like this actually had the nerve to participate in the sect selection.

You must know that the so-called selection is not just the selection of disciples by the sect, but also those disciples with outstanding talents who choose the sect.

Which cultivator would be willing to go to a shabby place like Xiaoyaomen!

The old man seemed to be completely unaware of everyone's ridicule. He turned his gaze and landed on Muyan, his pupils shrinking slightly.

Then, all the wrinkles on his face were piled together, and he revealed a flower-like smile, "Oh, the little girl is pretty good, and she is tall and graceful. She is worthy of the name of our Xiaoyao Sect. Do you want to consider coming to our Xiaoyao Sect?"

Do all Xiaoyao Sect have this kind of enthusiasm? Muyan touched her nose and didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

"Ahem, okay!" Qian Feng said coldly, "Let's test the spiritual roots first!"

Muyan took a step forward, placed her hand on the stone pillar, and slowly activated her spiritual power.

A dazzling light suddenly lit up, but disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The stone pillar returned to its dim appearance. No matter how much Muyan tried to activate her spiritual power, it was of no use.

"W-what's going on? Even with the worst fifth-level spiritual roots, the stone pillar will emit a faint light!"

"And I really wanted to see a ray of light just now, even though 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 to his ears, "What else can I do? The quality of the test stone pillar is too poor!"

Muyan: "..."
Chapter completed!