Going to Lingyan Peak means becoming an inner disciple. This is undoubtedly a big surprise for Fuling, who is content with just being able to enter Lingxiao Sect.

Although the system kept shouting in her ears that everyone in Ling Yanfeng was cannon fodder, Fuling still walked up to the high platform step by step, trying to get to the place behind Xuan Wei where his three disciples were standing.

"Fu Ling, there are direct disciples on the high platform. You are an inner disciple, just wait below." Master Lingxu was afraid that Fu Ling would be embarrassed when she came up, so he walked over and stopped her before she finished walking up the steps.

When Fuling saw that there were no disciples of Ling Yanfeng below, and saw Xin'er ascending to the high platform with Master Guiyang, she thought that she should come up as well. After hearing what Ling Xu said, she turned around to go down.

Before she could get down the steps, someone grabbed her collar from behind.

"I already have three disciples, you should be my close disciple." Xuan Wei carried the nine-year-old Fu Ling effortlessly and carried him back to the edge of his seat.

"She will be your junior sister from now on. Why don't you give up your seat to your junior sister?"

As soon as Xuan Wei finished speaking, the three disciples quickly stood up and offered their seats to Fu Ling.

Poria blushed slightly and quickly waved her hands: "No need, I'll just stand."

Xuanwei couldn't help but push her down on the seat, and told his eldest disciple: "When the apprenticeship ceremony is over, you quickly send your junior sister to Su Wen Peak and ask the people from Su Wen Peak to give her

Look at the injuries on your body."

Xuanwei's eldest disciple Lin Qingyue nodded in agreement, and the seat where Fu Ling was sitting belonged to him, so he stood quietly next to Fu Ling and waited for the apprenticeship ceremony to end.

Fu Ling secretly took a look at this senior brother. The senior brother was also a very handsome man, but he was not as cold as Master Xuanwei. Instead, he was as warm and calm as the wind. He noticed that she was sizing him up and turned around.

He turned to smile gently at her.

Fuling was originally a little afraid of Xuan Wei, but seeing Lin Qingyue like this, she breathed a sigh of relief. The senior brother seemed to be easy to get along with.

Fu Ling, who was hiding behind her master and senior brothers, had not noticed how many disciples below who had detected single or double spiritual roots looked over with envy.

It is extremely difficult to become the direct disciple of the Lord of a Peak. The last person who was envied was Xin'er.

But compared to Xin'er, a genius with supernatural spiritual roots, Poria cocos is obviously more enviable.

Ling Yanfeng is the most popular sword cultivator in the world, and sword cultivators are the most powerful among all the factions.

Not to mention Master Xuan Wei, the number one sword cultivator, none of the three disciples of Ling Yan Peak is a well-known figure in the various sects in the world of immortality. All the disciples who have joined the Zixiao Sect have become Ling Yan.

The dream of a peak disciple.

Master Lingxu, who was originally happy that Fuling could become an outer disciple, was even more shocked now. He even laughed at Fuling for not overestimating his abilities. In the blink of an eye, Fuling was accepted as a direct disciple by his idol, which was exactly what he had dreamed of.

What a shame, he was so envious.

The apprenticeship ceremony was over, and Poria followed Lin Qingyue to Suwen Peak to see her injuries. Lin Qingyue held her in his arms and flew with his sword, and soon arrived at Suwen Peak.

The disciples of Su Wenfeng had just returned from the apprenticeship ceremony, and they arrived faster than Lin Qing.

The master of Suwen Peak, Chanyue Zhenren, still remembered what Xuanwei had just said about the woman's squeamishness. When he saw Lin Qingyue waiting at the door of Suwen Peak with Poria cocos, he didn't have a good temper.

"Your sword repairman from Lingyan Peak has rough skin and thick flesh and is the most resistant to being beaten. Do you still need treatment from our Suwen Peak?" Master Chanyue said.

Hearing what Master Chan Yue said about Ling Yanfeng, Fu Ling secretly determined that Ling Yanfeng must not be popular among the Zixiao Sect, no wonder he was a cannon fodder.

Thinking about the temper of the peak master Xuan Wei, it really doesn't look like he can improve his popularity. It's a pity that a person with such a good temper like the senior brother has been dragged down and made things difficult by the peak master of Suwen Peak here.

"All the senior uncles and senior sisters at Su Wen Peak are skilled and kind-hearted, and they will definitely not argue with the master. The little junior sister was seriously injured during the questioning, and I asked senior uncle Chanyue to help me take a look." Lin Qingyue said a few words to make the embarrassment go away.

Resolved.

Master Chan Yue signaled Lin Qingyue to take Poria cocos into the medicine hall.

"The new disciples next to you, come here and get a bottle of elixir, and you can just take it yourself. You disciples of Ling Yanfeng are quite delicate, and you want us to diagnose and treat them personally." Master Chanyue has been displeased with Xuanwei for a long time.

Qingyue's face was cured by Poria cocos, but he still had to say a few words of damage.

"Sorry for causing you any trouble." Poria's voice suddenly sounded between Chan Yue and Lin Qingyue, making them both stunned.

Chanyue lowered her head and looked at the tiny Fu Ling. The little girl had fair and tender skin, bright and clear eyes, and a cute and fresh look. However, her words and expression were very serious, unlike a child.

For the world of immortality where there are many people who are hundreds and thousands of years old, Fu Ling is really too young. Being apologized so seriously by such a young child, Chan Yue was unable to say anything sarcastic or sarcastic.

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"Are you scared?" Chan Yue took out a bottle of jelly beans and gave it to Fuling. Su Wenfeng often had young disciples coming in. She had some experience in taking care of children.

"I'm not scared. Thank you, Master Chan." Fuling took the jelly beans handed over by Master Chan Yue, poured out one with meticulous movements, picked up one and put it into his mouth, and ate silently with his mouth closed without making any sound.

Seeing Fuling's restrained and polite appearance, Master Chanyue couldn't help but touched Fuling's head and said: "Where should a cute little girl like you go to a tiring and dirty place like Lingyan Peak?

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Master Chan Yue helped Fuling apply herbal medicine to the injured area, and gave Fuling a lot of pills. She said: "You are practicing in Lingyan Peak, and you must bump into each other a lot. You can take these pills first."

, if you don’t have enough, come to Suwenfeng to get it.”

Fu Ling was holding bottles and jars, almost unable to hold them, so Chan Yue took out another storage bag from her waist, helped her put all the elixirs in, and then pinned the storage bag on for her.

On Poria's waist.

After Poria thanked Master Chanyue, she followed Lin Qingyue back to Lingyan Peak.

Lingyan Peak is an isolated peak, the tallest among the five peaks of the Zixiao Sect. The peak is surrounded by clouds and mist, and there is a towering attic on the top of the mountain, like a giant sword that seems to pierce the clouds.

Master Xuanwei's cave is right next to the attic. When Lin Qingyue took Poria to go to Master Xuanwei's cave, he passed by this attic.

When Poria passed by the attic, she couldn't help but pause and look at the attic a few more times.

On the door plaque of the attic, three words were neatly written: Hidden Sword Pavilion.

"This is the weapons depot of our Zixiao Sect. Although it is called the Hidden Sword Pavilion, there are not only swords but also various weapons. Whenever a disciple in the sect builds a foundation, they can enter the Hidden Sword Pavilion to choose weapons. There are many famous ones in the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The artifacts in the world of immortality are often coveted by unscrupulous people, and it has always been our responsibility at Lingyan Pavilion to guard the Hidden Sword Pavilion."

Lin Qingyue saw that Poria was curious about Jiange, so he explained a few words to her.

"But Senior Brother, are there only four people in Lingyan Peak? Can only four people protect the Jiange Pavilion?" Fuling couldn't help but ask.

Among the five peaks of the Zixiao Sect, only Lingyan Peak has a declining staff. I heard that Miaoyin Peak has many outstanding disciples and is the face of the Zixiao Sect. It is clearly more suitable than Lingyan Peak to guard the sword pavilion.

"You're here, there are five of us now." Another voice came from not far away.

Fu Ling followed the sound and saw Xuan Wei, dressed in azure Taoist robes, walking over with a snow-white sword in his hand.

Fu Ling was quite curious about the sword, but before she had time to take a closer look, she saw Xuan Wei suddenly fly into the air, the sword in his hand pierced the air, and layers of frost turned into white dragons and quickly shuttled around the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
Chapter completed!