The practitioners were wondering, "Who is he?"

"Yeah, who is he?"

The man who came up with the idea raised his hand, puffed out his chest, and was very proud, "I am a disciple sent by Shouyun City to study in Wuweiyuan! My name is Yang Yin! Seniors, if you think this method is good, what's the harm in giving it a try?

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The body cultivators suddenly realized, "I heard from the original owner that you are the Shen Yang who was pushed up to Jingshan Mountain several times by the elders, but was eventually driven back!"

Yang Yin jumped, but before he could do anything, the original owner spoke for him, "Heroes don't ask where they come from, and don't expose others' shortcomings."

Yang Yin, "..."

When the practitioners heard this, they all thought it made sense. The person who spoke just now immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have exposed your shortcomings!"

What a great physical education. If you have a higher level of cultivation than him, you can just apologize if you say sorry.

Yang Yin's depression was hung up and down, and his face looked very good.

But why does he feel so uncomfortable?

He watched depressedly as the practitioners gathered their disciples.

Mu Anran patted him, "What did you do? Why does Jingshan dislike you so much?"

"Get out!"

Mu Anran shrugged.
Chapter completed!