"This is our sword cultivator." Mu Chongxi scolded him without even thinking, "Can any of your alchemy cultivators have good people? I won't be exhausted if I compete with you."

Ye Qiao was convinced. She had realized during the cultural class assessment that Dan Xiu was a group of good students. If she competed with them, she could imagine what she would get like later.

Sword cultivators are not educated, so it suits her very well.

Xue Yu shrugged and said with a smile: "There is no professional discrimination."

"Okay, okay, stop talking." Duan Yu listened for a long time and saw that none of them were serious, so he simply kicked them all out, "People from the eight families are here, and the list has been filled out. Send it over when the time comes.

No ink marks."

"The organizers of the individual competition are the Eight Families?" Mingxuan turned around and asked.

"That's right." Elder Duan Yu nodded. If someone is willing to pay to be the organizer, the five sects will naturally not rush to be taken advantage of.

"Eh." Mingxuan frowned and said in disgust: "I'm going to see those annoying people again."

After the registration is completed, the sword cultivator must fill in whether he or she has a natal sword, spiritual root talent, cultivation level, and most importantly, the name of the natal sword.

Zhou Xingyun and Mu Chongxi filled it out quickly.

Ye Qiao was stunned.

What is the name of the natal sword?

Several elders waited for a long time, but when they saw that she was not moving, they took a look at her name and thought, oh, what a genius.

Their tone was kind, "What's wrong? Is there something you don't understand?"

Mu Chongxi came over to take a look. Seeing that Ye Qiao was reluctant to write, he took the initiative and said enthusiastically: "The name of her sword is Duoshan!"

"It just says, Master of the Bamboo Shoot Sword is all you need."

"?" Several elders looked at each other for a moment, "Are you sure?"

What the hell is this name?

Ye Qiao trembled.

She chose the name just for fun. If she really filled in this name, Ye Qiao could imagine that after the individual competition was over, the other monks would talk about her after leaving the house, and their tone of voice was ups and downs: "Oh. Ye Qiao is the legend,

That famous one, the Master of the Bamboo Shoot Sword, right?'

"No, no, no." Ye Qiao shuddered, "It's called Bu Jianjun!"

"Remember not to fill in the wrong form."

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Chapter completed!