When I arrived at the hall, Yu Fengxian was already waiting for her.

"I don't know what's wrong with the Pavilion Master asking me for." Youming went up and asked.

Yu Fengxian turned around and looked at her and said, "Yang Xinyi, I am going to accept you as an apprentice, are you willing?"

"Disciple is willing." Youming replied.

In Jueqing Pavilion, not all disciples can be Yu Fengxian's disciples. Most of them are just disciples. When they see Yu Fengxian, they can only call the Pavilion Master. Only a small number of them are the people Yu Fengxian is interested in, so they are qualified to be her disciples.

It would have been at least one year since Yu Fengxian considered accepting the other party as a disciple, but Youming showed too great qualifications, so she couldn't help but be moved. In addition, today she went to Tiandao Pavilion to do things for Ye Xiong, which made her even more uneasy.

Finally, she recruited a disciple with good qualifications. This may be her future honor. How could she let it go? If she proposes to go to Tiandao Pavilion, she doesn't know what to do, so she makes an exception to accept her as a disciple.

"Why do I feel like you are unhappy?" Yu Fengxian asked.

"No, the disciple is happy. Maybe... it's because the disciple is used to being introverted and he doesn't show it." Youming replied.

What's so happy about this? She was also a half-step golden elixir cultivator at the time, and her strength was still above her. Whether to worship or not is no longer important to her. She can cultivate half-step golden elixir by herself alone, and she doesn't need it.

What help she can do?

Yu Fengxian nodded with satisfaction: "Happiness and anger do not appear in appearance. This is the quality of a monk. Come with me to the Ancestor Hall and perform the apprenticeship ceremony!"

Youming was a little reluctant to go in because he would definitely kneel down when he went in and became a disciple. Her knees were not just kneeling casually.

But now she has poor strength and Yu Fengxian is still so enthusiastic that she can't argue if she doesn't worship her.

There was no choice but to go in and perform the ceremony.

Half an hour later, the two came out of the ancestor's hall.

"People's Lord..."

"I'm still called the Pavilion Master?"

"Master, if nothing happens, I will go to practice." said Youming.

"No hurry, cultivation is not at this moment." Yu Fengxian smiled and took out something from her body. It was a long red cloth diamond. "This is my magic weapon for becoming famous, Red Lou Ling. Now I give it to you, just treat it as a master.

A gift for you.”

"Thank you, Master." Youming put Hongling away.

"Master, is this the magic weapon you are using now?" Youming was shocked and hurriedly said, "I don't need such an expensive thing."

"You will want to give it to you by the master. I now have a new magic weapon. This magic weapon has been with me for two hundred years, and I am tired of using it."

The longer an ordinary monk uses magic weapons, the more emotional it becomes. How could he get tired of it? This is just her statement.

"Thank you, my disciple." Youming could feel her love for her.

Apart from Ye Xiong and Yang Xinyi, this is the third person who cares so much about her and has no close friends, which touched her a little.

"Practice well, the spiritual realm qualifying competition will begin in half a year. I hope you can enter. Stay in there for ten or eight years. With your qualifications, it should be no problem to enter the peak of the Golden Pill. With your combat power,

If you reach the peak of the Golden Pill, you may not be your opponent by the teacher at that time.”

"Master, I must enter the qualifying competition, don't worry." Youming said firmly.

This is her purpose of joining the Eternal Sect, how could she miss it?

"Okay, go and practice!"

Youming nodded and returned to his cave to practice.

...

The next morning, Ye Xiong got up early, and Zhuo Wushuang and Xue Tu were waiting in the hall.

The two of them stood far away, looking like they looked down on each other, and seemed to have an unhappy relationship between them.

No wonder, the two have completely different identities and status. One is the Eighth Prince, who is righteous and upright; the other is the one who is told to be a big devil, killing countless people, and his hands are covered with blood. It would be strange if there is any intersection between the two.

"Peace Lord." Xue Tu came up.

Ye Xiong looked at his wrist, and the God-locking Chain was sealed on his wrist, without any reaction.

This shows that there is no magic cultivator in Xue Tu.

"Blood Tu, you're here, I have something to ask you." Ye Xiong paused for a moment, then said: "You said you were plagued by demons thirty years ago and slaughtered three thousand people in a village. That's the only one who is attached to it.

The devil in his body has long hair shawls, his face is thin and pointed, and his triangle eyes look like a poisonous snake?"

"How do you know?" Xue Tu was startled.

"Did he say he is the Lord of the Demon Palace?" Ye Xiong continued to ask.

"That's right, I heard him mention the Lord of the Demon Palace, which is him." Xue Tu was very excited and his voice changed. "It was that bastard who ruined my reputation for life, this bastard."

Xue Tu gritted his teeth, his face showed a murderous gaze, and he was extremely angry.

"How long have you been possessed by him?"

"About three months, I have always wanted to get rid of it, but I can't get rid of it. In the past three months, I have killed many people. Some people don't even know me, and I don't want to kill them, but I can't control them at all.

Own……"

"Don't be excited, I'm looking for it now, we will definitely have a chance to avenge this." Ye Xiong comforted him.

At the secret realm of Dark Elite, the old woman in Dark Elite said that there was another person who entered there, but she didn't know if he was demonized. Ye Xiong had always guessed that the person was Duan Tianshan, and she didn't know whether it was true or false.

Ye Xiong walked to Zhuo Wushuang and said, "Zhuo Wushuang, everyone has their own necessity. Your father, Venerable Jiandao, caught Xue Tu, and did not kill him, but just locked him up for thirty years. This means

Killing is not the original intention of blood slaughtering, otherwise your father would kill him immediately, how could it be just imprisonment? I hope you don’t have any prejudice against him.”

Zhuo Wushuang thought for a while and walked to Xue Tu: "I'm sorry, I don't know that such a thing happened to you. I apologize to you for your unreason just now."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Xue Tu said.

Seeing that the two of them were together as before, Ye Xiong felt a little relieved.

"Xue Tu, the incarnation of that demon, when will it leave your body?" Ye Xiong continued to ask.

"He left after I was closed. I suspected that he just borrowed my body to do something, and did not mean to live in my body for a long time." Xue Tu said.

Ye Xiong drew a water mirror in front of him, and a scene appeared inside, which was the scene where the demon cultivator was tied to a stone pillar and tied to a chain of the locked gods.

Faced with the constant attacks, he not only did not be afraid, but instead burst into laughter.

This is the scene when Ye Xiong asked the fire spirit and Zhuque Lunliu to attack him in the secret realm of the dark elves.
Chapter completed!