After rebirth, Senior Sister, she has the power to be close to others

"Congratulations to all of you for passing the sect test. The apprenticeship ceremony begins now."

A vigorous and powerful voice came from the stage.

For a moment, everyone looked at the elders on the high platform with great hope, hoping that they would be favored by one of the elders.

After all, there is still a huge gap between direct disciples and inner disciples.

"That's... the Immortal Lord! It's the Yuanqing Immortal Lord!"

The crowd suddenly became commotion, and everyone looked at the white figure flying in the air.

The sect leader and elders on the stage also stood up and looked at the visitor with surprised faces.

Seeing this, Su Chanyi lowered her head to hide the coldness in her eyes.

The pain caused by Jian Tian seems like yesterday...

That was the original weapon that made the Yuan Qing Immortal Lord famous, and one of the few ancient treasures of the Chao Immortal Sect.

The ancient sword can kill all things in the sky, and even kill the souls of gods.

Even if the pain of tearing the soul comes back again, I will still feel the lingering fear.

Su Chanyi took a deep breath and suppressed those thoughts.

"Is this the legendary Yuanqing Immortal Lord? The youngest integrated monk in Xuantian Continent..."

"Wow, Immortal Lord Yuanqing is so handsome. If you can be his disciple, you will be blessed after several lifetimes of training."

"..."

Hearing this, Su Chanyi chuckled.

Yuan Qing indeed had an angry face, and there were many female disciples who showed favor to him in his previous life.

But ever since Yuan Qing threw a half-dressed female cultivator out with an expressionless expression, no one dared to approach him.

There are even vague rumors that Yuan and Qing Dynasties had a habit of cutting off their sleeves.

In her previous life, it was naturally her, the disciple, who caught those people out and beat them up.

In this life, she wanted to see if Yuan Qing would stoop to deal with these rumors.

"Junior brother, why are you here? Have you... figured it out? Are you going to accept a disciple in this class?"

The headmaster looked at the visitor with joy and quickly ordered people to move the seats.

Yuan Qing nodded slightly, his handsome face expressionless, and dressed in white, he looked even more refined.

Qian Qian's movement made the people below shocked again.

"I'm just saying, junior brother, if you don't accept a disciple, your skills will be in vain. Let's see if you are satisfied with it? If you don't like it, there are still a group of little carrots testing it."

The little carrot heads mentioned by the sect leader are naturally those 5-6 year old babies.

Yuan Qing glanced at the group of people below, stopping at the last figure.

In an instant, everyone looked at that location.

I saw a girl in red clothes standing there, her eyes lowered so that no one could see her expression, and her long hair was tied back by an inconspicuous red silk.

Clean and neat!Temperament is cold!

"You, come forward." Yuan Qing pointed in the direction of Su Chanyi and spoke softly.

Su Chanyi looked up at Yuan Qing, then slowly walked forward:

"Disciple Su Chanyi, pay homage to the Immortal Lord."

Ah Xuan is still good-looking...

"Haha! Junior brother, you have good taste. This girl is the only one among the disciples recruited this time who has the holy bones."

"Holy Bones..."

Yuan Qing looked at Su Chanyi with unclear meaning in his eyes.

"Su Chanyi, are you willing to accept me as your teacher?"

Su Chanyi's body stiffened, Wu Mingzi, Wu Mingzi, your apprentice is going to be gone!

Do you really want her to say in public that she has been your apprentice for a long time, just for fun? !

"Disciple...is unwilling."

Su Chanyi's clear voice spread throughout the square and could be heard clearly by the disciples on and off the stage.

The air suddenly stagnated and became quiet for an instant. Everyone stared at Su Chanyi, with horror written on their faces.

He...did they hear it correctly? !

Someone actually refused to be the apprentice of Yuan Qing Immortal Lord?

All the looks in his eyes were almost accusing Su Chanyi of not knowing what was right and what was wrong.

The sect leader also looked at the figures in the audience in astonishment, and blurted out somewhat unbelievably:

"Su Chanyi, do you know who accepts you as a disciple? This is the youngest fusion monk in Xuantian Continent, the supreme master of swordsmanship!"

"Disciple understands. But disciple also knows that the road to immortality is long, and everyone has their own path. Disciple's path...is not with Immortal Yuanqing."

The youngest combined monk, the supreme swordsman?But soon Ye Xuan was Xuantian's only sword master.

There was silence for a long time.

Suddenly, Su Chanyi felt her body rising into the air.

She raised her head warily and looked at Yuan Qing without knowing why.

Could it be that he is planning to use his bow forcefully?Robbery?

Su Chanyi wanted to resist, but was imprisoned and unable to move. The feeling of powerlessness became clearer and clearer!

Soon, the body landed.

There was a tall, cold figure in front of her.

On top of the white clothes is a face as beautiful as a crown jewel.

The familiar fragrance of ink and bamboo spread to the tip of her nose, but she only felt like a lump in her throat!

"Su Chanyi?"

The cold voice made it impossible to discern the thoughts of the speaker.

"You are my destined disciple. Are you willing to be my only disciple?"

Hearing the word 'only', the sect leader on one side looked nervous:

"Alas! Junior brother! Be careful what you say!"

Yuan Qing raised his hand to indicate that there was no need to say anything more, but kept looking at Su Chanyi.

Su Chanyi looked directly at Yuan Qing, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her eyes were full of determination:

"The journey of cultivation is to go against heaven. Disciples do not believe in destiny. If it is really destined, then disciples can only... change destiny against heaven."

The two sides stalemate.

Su Chanyi glanced around with her peripheral vision, but Wu Mingzi was nowhere to be seen.

How about selling the master?

Su Chanyi gathered her words and was about to speak when she heard a rogue-like voice coming from a distance.

"Oh, I heard that someone robbed my disciple?"