The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

"Why, it has nothing to do with you." Senior Sister Tsing Yi had a bit of "hate iron but not steel", "Your master only has you and Jing Yao in his name, this time he must recruit another disciple, you will soon become a senior brother How can people not check it out."

"My master is recruiting disciples, not teachers' wives, so why do you need me to check it out?" Boss Bai Lin complained reluctantly, but still followed her senior sister to the front door.

Outside the front gate was already a sea of ​​people, people from all walks of life who wanted to join the Yushanmen gathered here. The disciples from all peaks inside the gate were busy, and Jing Yao stood in the middle and directed the crowd. The one with the highest cultivation, everyone is naturally convinced by him.

"Jing Yao, I brought my junior brother here, remember what you promised me earlier." The senior sister seemed to have no interest in Jing Yao at first sight, otherwise how could she be so careless, Bai Lin rubbed her sore shoulder , secretly complaining.

"Naturally." Jing Yao looked sideways slightly, clasped Bai Lin's wrist and pulled her to his side, and said softly, "Here, stand still."

"But recruiting new disciples has nothing to do with me." Bai Lin continued to complain secretly.

"Hey, I'll take you down the mountain when this time is over." His hand caressed Bai Lin's back, and there was still a tingling sensation through the spine of his clothes. Bai Lin struggled impatiently, looked at the scene again Yao still looked calm and breezy.

The angry Bai Lin gritted his teeth, wishing to push him to the ground in front of everyone, and see who is more ashamed!

"Don't make trouble." Jing Yao softly comforted the people around him.

As the number of people grew, Bai Lin was puzzled and asked, "Can that one over there also be a beginner?"

Looking in the direction he pointed, there was a tall and thick man standing there, with horizontal lines all over his face, he could tell he was not young. In Bai Lin's mind, since he was recruiting new recruits, he must be trained from an early age.

"The Patriarch has stipulated that anyone who is capable can join the Yushan Gate regardless of their age." Jing Yao's face did not change at all, when other disciples called him from a distance, he confessed a few more words and then left in a hurry.

Amidst the bursts of noise, following a few cracking sounds, the current head Master Qingyi slowly stepped forward, followed by a group of elders, and the noisy crowd just now became completely silent in an instant.

The door master looked at the people holding their voices and holding their breath with satisfaction, first he talked nonsense for a while, and then waved his hand, a rain of thousands of petals fell from the air in an instant, and fell on everyone's shoulders one after another.

"It is rumored that the Yushan Gate is very particular, and now it is true." A touch of vermilion broke into his eyes, Bai Lin looked sideways, and saw that Zhang Rui was wearing a vermilion dress today, his black hair was tied behind his head with a red ribbon, and he was holding a sword in his hand. Folding fan with a handle, like a romantic boy.

"Today's clothes are pretty good." Bai Lin praised sincerely. He heard that the Feng clan is the best dressed and the most particular about appearance, and now it is really so.

"Thank you, Xiao Bailin." In contrast to his flamboyant attire, his reserved smile, Zhang Rui waved his folding fan, and the fan spread out, "Let's go, let's watch the excitement."

Bai Lin only felt his waist tighten, his feet were empty, and he was carried up into the air by someone. He didn't want to see the scene outside the mountain gate reflected in the sky after landing for a long time.

To enter the Yushan Gate, one needs to pass three tests, and these three tests are complex and extremely test of human nature.