Ms. High Risk Occupation

"Next, Xu Xuan."

Venerable Linghui sketched twice on the booklet, raised his eyes and scanned the bustling crowd.

The square was still noisy, but no one came out, and no one raised their hands to answer.

"Xu Xuan?"

Venerable Linghui raised his voice and called again, but still no one answered.

He frowned slightly, and used his spiritual power to ensure that the voice could be heard by everyone in the square, "Little friend Xu Xuan, are you here to participate in climbing the immortal gate?"

"..."

Still no one answered.

Venerable Linghui stretched out his hand and drew a few strokes on the pamphlet, "Little friend Xu Xuan abstains."

"Next, Song Xiaoyao."

The square, which was still very quiet just now, suddenly became lively again.

"Song Xiaoyao? If I remember correctly, the only one in Zhongzhou who dares to call him this name is that freak?"

"Is that Song Xiaoyao who ventured into the Nether Sea alone three months ago?"

"That Song Xiaoyao who turned the Nether Sea upside down? My God! Does a god like him still need to compete with us for a place in the fairy gate?"

"It should be him, You Minghai directly wanted him, who would dare to call him by that name?"

"It's such a long life. The first person to climb the fairy gate is an earth-level spiritual root, and the second one to climb the fairy gate became famous at a young age. Why are there so many talents this year?"

"Hey, what are you squeezing!"

"The name is Song Xiaoyao, did you hear it wrong? You look like a little chicken, how could you be Song Xiaoyao?"

The young man in linen clothes who had just stepped out of the crowd raised his eyes coldly, glanced at the speaker through the black veiled hat, then got up straight and landed on the test platform.

"He...is he really Song Xiaoyao?"

"hiss--"

In an instant, the test spirit stone emitted a burst of white light that was even more dazzling than before, and a large "earth" character appeared above the spirit stone.

"Song Xiaoyao, an earth-level spiritual root."

Venerable Linghui nodded, raised his hand and drew two strokes on the booklet.

He nodded to Song Xiaoyao, and said softly, "My little friend, which venerable do you want to worship?"

Song Xiaoyao?

Isn't this an important supporting actor who only appeared in the later stage of the original book?

Ning Zhao suddenly widened his eyes and looked up at the testing platform.

This supporting actor is only now on stage, and she still doesn't know what he looks like!

The man on the testing platform was wearing a linen shirt and a gauze black veiled cap. He looked extremely thin. His whole body was covered in thick cloth, and there seemed to be only a thin layer of flesh attached to his bones. A gust of wind could knock him down.

"Hey... what's that on his face?"

"Why is there such a big scar?"

Ning Zhao's eyes wandered to Song Xiaoyao's face, and the wind lifted his veil.

Only then did she realize that Song Xiaoyao's face had a different complexion from other body parts.

His exposed wrists are extremely white, a kind of whiteness that has just been dug out of the earth after three days and three nights. His neck exposed in the veiled cap is also extremely white, only the skin on his face and Other places have different colors and look very abrupt and strange.

There was a purple-red scar on his face, maybe it was burnt by the fire, maybe it was a rash, the whole scar almost covered the whole face, and he looked a little panicked.

"looks good?"

"what?"

Hearing Chu Yu's resentful tone beside her, Ning Zhao finally came to her senses. She looked sideways, and the young man's expression was aggrieved, and a pair of dark eyes stared at her unblinkingly, with some water in them.

"Is he prettier or am I prettier?"

Chu Yu asked this question almost subconsciously. He didn't notice Song Xiaoyao's veil that was lifted by the wind just now, nor did he notice his strange complexion. He just thought that Ning Zhao was fascinated by him.

Ning Zhao blinked twice, and finally came to his senses.

Did she hear correctly? I asked her just now, who is more beautiful?

Why is it so like "Which one is more beautiful, Xu Gong or me?"

This is... jealous?
Chu Yu thought about what Qiankun told him a few days ago, what the chasing girl said, lowered his eyes like a model, and pretended to be wronged: "Is he so good-looking, so that I can see Xiaohe obsessed with his face and can't help it?" Extricate yourself, are you not even willing to talk to me now?"

"I knew that I couldn't compare to anyone, and no one would like me forever..."

Xiaowogua: Hehe, little green tea, watch the sword!
Ning Zhao:? ? ?
Okay, this is really jealous.

She swears, she just looked at it curiously just now, she is a big girl from a good family!
Ning Zhao gently tugged at Chu Yu's sleeve, "I didn't..."

"I just glanced at him curiously. If you say that, then look at Junior Sister Yin, am I going to be jealous and angry, because of you and Junior Sister Yin?"

Unexpectedly, Chu Yu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I listen to Xiao He, and don't look at Junior Sister Yin."

Ning Zhao: ...

Cub, my cub, is the point of our point whether to look at Junior Sister Yin?
The point here is... jealousy.

"Under your door."

A hoarse voice brought Ning Zhao's thoughts back on track.

Song Xiaoyao was still standing on the testing platform.

Ning Zhao stood on tiptoe and looked around, only to see Song Xiaoyao who was holding a tattered bamboo pole in his arms in a very arrogant posture. Judging from what he meant, it seemed that he wanted to worship Venerable Linghui?
"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

The major sect leaders sitting on the high platform hesitated for a moment, but Venerable Lingyue coughed lightly to explain to Venerable Linghui.

"Song Xiaoyou, Venerable Linghui does not accept disciples."

"You look at the other venerables again?"

Song Xiaoyao turned sideways slightly, and did not pay attention to Venerable Lingyue, but looked at the gray-haired Venerable Linghui through the veil, and asked coldly, "Why?"

Venerable Linghui stroked his long beard, sighed softly, and said with a smile: "There are not many disciples, but there are two disciples, Ah Zhao and Xiao Yu, which are enough."

"But, didn't your big disciple die three years ago?"

Song Xiaoyao shook his head in confusion, and the voice came out from the veiled hat, "That little disciple of yours injured his fellow disciple and was expelled from the Spirit Sword Sect."

"Do you think that I don't have a heavenly root and I don't have enough talent, so you don't want to accept me as an apprentice?"

He tapped the ground with a bamboo pole, ignoring the melon-eating expressions of the major sect masters and Venerable Lingyue's increasingly stiff expression, and continued: "My ability is no worse than that of a heavenly spiritual root cultivator. Said, two of your disciples were No. 1 of Dengxianmen, and I can be too."

"Among the venerables present, I only see you as a master."

Ning Zhao and Chu Yu who were Q'ed just now: ...

Venerable Lingyue whose complexion is getting more and more livid: ...

Eating melons and watching operas was inexplicably Q's other head: ...

This buddy, he speaks so strangely, he feels like his brainstem has been pumped out.

Is this...alternative language art?
Venerable Lingyue coughed twice, and rounded up Song Xiaoyao's words, "Although Ah Zhao died in an accident, she is still my disciple. Xiao Yu was not expelled from the school, he just traveled down the mountain."

"Song Xiaoyou, in my opinion, with your strength, you don't need to go to the fairy gate again. We old guys have nothing to teach you."

Song Xiaoyao nodded and agreed, "I thought about it carefully, and you are right."