Fix your sister's fairy

Mo Yi looked at the fat man who slowly ascended to the sky and was stunned, he flipped through the list and found that the "Wanfa Gate" that the fat man's first application was rejected was only a slightly higher sect, and it stands to reason that this kind of sect should not have an examiner!

Mo Yi watched the fat man fly into the air and stop next to a Taoist, who nodded with satisfaction after looking at the fat man.

"Is it a private transaction? Mo Yi suddenly realized that the people of the Ten Thousand Methods Gate gave the treasure to Yi Haoran, and Yi Haoran told them the qualifications of the immortal seedlings...... It's a perfect way to make money.

"The life of this immortal cultivator is really colorful, not necessarily any different from us mortals, we are just constantly racking our brains for power and wealth. Mo Luoxue's voice sounded faintly, Mo Yi looked over in surprise, he didn't expect Mo Luoxue to see all this clearly, it seems that Mo Luoxue's IQ is not lower than Mo Yi.

Mo Yi nodded and said, "Human nature, although they are immortal cultivators with supreme mana, but after all, they are still flesh and blood, and people have seven emotions and six desires, and greed is inevitable, after all, people are endless...... Ahh

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi sneezed, he subconsciously touched his empty back with a gloomy face, "It's so cold......"

Mo Luoxue glanced at Mo Yi, pursed her lips and muttered, "Do it yourself." "

Mo Yi was angry and hiccuped, what is self-inflicted, we were injured to protect you! But Mo Yi didn't argue with Mo Luoxue, and there was no good end to quarreling with his sister.

There are more and more people in the crowd who have applied for the Immortal Sect, and even a few people have successfully joined the "Imperial Spirit Sect" and "Sword Pavilion" among the ten major sects!

Mo Yi also saw some tricks, almost every sect of the ten major sects could get Yi Haoran or other examiners, just like the black-robed middle-aged man and a red-robed man in the crowd of immortal cultivators in mid-air. Just from the gathering place and conversation center of the immortal cultivators, Mo Yi could observe how many examiners there were.

At present, Mo Yi has confirmed that the examiners are Mo Chengyang, a middle-aged man in a black robe, and an unknown man in a red robe, as well as Yi Haoran of Changfengmen.

In fact, Mo Yi also doubted whether the facial paralysis Shuaibi was an examiner, but because there was no one close to the facial paralysis Shuaibi, let alone the information on the qualifications of the trading immortals, Mo Yi did not know the true identity of the facial paralysis Shuaibi, that is, Cheng Jingyu.

"I'm applying for a long wind gate!" Suddenly, an arrogant voice sounded.

Mo Yi's ears twitched, and he turned to look over, and there was a handsome-faced, but arrogant man lying on the ground in the crowd.

"Isn't this the prince of Zhao Kingdom?" Mo Yi was stunned, the man was the guy who was stuck at the 500-meter checkpoint on Panyuxian Road, and finally stepped through the checkpoint under Mo Yi's encouragement.

The man's legs were covered with blood, but there were traces of bandaging, and the white cloth on his legs was stained with blood and the smell of medicine.

"Hmm. Mo Yi reactively looked at the pharmacist not far away, and there were obviously a few pieces of fabric missing from the pharmacist's clothes, which seemed to be bandaged by him.

The man looked up at Yi Haoran, his pupils gathered a sharp gaze like a blade, although his legs were useless, the imperial aura on his body had not diminished in the slightest.

Yi Haoran looked at the man on the ground and bowed slightly, he closed his eyes and thought about it for a while and nodded and beckoned, "Welcome." "

The man was obviously relieved, and before he could say thanks, a clear breath lifted him up and flew to Yi Haoran's side.

Yi Haoran glanced at a man's injured legs, he shook his sleeve and dropped out the jade-inlaid cloth bag, he opened the bag and took out a light yellow pill from it.

The man took the pill that Yi Haoran threw away, and he looked at the pill and was ecstatic. He guessed correctly, the legs that had been completely abolished in the eyes of mortals were a problem that could be solved by just a pill in the eyes of immortal cultivators.

"Thank you, senior brother, the disciple's name is Zhao Mad", the man, that is, Zhao Mad, took the pill and swallowed it in his abdomen, and after only a few breaths, he felt that his legs were unbearable. He was sweating profusely, but he couldn't help but scratch, and Yi Haoran on the side couldn't help but nod secretly when he looked at Zhao Mad's perseverance.

"Look at the people, look at you. Mo Luoxue snorted coldly and said to Mo Yi beside him.

Mo Yibai glanced at her, "You have to compare this! I am your brother, not your husband......! The concubine can't do it!"

Mo Luoxue heard Mo Yi's metaphor and ignored Mo Yi again.

Mo Yi scratched his cheeks and felt a little happy in his heart, at least Mo Luoxue would compare him with others now, Mo Luoxue didn't even look at him with a straight eye before.

After a while, the man stood up with the essence of pure air under his feet, he stomped his legs ecstatically, and then clasped his fists with both hands and saluted Yi Haoran, "Thank you senior brother for giving you the elixir!

"You just have to have this heart. Yi Haoran said lightly.

"Yes!"

Not to mention Zhao Mad, one after another, the people on the ground gradually found their future sects, although some people were rejected two or three times, but after all, they could still find a sect to join.

The pharmacist and the great Confucian man also found the sect, and the two of them were like-minded and entered the "Seven Star Pavilion", which ranked seventh among the top ten sects. The person who led them was an old man riding a green ox, and Mo Yi almost thought that the old guy's surname was the old name.

"I apply to join the Martial Heaven Sect!" another familiar voice sounded in Mo Yi.

Mo Yi paused, a funny smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head to look at the black robe in the depths of the crowd, but the black robe was covered with dust and blood...... A man with a blue nose and swollen face.

Mo Luoxue also noticed Mo Yi's gaze, she followed and frowned, "Luo of the Luo family?"

Mo Yi looked sideways at Mo Luoxuedao, "Acquaintance?"

"Not very familiar. Mo Luoxue shook her head, "My servant told me about the great achievements you made him a vegetative person last time. And I was particularly impressed by the fact that you ridiculed that unlucky guy for being "backward" instead of "throat". "

"Then thank you for caring so much about the glorious deeds of being a brother. Mo Yi smiled, and then smiled again, the corners of his mouth were about to tear.