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"Master!"

Romodo was a little excited when he saw his master, Master Linghan, whom he hadn't seen for nearly a hundred years.

Master Linghan slowly opened his eyes, "You ran around everywhere, you got hurt this time, right?"

Feeling the weakness of Romodo's flesh and blood, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

"Master, I was just accidentally deceived by the evil Buddha. If we really fight, that guy will only run away..."

"Fuck..." Master Linghan took back his lies, took a deep breath, and slapped Romodo to the ground.

"You have been taught a lesson, but you are still so arrogant. You haven't made any progress in these hundred years!"

Romodo lowered his head and stood up, kneeling in front of Master Linghan, not daring to say a word.

There was no way that the master really hit him, and the previous blow almost broke his body.

"Master, I have done a lot in the past hundred years. I brought back a junior brother.

This junior brother is extremely talented and has a great talent in physical training. He can fight against the evil Buddha with the strength of not entering the realm."

When Luo Moduo mentioned Zhang Yang, his face was full of excitement. He wanted to bring Zhang Yang to the master immediately.

So that the master would not give him another "love caress".

"Oh? To be praised by you so much, it seems that this person must have something extraordinary. Where is he now?"

Master Linghan asked softly after his attention was diverted.

Luo Moduo hurriedly said: "Look, the sect is recruiting outer disciples. I asked him to register first."

Master Linghan nodded slightly, "Then... bring him here after he passes the sect's assessment."

Luo Moduo's face changed slightly. He originally wanted the master to take Zhang Yang directly to his seat.

But the master said so. He was a little unwilling.

"Master, my junior brother Zhang Yang is really a monster, otherwise you would have accepted him directly?"

Master Linghan slowly closed his eyes.

Luo Moduo knew that this was because Master was angry with him, and then implicated Zhang Yang.

According to Master's temper, Zhang Yang might really have to go through the same experience as an ordinary disciple before he could be recognized by him.

Luo Moduo stammered and wanted to say something, but he never said it.

"Master, I'll take my leave."

"Hmm!"

Master Linghan didn't even open his eyes, and a dull sound came from his nose.

Luo Moduo walked out of the Linghan Hall helplessly, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Hey... what happened!"

......

Zhang Yang was looking at the Medicine King Stele. The first layer on it was obviously the direct disciples, but the direct disciples part was directly blurred and could not be seen clearly at all.

There were only the columns of inner and outer disciples, with densely packed names written on them.

The inner disciples are: Qiu Wan, Feng Xia, Fu Su, Ling Fengdu, Ge Rilang, Qi Feng, Ye Xue, Zhao Wen, Qing Bing, Kong Ru Hai...

The outer disciples are: Lu Yuan, Ba She, Liu Tai...

"Are you related to Naramod?"

A voice came from behind, interrupting Zhang Yang's thoughts.

He frowned and looked back to see a young man standing not far away, looking at him with some unkindness.

The man was not very old, about the same age as him, in his twenties.

Although he was wearing a simple blue shirt, there was a flash of light on the blue shirt from time to time, which was a robe.

Although his appearance could not be compared with his, he was also quite decent, but his deep eye sockets carried a gloomy aura in his bones, which destroyed his temperament.

Zhang Yang just glanced at him coldly and ignored him.

Seeing Zhang Yang didn't speak, the man's eyes flashed with annoyance, "My name is Ye Haohong, don't look at the Medicine King Monument.

The sunset supports the sun, the wind and snow illuminate the clear sky.

How can you covet these?"

Ye Haohong laughed with a hint of arrogance in his tone.

'The sunset supports the sun, the wind and snow illuminate the clear sky! '

Zhang Yang heard the name on the Medicine King Monument and knew that it was the top ten inner disciples.

"Oh... I can't covet it, can you covet it? Isn't this brother too domineering?"

He won't indulge the other party.

He didn't cause any trouble, but this man jumped out to seek a sense of existence. He really thought he was the protagonist in the novel.

Others bow down to you when they see you, deep well ice!

"You...!"

Ye Haohong was speechless when he heard Zhang Yang's words.

At this time, the friction between the two has attracted the attention of the anonymous disciples around them, who are standing in groups of three or two, crossing their arms and watching a show.

"Hey...dogs bite each other and both get hurt!"

"Hehe...they are all related, it's better for both sides to lose!"

"Damn, I hate these related people the most, they always have priority in everything."

"That's right, it is said that pool No. 8 is the best, and it even has a bonus effect on sublimation of physique. Of course, the first to enter pool No. 8 will gain the most."

"Who said it's not, alas...poor us who are so poor that we can only get a pool with three digits."

"Fight, it's so slow..."

"..."

The crowd was talking, Zhang Yang moved his ears slightly, and learned some information from their conversation.

'Physical sublimation? Pool No. 8?'

"Hehe... You can't covet it, and we don't need to covet it, because there is a surnamed Ye among the ten inner gates!"

The laughter came from far away and directly appeared beside Ye Haohong.

Zhang Yang's pupils shrank slightly. This person gave him the feeling of Ramado, and his realm was higher than his!

Ye Haohong smiled immediately when he saw the man, "Brother, you are here!"

"Hehe... What if I didn't come? What kind of cats and dogs dare to mock us surnamed Ye?"

The man patted Ye Haohong on the shoulder, "Pool No. 8? Follow me! "

After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Yang coldly, with a hint of teasing on his lips.

Zhang Yang frowned slightly, not knowing why he always felt that the two people were being deliberate.

It was as if they were deliberately picking on him, and he was also in Pool No. 8.

Just now, I heard those people say that the first person to enter Pool No. 8 has the greatest blessing.

"Oh... who did I think it was? Isn't this Ye Shan, Ye Xue's distant relative?

What? Are you showing off to me?"

"Bang~"

Ramudao fell heavily beside Zhang Yang, just blocking the way of the two brothers of the Ye family.

"Ramudao!"

Ye Shan saw the majestic figure of Ramudao, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Hey... did you really think that the Medicine King Hall was opened by your Ye family?"

Hearing Ramudao say this, the two brothers of the Ye family were horrified, "Ramudao, you can't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth, who said that? "

Are you kidding me? What kind of place is Medicine King Hall?

Although the Ye family has ancestors from Medicine King Hall, they dare not accept this big hat.

If someone with ulterior motives hears it, they will expel the Ye family in a minute.

"Hmph..."

Romodo picked his nose and flicked it directly.

Ye Shan hid aside in disgust. With this one action, he inadvertently lost his momentum.

"Tsk... Isn't it relying on Ye Xue?

What? Bullying us who have no one in the top ten?

Do you want me to send a message to Senior Brother Ling, and you also let Ye Xue come?"

Romodo looked at Ye Shan with a smile.

Ye Shan's face became even uglier. Ye Xue was focused on cultivation and would not care about the trivial matters of distant relatives like himself.

He was just pretending to be powerful!

But Romodo was not like that. He could really call Ling Fengdu from the top ten.

Romodo looked at the two brothers of the Ye family with contempt, and said to Zhang Yang with a smile: "Junior brother, let's go.

Come with me, let's go to Pool No. 8!"

Zhang Yang shrugged, not even looking at the two Ye brothers, and walked towards Pool No. 8 side by side with Luo Moduo...