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The overall impression given by this Holy Soul Master is that he should be a handsome and sturdy middle-aged man.

Many onlookers only dared to look up and take a glance, then immediately lowered their heads.

More people did not even dare to look up, nor did they dare to release their divine thoughts. Under the powerful pressure of the Holy Soul Master, they dared not move at all and were nervous.

Several big figures in the core of Yue'an also showed respect, but they knew more. They sent out thoughts and introduced:

"Master Qingyang is one of the top three Holy Soul Masters! It is an honor for everyone to come here to accept disciples today!"

No one dared to speak among the onlookers around, but their faces showed shock and surprise.

Qingyang is actually ranked in the top three among the Holy Soul Masters?

How powerful must his strength be!

At the same time, the envy in their eyes became more and more intense, and they almost beat their chests and stamped their feet.

What a good opportunity, a step to heaven.

Unfortunately, it belongs to someone else.

Qingyang slowly released his thoughts, and asked in a steady and calm voice:

"How many people have been selected this time? Let me see."

Hearing this, the three people who laughed last, Li Poxiao, Shui Qinglan and Lin Fanxing, hesitated for a moment, and all flew forward: "Meet Lord Saint Soul."

They looked calm, but their hearts were full of turmoil, and they didn't dare to look at Qingyang at all.

When approaching him, they felt like they were approaching some extremely powerful and terrifying creature, and the pressure made them almost breathless.

Qingyang glanced at the three of them, and although his eyes were not clear, they were extremely sharp.

In just a moment, the three geniuses were awed in their hearts, and a chill rose from the soles of their feet, as if they were completely seen through by him and had no place to hide...

Li Poxiao pursed his thin lips tightly, and the muscles around his body were slightly tense.

Shui Qinglan's beautiful face turned slightly pale, and she tried her best to remain calm.

Lin Fanxing was expressionless as always, with her eyes slightly downcast, perhaps a little expressionless.

Qingyang glanced at them and didn't comment on them. Instead, he asked, "Only three?"

His tone was extremely flat, and there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in it.

The core members of Yue'an looked at each other and didn't dare to hide anything. They hurriedly said:

"Sir, there were originally four people... but one of them was weak-willed and timid. He didn't have the courage to participate and withdrew on his own."

Another person also said, "Yes, he doesn't have such a blessing!"

They directed everything towards Su Yunfei's cowardice and inferiority.

They must not reveal any disdain for becoming a disciple, otherwise, even they themselves might be in trouble.

Qingyang listened and snorted slightly.

Obviously, from the descriptions of everyone, he no longer had a good impression of the person who withdrew.

He didn't even have the courage to try, so he was indeed not worthy of being his disciple.

Qingyang's cold snort made many people tremble in their hearts, feel a tremor, and feel extremely scared.

Several people in the core of Yue'an immediately flattered him, saying:

"Sir, you are so heroic and extraordinary, not everyone is qualified to be your disciple!"

Among the people from many star fields around, there are also brave old foxes who praise him:

"It is a blessing in this life to be able to see the supreme grace of Lord Shenghun today!"

Some people also sent out their thoughts and followed suit.

The scene was quite lively for a while.

Qingyang glanced at these people and chuckled with an ambiguous meaning.

Invisible ripples spread out, exuding a powerful pressure.

Su Yunfei's clone looked out through the porthole in the spacecraft and frowned secretly.

Tian Mengxue was the same, with her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, and her smart black eyes showed a hint of confusion, and she looked at Su Yunfei.

On the main body side.

Su Yunfei asked in confusion:

"It feels a bit strange, I can't explain it... We are both Saint Soul Masters, but Uncle Ye doesn't give me the same feeling."

But this strange feeling is very faint, and he is trying to capture it and find its root.

Su Yunfei closed his eyes and tried to recall the time when he met Ye Wuqiong.

The other party's holy aura was very natural, as comfortable as a spring breeze.

In contrast, Qingyang's aura was a bit sharp, as if he was deliberately establishing his authority in front of everyone.

Tian Mengxue has never seen Ye Wuqiong, but she has seen Ye Wujin.

Ye Wujin is both an elder and a friend.

She also frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable or disliked the style of this Saint Soul Master in front of people.

For example, when a teacher is giving a lecture, one teacher asks if you understand, and another teacher asks if I have explained it clearly, giving people completely different feelings.

Tian Mengxue whispered: "Maybe I am too harsh?It is a Saint Soul, but it is normal to have different personal styles..."

Su Yunfei pondered for a moment and said:

"The distance is too far, the sense is not particularly clear, I want to get closer..."

Tian Mengxue said: "Brother Yun, be careful."

Su Yunfei's clone changed its appearance and looked younger, like a 13 or 14-year-old boy.

Then the clone teleported away, lowered his body, and squeezed directly into the crowd.

This time, the distance between him and Qingyang was greatly shortened, and he felt the powerful pressure more directly.

At this time, Qingyang was talking to the three Tianjiaos to understand their specific situation.

Su Yunfei held his breath and concentrated his mind, carefully sensing. His eyes and thoughts were mixed with the crowd and did not stand out.

After a sense, Su Yunfei frowned again.

Inside the Chaofan.

His original body told Tian Mengxue:

"There is indeed a strange feeling! Occasionally, a hint of coldness will appear on him! But it is very slight, and you can't feel it if you don't pay attention. "

Tian Mengxue thought about it for a while and nodded:

"It is true, there is a strange aura..."

"It's a pity that I really can't tell if there is a problem with his luck..."

The realm gap is too big to tell. The Holy Soul must be beyond the universe level.

Su Yunfei comforted: "He is the top existence in the universe. Even if there is something abnormal, it is difficult for us to find out. It is already very good to be able to feel it."

Because he has been in contact with Ye Wujiu, by comparison, it can be confirmed that Qingyang does have a cold aura, which is covered by the holy aura!

There are so many people present, and perhaps some people have noticed the strange feeling, but they have not seen other Holy Souls before, so they will not think too much...

But Su Yunfei feels that there is something strange, which is a big problem.

Su Yunfei and Tian Mengxue looked at each other, both feeling a little overwhelmed.

Su Yunfei shook his head and said:

"Fortunately, I left a long time ago. Anyway, I really don't get along with him. "

Tian Mengxue frowned silently.

She couldn't understand why a Saint Soul, whose soul shines brighter than the sun, would have a cold aura?