"Something is strange."
Jin Chixiao spoke while looking at Taoist Wuchen.
"Brother Yaoguang, what do you think of this?”
A disciple of a great sect asked the Alkaid Holy Son with a smile.
Hearing this, the Alkaid Saint Son shook his head.
His face was gentle, as if he was very easy to talk to, and he had a faint smile that made people unable to help but feel close to him.
"I don't know either. Senior Wuchen's methods are profound. Perhaps the disciple selection this time will be different from the outside world.”
Many people nodded in agreement.
Of course, some people secretly curled their lips.
"Alright, first, the son of the Stone Nation's king, please enter the hall.”
The middle-aged man interrupted the heated discussion and took out a name list.
This time, the selection of disciples was really wide. There were at least tens of thousands of people. They had already filtered them at the beginning. It could be said that those who could come to the garden were carefully selected. Otherwise, if Old Taoist Wuchen looked at them one by one, he would vomit blood.
However, even so, there were still nearly a thousand people here. There were commoners and prodigies from factions. Most of them were prodigies from factions. In the end, it was not bad for them to be called prodigies.
"Yes."
A young man in blue stepped out of the crowd and walked into the palace.
At this moment, everyone was surprised. The palace door was still open, as if it did not exclude the crowd from watching. This made everyone even more puzzled and curious.
Not far away, there were many figures standing tall.
They were at least middle-aged. These people were the elders who participated in the disciple selection, and there was no lack of famous figures among them.
"It hasn't even started yet, and you're already so surprised. As expected of Daoist Wuchen. I was just about to start looking at the method of choosing disciples.”
A legendary figure stroked his beard and guessed.
And the others were the same. They nodded one after another and looked at the palace expectantly, hoping in their hearts that their disciples would be chosen by Dustless.
Greetings, Senior Dustless."
The blue-clothed youth bowed to the standing Daoist Wuchen.
Old Taoist Wu Chen nodded lightly. Then, he seemed to have sensed something. The faint smile on his face disappeared and was replaced by respect. He turned around and bowed to the back of the palace, speaking respectfully in a low voice.
"Master, you're here."
A white-robed old man appeared. He had white hair and a youthful face. He stood tall and straight, and at a glance, he had an otherworldly and elegant temperament. He did not have any cultivation, and he seemed like an old man next door who did not smile.
This scene was as if someone had cast a time god art. In the blink of an eye, the heated garden instantly fell silent, as if someone had pressed the remote control pause button.
In the next moment, the garden was boiling.
The young man was shocked, and his heart was pounding.
"Senior Wuchen's master? You must be joking!"
Jin Chixiao's face turned solemn, and his jovial expression changed.
The Grand Yan Sage Child Xiang Yifei's expression froze as well. He had guessed many things. The most he had guessed was that the praying mat had some other secrets and could be used to test disciples. He did not expect that all his guesses were wrong!
That futon was simply used to sit people, a person with a terrifying background.
The Alkaid Holy Son's smile disappeared. Even he could not help but be stunned.
Old Taoist Wuchen's master? What kind of existence was that…
Not only were the young people noisy, but even the calm elders in the distance were also not calm. They were even more unbearable than the young people.
"I'm old, and my eyesight isn't good anymore. Brother Zhang, I just saw Taoist Wuchen being respectful to others.”
An old man in a Daoist robe shook his head and said to his companion beside him.
However, his expression soon froze. His companion's wrinkled face was full of wrinkles as he twitched crazily. He was mumbling, completely oblivious to the old man's words.
"What the hell, what the hell? The master of Daoist Wuchen? Could it be that something went wrong with my cultivation recently and that I went berserk?”
When the old man in the Daoist robe saw his old friend's expression, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he looked around. The other legendary elders also had the same expression of disbelief.
It was not that these calm old men were less determined than the young people. On the contrary, they were too experienced, so they had such a clear appearance. Who was Old Taoist Wuchen? He lived for five thousand years and did not die.
Who was the person he was respectfully addressing as his master now?
Not to mention their cultivation, the years they had lived made them uneasy.
"Who is it?!"
After a short moment of uneasiness, all the paragon level experts stared at the screen.
"Could he be deliberately mystifying things?”
At this moment, someone looked at the old man who looked like a mortal without any divine power fluctuations and thought.
In the palace, the blue-robed young man finally regained his senses after a minute of being stunned.
"Greetings, old senior."
He bowed respectfully. His expression was extremely respectful, as if he was paying his respects to an ancestor.
This white-robed old man was naturally Li Fan.
It was changed by the system, and the reason why he was addressed as Master by Old Taoist Wuchen was also because Li Fan asked Wuchen to say so.
"Yes."
Li Fan nodded. His expression was indifferent, and there was a trace of a leisurely attitude. It had to be said that he was somewhat similar to the legendary immortals, and his temperament was similar to Li Fan's.
"Sister Ling 'er, who is that old uncle? He looks a little familiar.”
At the same time, a childish voice sounded from a building in the distance. A little girl was cutely tiptoeing and asked curiously.
This little girl was Little Nan Nan, who Yan Ling 'er had carried out to play. They were sitting in the attic where Old Daoist Wu Chen was originally, looking at the scene in front of them.
Little Nan Nan tilted her small face. She did not know why she felt that the white-clothed old man in the distance was somewhat familiar, or perhaps she felt very close, which made her very curious.
"Ah, it's good that Xiao Bai is here. He might know who this old uncle is.”
In the end, Little Nan Nan really could not remember and muttered innocently.
Yan Ling 'er looked at Little Nan Nan in surprise. She was the only one who knew that the old man was Li Fan in disguise. She did not expect Little Nan Nan to actually be able to sense it, causing her to be greatly surprised!
"Heh, deliberately mystifying. I don't think this is a master at all!”
At this moment, a strange sound rang out. The content of the sound made everyone's expression change.
Everyone scanned the surroundings, but they could not find the person who spoke at all. Clearly, someone had deliberately come to cause trouble and used a special magic treasure to hide their perception.
"Puff!"
A muffled groan rang out, and the arm of someone in the crowd in the distance instantly exploded…
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