"Sector! Shenfeng Pavilion, Tianhe Sect and the head of the Eight Banners Sect bring great gifts to ask for a visit!"

Suddenly, a disciple came to report quickly.

His tone was excited and his spirits flew.

Come and see you with a great gift?

Many disciples were greatly surprised.

Although Shenfeng Pavilion and Tianhe Sect are also Nine-Rank Sects, their strength is still above their sects. This time the master’s disciple collection ceremony did not come. Today, he actually received a heavy gift with the head of the Eight Banners Sect for a visit. This is extraordinary!

This makes all disciples feel proud.

No wonder this disciple's tone was so excited just now. Their Qingyun Sword Sect is now very different!

Wuji grinned and said, "Let them meet in the palace, and I will go after the work."

Hehe, the two old men from Shenfeng Pavilion and Tianhe Sect are above the top and look down on him. They are not looking down on him in Qingyun Sword Sect. Are you coming here happily now?

Let them hang first and kill their majesty.

He really admired his good disciple who died of death. He was smart and genius. It seemed that he would be the boss of the hand!

Wujizi thought happily, while explaining what he wanted to say.

"I am ugly in front of you. I am willing to be my inner disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect. I will stay here today. The second and third elders will teach you Qingyun Sword Skills tomorrow. If you have two intentions and want to go to other sects, you can leave first today. Otherwise, you will make a vow that the sect will be bombarded by thunder!"

"Sect Master, I won't leave!"

"I won't leave either!"

"I'm willing to stay in the sect forever!"

All the disciples said in unison.

What they were most afraid of was that after the sect was strong, they would be abandoned by the sect, because after all, the Qingyun Sword Sect is a nine-rate sect, and the biggest reason they could choose here was because their own qualifications were not high, and those with high qualifications had already gone to the sect.

This is a fact. They are afraid that the sects will dislike their poor qualifications and will instead cultivate new good seedlings. In this way, they have no advantage at all.

But the words of the head of the sect were like giving them a shot of cardiotonics, so that they would no longer be worried.

They can become inner disciples and learn the famous god-level martial arts Qingyun Sword Technique thousands of years ago. They are so happy that they are even more unlikely to leave such a good sect.

So what if they make an oath? They will not betray the sect at all, so they are not afraid of God's punishment!

Wujizi felt that he had been staying around over the years, and there were not many disciples who were willing to stay in the sect for a long time. Today's scene truly objectively shows the differences between the sect.

And all this was brought by his apprentice.

This is her glory.

One day in the future, when she needs a sect, everyone will stand behind her without hesitation.

He inspires: "After the sect competition, our Qingyun Sword Sect will recruit disciples. During this period, you have to work hard and be careful that your junior brothers who come late will compete you!"

"yes!"

All the disciples were in high spirits.

Wujizi nodded with relief.

He looked at Mu Wushuang:

"Disciple, let's go and meet those old men."

He also wanted to see how his disciple handled this matter.

"Junior Brother Cang, come here too."

Mu Wushuang is in the same way as Cangyang Road.

She said, "Master, I will only deal with this kind of thing this time. Next time, it will be solved by you and Junior Brother Cang."

"Ah?" Wujizi cried with a sad face: "A teacher has always been kind to others, and has never done anything to threaten others. A teacher can't do it!"

"Sister Sister, I will help the leader deal with these trivial matters. You can practice and refine elixirs with peace of mind." Cangyang's heroic face showed a shallow smile and said to her.

Wujizi was still thinking about being a hand-off manager, but he didn't expect Cangyang to take over so soon. However, Cangyang was right. His disciple had good qualifications because he practiced more and refined more elixirs, so he would handle these trivial matters by himself.

"Mom is also very kind!" Xiao Xuanxi didn't understand what the adults said, but after hearing a rough answer, he immediately refuted the head grandfather.

"Yes, yes, Xixi is right. Come on, Grandpa, the head of the sect, will ride a horse for you!"

Wujizi carried Xiao Xuanxi over with a doting look on his face and placed it on his neck. Xiao Xuanxi grabbed his Taoist hairstyle and shouted "driver" in his mouth.

The head of a sect was ridden by horses, and the disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect had long been used to it.

When he was about to arrive at the reception hall, Mu Wushuang asked the little flower demon bell to take him back.

Xiao Xuanxi knew that the adults were going to talk about things, so he followed the little flower demon back well. However, after leaving his mother's sight, he called his good friend Dabai and rode the rabbit to the sword tomb to play.

"Xiao Xuanxi, hurry up, be careful!" the little flower demon chased after him.

In the reception hall, the leader Wu of Shenfeng Pavilion, Liu of Tianhe Sect and Zhou of Eight Banners have been waiting for almost two incense sticks.

The faces of the leader Wu and Liu were unpredictable. Only the leader Zhou of the Eight Banners Sect had a smile on his face, and he was obviously a versatile person.

"Oh, this leader is full of trivial matters, which has made the three of you wait for a long time."

Wujizi smiled so hard that he was very beating and walked in slowly.

"There is no master who has a lot of things to do every day, so we won't be in trouble later!" said Zhou, the leader of the Eight Banners Sect with a smile.

Chief Liu and Chief Wu also nodded slightly.

"The two sects are very busy. I don't have time to come to the ceremony of taking disciples. Why are you here today?"

Wujizi asked knowingly.

Wu and Liu both looked a little bad. If the Qingyun Sword Sect’s sword tomb had not suddenly come alive and the Qingyun Sword Sect’s style of conduct had also changed drastically, how could they come here?

The two of the sects are the favorites to win the championship this time, focusing on promotion to the eighth-rate sect. In the future, they will become eighth-rate sects. Who cares about the trivial matters of the nine-rate sect?

So they received an invitation from Wujizi, but none of them came over.

Master Wu from Shenfeng Pavilion coughed lightly:

"No leader, we are here this time, and you are not going to bend. Your Qingyun Sword Sect has annexed the Dragon Claw Sect and its strength has been enhanced. However, your foundation is here, and it is impossible to become fat in one breath. Let's advise you to focus on the current sect competition and not to make any other sects any more."

"Oh."

As soon as Mu Wushuang came in, she sat on the chair and peeled the orange peel. When she heard what Mr. Wu said, she sneered.

Master Wu frowned and said to Wuji with an unexpected expression: "President Wu, your disciples are too unruly. How can she get the elders to speak?"

Wujizi's face turned cold: "Wushuang is my apprentice and the successor of the head. What do you mean is that she doesn't even have the say?"

Master Zhou quickly smoothed out: "That's not what Master Wu means, don't get it wrong."

Mu Wushuang stood up leisurely, with his lips slightly raised: "Master, look, Master Wu doesn't seem to have figured out their situation yet."

"What do you mean?" Master Wu slapped the table hard.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, a pitch-black whip appeared through the air and tied up the leader Wu. He was a leader of the Spiritual Lord Realm, and he had no room for resistance and could not move!
Chapter completed!