Chen Shan has not yet practiced formally, so he naturally doesn't know that he is not a Wudou team at all. He only thought Wushuang was angry and embarrassed, and then slapped him.

He vomited away the broken teeth in his mouth and covered his face and got up from the ground. The childish boy's face showed a cruel intention:

"Sister Wushuang, I am a disciple of Fanyue Palace now. Why do you hit me? What qualifications do you have to hit me?"

If he hadn't taken Luo Hong as his teacher, then he would have beaten up after Wushuang and he had nowhere to ask for someone to make a decision. But now it's different. He is Luo Hong's newly accepted disciple just now. Luo Hong would never let him be beaten for nothing. Otherwise, where would Luo Hong, as the head of the fifth-rate sect, put his face?

"Which eye did you see that I hit you?"

Mu Wushuang curled his lips lightly, raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and glanced at Chen Shan casually.

Chen Shan was frightened by her eyes. It was obviously just an ordinary glance, but he felt like his soul was suppressed.

"Everyone saw it!" Seeing that she wanted to argue, Chen Shan hurriedly said loudly: "You slapped me and slapped me in the face. Everyone here saw it!"

He didn't notice that the face of the master he had just recognized was already ugly.

"Yeah?"

Mu Wushuang raised his eyebrows and glanced at everyone: "Who saw it?"

Everyone shook their heads: "I didn't see it!"

She looked at the head of the Fanyue Palace again jokingly: "Can you see the head of the Fanyue Palace?"

Old Luo Hong's face turned pale, and he said coldly: "Pretending to be a god, although it was not your own hit Chen Shan, but it was your order, and it was the same as you!"

"Do you have evidence? Can you call out the person who beat him to confront me? If you can't, just get away and don't block our sect from taking disciples."

Mu Wushuang said coldly with a sharp look.

"Damn girl!" Luo Hong was furious, but in full view of everyone, he could not do anything to her!

"Come here." Mu Wushuang ignored Luo Hong's anger and Chen Shan's surprise, and said to the thin black boy with a soft tone.

Chen Shan immediately glared at him fiercely: "If you dare to go there, I will sell your whole family to the mine!"

But the thin black boy did not look at him, but looked up at Mu Wushuang and walked slowly towards her, with steady steps without hesitation.

Mu Wushuang asked him: "Are you willing to join the Qingyun Sword Sect?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, and he asked, "I haven't even tested my spiritual roots, so let me join your sect?"

Mu Wushuang only smiled and replied: "The golden scales are not something in the pond. They turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds."

The boy's face was even more surprised, and there were complex emotions such as excitement, tension, and lack of confidence.

At this time, Chen Shan laughed:

"He is Jinlin? Hahaha! Big teeth are about to laugh! A slave wants to soar into the sky? He is the life of being a slave for the rest of his life!"

Mu Wushuang looked at him like a fool, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He turned to look at the thin black boy, "You should be more confident. Since that's the case, you can test your spiritual roots."

"I……"

The boy who was still young and rubbed his hands and swallowed nervously, not daring to step forward.

After he could measure the quality of the spiritual roots at the age of twelve, he wanted to measure the spiritual roots countless times, but he did not have the spirit stones. All the spirit stones he had secretly earned were saved up and handed them over to his parents when he went out early this morning.

Now the crystal ball of the spiritual root measurement is right in front of him, he wants to retreat a little.

"For it, big brother, my mother never lies, you must be very awesome!" Xiao Xuanxi pushed the crystal ball from the table and pushed it in front of the thin black brother.

The boy subconsciously looked up at Mu Wushuang, and she nodded at him with a faint smile.

He made up his mind and slowly reached out his hand.

"Ha, overestimate one's own ability! A slave dares to imagine..."

"Swish!"

Suddenly, a huge golden light burst out from the crystal ball, making people unable to open their eyes in broad daylight!

"Metallic single spiritual root! It is a Tian Ling root!!"

"Oh My God!"

"Tian Ling Roots!!"

"He turned out to be the root of the heavenly spirit!"

The people around him made a sound of inhaling, shocked and unbelievable.

When I looked at the inconspicuous black and thin boy, my eyes were no longer disdainful, but rather hot.

Who would have thought that such a young boy would be a heavenly spiritual root that is endless?

Chen Shan's voice stuck in his throat, stunned.

At this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded on the huge golden light!

"Hold the grass!"

"Can't it..."

Countless people were shocked and the whole street was silent!

"Mutual Spirit Root!"

An excited voice broke the shock of everyone.

Wuji laughed: "Okay, okay! It turns out to be a mutated spiritual root with the Golden Thunder attribute! It is higher than the cultivation qualification of the Tianling Spirit Root! It is several times faster than the cultivation speed of the Double Spirit Root! What a genius! As expected, it is my disciple's words, "How can a golden scale be an object in the pool?" Hahaha!"

Wujizi felt very happy. His disciple's eyes were so cruel!

The boy was surprised and looked at the crystal ball, at a loss.

Is he really a mutated spiritual root with the Golden Thunder attribute? Is he really a genius?

The mutated spiritual root, a genius qualification that even the first-class sects and four super families compete for first and then, is he really a slave who is not full or warm in food?

He looked up at the woman who made him muster up the courage. She had a beautiful appearance and a cold temperament. She was the kind of person he had looked up to for the rest of his life.

"My name is Pu Yi, I want to join your sect!"

He suddenly said to her loudly.

"Slow down!"

Luo Hong stood up.

Wujizi frowned: "Luo Hong, do you still want to steal our disciples?"

Luo Hong had no time to pay attention to Wujizi. He looked at the young man Pu Yi with his eyes glowing, and said excitedly:

"If you join my sect, I will let you be the successor of the leader and give you the best resources for the entire sect. Our sect is a fifth-rate sect, which is several times better than the Qingyun Sword Sect. It is guaranteed that you can have the spiritual king realm cultivation within ten years!"

Chen Shan clenched his fist and clenched his teeth, but the teeth were broken. When he bit, his face turned distorted.

Pu Yi is just a slave in his family. He is actually a mutated spiritual root that is rare in the entire continent. How can he not be jealous? His master even said that he should treat Pu Yi as the future leader to train him, which is obviously his due treatment!

When he heard Luo Hong use the same trick again to steal people, Wujizi and others wanted to go up and bit Luo Hong a few times to vent their hatred.

Only Mu Wushuang's expression was faint, and he didn't even give Luo Hong a glance.

She seemed not worried at all that her mind was shaken, Pu Yi thought in her heart.

Although Luo Hong had better conditions, he still refused Luo Hong without hesitation: "I will not join the Fanyue Palace, I will only join the Qingyun Sword Sect."

Even if he could go to a higher and farther place, he just wanted to follow this cold and calm senior sister. She seemed to have a kind of power to calm people's hearts, making him extremely calm.

Wujizi and others breathed a sigh of relief and showed joy on their faces.

Luo Hong's face darkened. He didn't want to eat the toast, so he had to be tough!

He snorted coldly:

"You are a slave of Chen Shan's family, and you are in the Chen family. Haha, I'm afraid your stay or not can't be as your wish."
Chapter completed!