Although the ten major sects are strong and weak, they are actually almost the same. No one can shake it if there is no death at the top level.

No matter how many disciples at the bottom are dead, the crisis will not be the foundation of the sect.

Everyone in the Qingxiong Empire's faces suddenly changed. As long as Liu Wuxie agreed to Jiang Kaicheng, it means that he is now a disciple of the Jinyang Temple. At this time, he will attack Liu Wuxie, which is not an enemy of the Jinyang Temple.

"Thank you, I need to think about it!"

Liu Wuxie hugged his fists to show his gratitude. He still needs to consider which sect to choose and does not want to agree blindly.

This answer was beyond everyone's expectations, and everyone thought that Liu Wuxie would agree directly. After all, people from several empires would try their best to kill him.

With the huge monster of Jinyang Temple, who dares to touch these people present?

Jiang Kaicheng was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect Liu Wuxie to refuse so simply, mistakenly thinking that Liu Wuxie disliked the Jinyang Temple to be at the bottom.

"Liu Wuxie, you dare to reject my invitation!"

Jiang Kaicheng felt his face dull and his face was gloomy.

Liu Wuxie suddenly stopped and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. After saying something to think about it, the other party became hostile to him. The cultivation world is really cruel.

"Jiang Kaicheng, the ranking competition is not over yet. Are you a little too anxious when you invite so early? Or are you still worried that you can't recruit good seedlings in Jinyang Temple?"

A faint sarcasm, from far to near, an obese man walked towards this side with a chicken leg in his hand.

Liu Wuxie smiled at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had been dealing with the fat man for more than half a year.

Songling is a little fat man. When he joined the Imperial Academy, he met Li Shengsheng and the little fat man. Even the envoy of Tianbao Sect is also a big fat man.

"Fan Lin, what did you say!"

Jiang Kaicheng was poked in pain and shouted loudly. Fan Lin was right. Every time he chose seedlings, their Jinyang Temple had few disciples because of their ranking.

The good seedlings were chosen by several sects in front of them.

"Don't I understand what I said enough? People are saying it very clearly. You need to consider it. You threatened him and really look down on you."

Fan Lin walked up to Liu Wuxie with a big belly, gave him an admiring look, and looked familiar, which made Liu Wuxie confused.

He didn't know any of the ten messengers, so why Fan Lin suddenly stood up and stood up for him? He really didn't understand.

The others were indifferent, and only Fan Lin stood up and spoke for Liu Wuxie.

"Liu Wuxie, I remember you, I hope you can live to the end!"
Chapter completed!