Although the ten major sects are both strong and weak, they are actually almost the same. No one can shake them without death at the top.

No matter how many disciples at the bottom die, the foundation of the sect will not be in danger.

The expressions of everyone in the Qingxiong Empire suddenly changed. As long as Liu Wuxie agreed to Jiang Kaicheng, it meant that he was now a disciple of the Jinyang Temple. If he killed Liu Wuxie at this time, wouldn't he become the enemy of the Jinyang Temple?

"Thank you for your kindness, I still need to think about it!"

Liu Wuxie clasped her fists to show her gratitude. Which sect to choose needs to be carefully considered and she doesn't want to blindly agree.

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

Next to this behemoth of the Jinyang Temple, among the people present, no one dares to touch him.

Jiang Kaicheng was stunned. He obviously didn't expect Liu Wuxie to refuse so simply, and mistakenly thought that Liu Wuxie disliked Jinyang Temple for being ranked at the bottom.

"Liu Wuxie, how dare you refuse my invitation!"

Being rejected in public, Jiang Kaicheng felt shameless and his face was gloomy.

Liu Wuxie suddenly stopped, with a look of astonishment on his face. He just said something and thought about it, but the other party became hostile to him. The world of cultivation is really cruel.

"Jiang Kaicheng, the competition for ranking is not over yet. Are you a little too impatient by inviting me so early? You are still worried that your Jinyang Temple will not be able to recruit good seedlings."

There was a faint mocking sound, and from far away, a fat man, holding a chicken leg in his hand, walked towards this side carelessly.

A smile appeared on Liu Wuxie's lips. It seemed that he had been dealing with the fat man for more than half a year.

Song Ling was a fat boy. When he joined the Imperial College, he met Li Shengsheng, who was also a fat boy. Even the envoy of Tianbaozong was also a fat boy.

"Fan Lin, what did you say!"

Jiang Kaicheng was poked in the foot and screamed loudly. Fan Lin was right. Every time they chose Miaozi, their Jinyang Temple chose very few disciples due to their ranking.

The good seedlings were all selected by the top sects.

"Isn't it clear enough what I said? I made it very clear that I need to think about it. You threatened him. I really look down on you."

Fan Lin walked up to Liu Wuxie with a shy belly and gave him an appreciative look, looking familiar, which made Liu Wuxie confused.

He didn't recognize any of the ten envoys, so he really didn't understand why Fan Lin suddenly stood up to stand up for him.

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

"Liu Wuxie, I remember you, I hope you can survive until the end!"
Chapter completed!