The Five Great Sect Masters had different expressions on their faces. This was completely unexpected. How could an Outer Hall disciple willingly give up a spot? Xue Tao's beautiful eyes wandered. No one knew what she was thinking.
Ling Ye Lai shouted, "Nonsense! Do you think the Five Inner Halls are places where you can come and go as you please? At this point, it's no longer up to you! "
Zhao Yun said resolutely, "I've already made up my mind. It's useless to say anything more. Even if you want to punish me, I'll still do it. " His words were straightforward and straightforward. It was a display of a man's true colors. However, his merciless words made Ling Ye Lai look bad.
With the mentality of "If I can't have it, then you can't either", Monk Don't Cry suddenly sneered. He snorted a few times and said, "Tsk tsk, that's right. The Qinglian Sect is so mighty that they actually want to force an Outer Hall disciple to join the sect. Tsk tsk, this is truly unprecedented. Fellow Daoists, what do you think? "
Ling Ye Lai's face was pale. How could she not know that Monk Don't Cry was using this opportunity to squeeze her? Unfortunately, the truth was right in front of her. She couldn't refute it at all. This Hui Ming actually made her lose face in front of the Four Great Sect Masters!
Her sharp eyes stared straight at Zhao Yun. She said word by word, "Have. You. Thought. About. It. Clearly?"
Zhao Yun was suddenly shocked. It was as if an invisible sword aura had invaded his body. He had goosebumps all over his body. A powerful force firmly locked onto him, forcing him to kneel down and admit his mistake. It was as if there was a sharp sword in the sky that was threatening him. He was afraid that if he was the slightest bit careless, that force could easily end his life.
Zhao Yun clenched his teeth and resisted the urge to bend his knees. He resisted the urge to crawl and kowtow. He hated people who used force to threaten him the most. Previously, he chose Ling Ye Lai because he thought that she had the same arrogant temperament as him. She disdained other people's gazes and disdained to force others to do what they wanted. However, she was now forcing him to submit to her. She was forcing him to cry bitterly and kneel down to apologize!
Don't even think about it!
Zhao Yun glared at him angrily. His handsome and sword-like eyebrows were furrowed. He was like a small boat in a stormy sea, swaying left and right. He struggled to resist the pressure and said word by word, "I. Want. To. Understand. But.
Zhao Yun was furious. For some reason, his heart ached terribly. Not because of the raging wind and rain, not because of the mocking gazes of the crowd, but because he had misjudged the person.
"So that's all there is to you. How could he be worthy of being my master? "
A feeling of extreme disappointment instantly spread throughout his body. All the strength in his body was drained, and he could only rely on his willpower to hold on.
"Okay, okay." Ling Yelai actually couldn't control his emotions as he uttered the word 'good' twice in a row. His lips were trembling slightly, and his aqua green sleeves seemed to be restless.
Song Jiang saw that the situation was not right and hurriedly came out to mediate, "Ye 'er, he's just a barbarian from the Outer Hall and doesn't understand the rules. Why do you need to lower yourself to his level? It's not worth it. "He turned to Zhao Yun and said," Hui Ming, how can you be so presumptuous in front of the elders! If you have any objections, you can say it properly. What's wrong with shouting and yelling like this? "
He changed the topic and said gently, "If you really have a reason, it's not that I can't consider it. My Tianyuan Sect has always been open to people. If I can help you, I'll definitely do my best. "
Lin Chuanjia thought, "Good old ghost, you're using the opportunity to mediate to rope in Hui Ming. Aren't you trying to take the opportunity to trick Hui Ming into the Tianyuan Sect?" He hurriedly expressed his position, "Yes, yes, yes. If you have any difficulties, this venerable one and the Alchemy Pavilion won't sit idly by. Why are you suddenly unwilling to enter the Inner Hall? "
Zhao Yun said, "I already have a master, and I'm definitely not willing to betray him."
Song Jiang was about to speak, but Lin Chuanjia hurriedly beat him to it and said with a smile, "This venerable one thought it was something big. So that's why. It's good that you're not willing to forget your roots. It's just that our sect's rules have always been like this. An Inner Hall disciple can only have one master, and the others must be discarded. This is difficult. "As he said this, he muttered to himself irresolutely.
Song Jiang was about to speak when a trace of pride flashed through Lin Chuanjia's eyes. He rushed in front of Song Jiang again and said, "Since you're a rare talent, and your filial piety is commendable, the Alchemy Pavilion is willing to make an exception for you! This venerable one will specially recognize you as a guest disciple, and this venerable one will personally teach you. In private, we'll call each other master and disciple. This is the best of both worlds. What do you think? " In order to snatch Zhao Yun, he casually sold a favor. He was extremely proud in his heart, and he was sure that in the end, Zhao Yun would fall into the Alchemy Pavilion.
Song Jiang was displeased that Lin Chuanjia had snatched the lead from him several times, but on the surface, he was still calm and collected. He smiled and said, "What Dao brother said is reasonable. What this venerable one sees is also the same. Hui Ming, the Tianyuan Sect is still willing to recognize you as a guest disciple. Don't let down this venerable one's good intentions. "
When Zhao Yun heard the guest disciple's proposal, she was also happy. It could be said that her previous worries were perfectly resolved. After making a slight decision, she wanted to speak up and join the Alchemy Pavilion.
Right at this moment, a cold and ethereal voice sounded, "Since the sect masters can make an exception, our Qinglian Sect doesn't need to stick to the rules. This venerable one will compensate you and accept you as a guest disciple. What do you think? "It was Ling Ye Lai who spoke.
She was originally angry at Zhao Yun's rudeness and was about to flare up. Fortunately, her lotus heart was ice-cold, and her monstrous anger was slightly controlled. When Song Jiang and Lin Chuanjia came up with the idea of becoming a guest disciple, it was obvious that they wanted to seize the opportunity to snatch Zhao Yun. In her heart, she was quite angry at their despicable actions. Zhao Yun was angry at her because she respected her master, but what the two sect masters did was to loot a burning house. My Qinglian Sect's people, how can you covet them?
When Zhao Yun heard this, she couldn't help but hesitate. Logically speaking, her nature should be either black or white, friend or foe. She should be straightforward and not sloppy at all. This Ling Ye Lai forced her to such an extent, and now she brought up the troublesome "guest disciple". Originally, she should be disdainful, but Zhao Yun felt somewhat happy in her heart. Could it be that it was because she was reluctant to part with her peerless appearance? Could it be that she was also a person who would forget righteousness at the sight of profit?
No, I don't want to!
Zhao Yun straightened his back, his body ramrod straight, and said loudly: "Many thanks. But I've changed my mind. "
Ling Ye Lai sneered, "Is that so?" She thought to herself, "Are you the one who will throw a tantrum? Today, I won't care about anything else. "Her lily-white hand moved gently, her long sleeves were dark and smooth. Her white jade-like arm was like that of a beautiful woman in her boudoir, completely revealing her shyness.
Zhao Yun was staring at Ling Ye Lai. Suddenly, she saw the white half of the beautiful jade, as if she had lost her soul. Her heart couldn't help but explode, "What a beautiful hand. It's not inferior to Sister Miao's."
Above Ling Ye Lai's tilted lily-white hand, a few wisps of white light faintly seeped out. The white light wasn't very bright, nor was it very big. What made people cry out in alarm was its coldness. The disciples on the spectator's stand all felt the chill. Those who were weak were already shivering.
"Rise!" Ling Ye Lai lightly opened her red lips, looking proud and elegant. The white light suddenly exploded, revealing a three-foot long sword. The tip of the sword stuck to Ling Ye Lai's lily-white hand. That sword was completely snow-white, just like a white lotus, falling to the ground. The moon was clear, emotionless, and full of hatred. That cold chill penetrated Zhao Yun's heart from a distance of several zhang.
It was Ling Ye Lai's heavenly weapon, the sharp sword that she had cultivated and tempered day and night using her vital energy for more than ten years.
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