Little boy, you are obedient

Chapter 169 I, Phoenix, Be Fake (17)

Jilin didn't want to talk.

He is dying.

The atmosphere became stagnant, and both of them leaned against the tree trunk. One had his eyes closed and didn't know what he was thinking, while the other was tangled in his heart.

He is clearly a god!God!

Ji Lin struggled for a while, watching more and more people gathered at the foot of Yunxi Mountain, and finally decided to put aside the face of being a god.

Anyway, no one here knows him.

If he doesn't say it, if Xianyu doesn't say it, who knows? !
Jilin cheered herself up in her heart, and then slowly moved to Beixing's side.

"Envy."

Bei Xing turned his head and stared at him silently.

Ji Lin suddenly felt guilty.

He coughed, creating an atmosphere of talking about important things.

"Xianyu." Ji Lin looked at Bei Xing and called her very formally.

Bei Xing rolled his eyes, thinking that this person was simply crazy.

She left the tree trunk she had been leaning on just now, and walked towards the foot of Yunxi Mountain.

"Hey!" Ji Lin was a little confused.

Bei Xing glared at him impatiently, and said succinctly, "Go sign up."

Jilin struggled a little.

Didn't she say...to let myself beg her...

After struggling for a while, he followed Beixing towards the foot of Yunxi Mountain.

The registration process of Yunxi Sect is quite simple.

First, I filled out a form, and after writing my name clearly, I was taken to a room.

The person in charge was a little surprised to see Bei Xing and Ji Lin, and looked at them a few more times.

Generally, those who come to sign up are young children around ten years old. No matter how you look at these two, they must be seventeen or eighteen years old, right?
The person in charge curled his lips and his attitude cooled down.

He absently put the form written by the two of them in front of him, ready to copy a copy.

When writing the name, the person in charge paused with his pen.

He put down his pen and asked, "What's your last name?"

Bei Xing lied casually, "My brother and I are orphans since we were young without parents, and we only eat a lot of food..."

The person in charge rolled his eyes and interrupted her impatiently.

"Okay, okay, I know, don't say it."

After he wrote the word "Xianyu", he hesitated for a while and added the word "林" in front of it. The same was done when he wrote the word "霁林" in the back.

Seeing that Bei Xing had been staring at the character Lin, the person in charge glared, "The suzerain of our Yunxi sect is named Lin, why? You don't want to follow the suzerain's surname?"

Bei Xing pouted, without sincerity, "I am willing, the little girl is very grateful."

The person in charge spat, put the two copied forms into her hands, and pointed to the hut beside her, "That's right, being able to follow the suzerain's surname is the blessing you have accumulated for eight lifetimes, and you don't know what to do if you are stuck in the blessing." Fu Nuo, go over there to test the spirit root."

Bei Xing was too lazy to argue with the person in charge about the surname, so he dragged Ji Lin to the hut.

A person stood outside the hut. After checking Beixing's form, he put the form away after confirming that there was no problem, and lifted the curtain.

"Go."

Bei Xing walked in first, followed by Ji Lin.

"Hey, you can only enter one at a time!"

Ji Lin didn't force to go in, Bei Xing gave him a calm look, and entered the room by himself.

Lingen...

Divine beasts do not have spiritual roots. Only mortals who can practice have spiritual roots.

Among the spiritual roots, the single spiritual root is the best, the double spiritual root is next, and the five spiritual roots are the last.

If you want to test the spirit root, she should be the fire spirit root...

After all, the phoenix is ​​of the fire attribute.

Bei Xing settled down and walked towards the stone in the middle of the room.

There was a woman standing beside the stone. Because it was too dark to see the face clearly, she could only distinguish between men and women by the bun on her head.

"Put your hands on it."

The woman's succinct instructions did not sound loud, like seventeen or eighteen.

(End of this chapter)