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Zhang Yang quickly clasped his fists, "This Master..."

Master Guchuan waved his hand, "I am Master Guchuan, but I am neither the Medicine Refining Hall nor the Weapon Refining Hall.

Are you willing to become my disciple?"

Zhang Yang was slightly startled. This was the voice that just transmitted the message.

He no longer hesitated and knelt down on the ground, "I am willing. I meet the Master!"

Master Guchuan's eyes condensed, and he nodded slightly, appreciating Zhang Yang's character.

The medicine and weapon refining are all places with abundant oil and water, and the disciples of the old nun Lingkong are all women, and they are also good at practicing joy.

Unexpectedly, this young man can resist the temptation and is considered a promising talent.

He didn't know that the reason why Zhang Yang chose him was because he believed in Ramado.

Ramado didn't even recommend his own master, and recommended Master Guchuan, so there must be something good about him.

And the previous voice transmission of Master Guchuan left a good impression on Zhang Yang.

There were almost as many bald men present, but only Guchuan transmitted the message to him.

How could Zhang Yang not look up to him?

Seeing this, the other masters all shook their heads with regret.

It was not that they did not want to snatch it, but that they simply could not snatch it.

Master Guchuan was the head of the Discipline Hall, so he had to give him some face.

Besides, Zhang Yang had already become a disciple, so it would be a bit too much to go up and snatch it now.

Although it was a pity, they could still tell which was more important and which was less important.

"Haha... Guchuan, you have to treat us to a meal for the good disciple you accepted this time."

"Yes, yes. He is already at the third level of the Pisachu realm right after he came out. This is a good seedling."

"Congratulations, congratulations, I will give your disciple a handy weapon someday."

"Tsk tsk... Guchuan, you picked up a treasure this time!"

"This kid is of good origin, you are lucky."

"..."

The masters came forward one after another and said festive words, causing Master Guchuan's face, which had never changed for thousands of years, to show a hint of joy.

"Okay, okay!"

Seeing this, Luo Moduo was also happy for Zhang Yang. That was the Discipline Hall, which was much better than the bullshit medicine and weapon refining.

Quietly approaching Zhang Yang, he said a little embarrassedly: "Ahem... It's my fault, I forgot to tell you."

Zhang Yang glared at him with amusement, "It's even!"

Romodo risked being beaten up by his master afterwards to point out a clear path for him, and he remembered this favor.

Besides, he had gained more benefits after passing the third level, but time was urgent and he had not had time to check the situation in his body.

The anonymous disciples waiting to enter the No. 8 pool in the distance all looked envious.

Those who were assigned to the No. 8 pool were naturally not simple, and they naturally had a simple understanding of the masters of the Medicine King Hall.

"Ah... What a genius. I wonder what this senior brother's surname and name are?"

"Yes, he is talented, but his master is from the Discipline Hall."

"Hiss... Discipline Hall? Doesn't that mean..."

"Ah... I don't know if I can pass, as long as I pass one level."

"If we pass, we will be in the same class as this senior brother, and we should be able to get to know each other then."

"..."

The sound of discussion reached the ears of the Ye brothers.

Especially Ye Haohong, who was a little bit unwilling to be jealous of Zhang Yang.

For him, it would be best if Zhang Yang died in Pool No. 8.

He could also step on his corpse and show his saintliness in front of people.

At that time, he would be the one to be surrounded and fought over.

"Brother?"

Ye Shan sensed the emotional fluctuations of Ye Haohong beside him and said with some worry.

"Brother, I'm fine. If he can do it, I can do it too!"

Ye Haohong smiled and comforted.

"No, it's fine after passing the first level, don't continue..."

Ye Shan was shocked.

He knew that his brother was a competitive person, but the Jinchi test was not a joke, it could kill people.

Fortunately, he had participated in it before and knew the danger, so he asked for a piece of Tuo bone to ensure that Hao Hong would be safe.

"Brother, I know my limits."

Ye Haohong curled his lips, and a hint of confidence flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Ye Shan stammered and said nothing.

His brother has always been very opinionated.

After thinking for a while, he looked at Ye Haohong and said seriously: "Haohong, are you sure you can pass the second level?"

Ye Haohong looked at his brother deeply and nodded imperceptibly.

Ye Shan's eyes lit up and he gritted his teeth, "Okay, in that case, as a brother, I will fight for you!"

"Brother, you..."

Ye Shan strode towards the masters.

The masters had just finished congratulating and were about to leave when they heard a voice from behind.

"Masters, I dare to ask you to stay for a moment.

My brother is as talented as this brother, please give him a chance."Ye Shan knelt on the ground and raised his hands above his head.

Several masters looked at each other in surprise. There were few people so bold.

Master Wen Luo frowned, "Are you the fourteenth outer sect disciple Ye Shan?"

He was in charge of the Merit Hall of the Medicine King Hall. He had some impression of Ye Shan, who was considered one of the more outstanding outer sect disciples in recent years.

It was a pity that he was not talented enough and was not accepted by the master.

"Yes, Master Wen Luo!"

"Hmph... Our time is precious, how can we waste it on you?"

Master Qingchen snorted coldly, and an invisible momentum pressed over.

"Hmm..."

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ye Shan's mouth, "My brother is indeed talented, I beg the master to give him a chance."

Ye Haohong in the distance did not come forward, nervously clenched his fists, looking forward to the masters.

Zhang Yang looked at Ye Shan kneeling on the ground, and then looked at Ye Haohong in the distance, with a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

Although everything Ye Shan did was voluntary, Ye Haohong's behavior of only caring about himself and not his brother still disgusted him.

"Forget it, there's nothing to do, so you might as well wait a little longer."

Master Wen Luo sighed.

Qingchen glanced at Wen Luo and shook his head, "You, a good man... Forget it, I'll listen to you and wait a little longer."

Other masters also had no objection.

Seeing this, Ye Shan was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly, "Thank you, masters!"

After saying that, he was about to get up, but because of his internal injuries, his feet were a little staggering.

"Haohong, come on!"

Looking at Ye Haohong who was coming, Ye Shan said with a bright smile on his face.

"Brother, don't worry. I won't let anyone take the credit!"

Ye Haohong said firmly.

"You... hey... just do your best!"

Ye Shan's smile froze and he patted Ye Haohong on the shoulder.

Zhang Yang's performance in Pool 8 just now was seen in his eyes.

Let alone Hao Hong, even when he was in the third realm of Pisa, he might not be able to defeat the clone in the No. 8 pool.

Ye Hao Hong walked towards the No. 8 Hall confidently.

"Number plate!"

The disciple guarding the hall held out his hand expressionlessly.

Ye Hao Hong handed the number plate in his hand to the disciple guarding the hall.

"You all know the rules, right? You can get out after passing the first level..."

The disciple guarding the hall looked at Zhang Yang not far away with a complicated expression.

"Yeah, I know!"

The number plate was inserted into the card slot, and the door of the No. 8 Hall slowly opened.

Ye Hao Hong walked slowly towards the No. 8 Hall.

"Hao Hong, come on!"

Ye Shan's cheering came from behind, but he did not respond but turned his head and looked at Zhang Yang coldly.

Zhang Yang frowned, this guy's sudden malice was a bit strange!