The abandoned girl became an immortal and became the ancestor of the immortal sect

"How presumptuous! Just arrange for someone to rescue you if you get into the water. Why do you have to come here to embarrass yourself?"

Dan Fu looked at the boy in front of him with a worried expression, wishing he could drive him away immediately.

The boy was so anxious that tears burst down his face and he knelt down with a plop.

"Master, the fire can't be extinguished at all. All the yards starting from the back mountain are burned down!"

As soon as Fu Dan heard the word "back mountain", he immediately pulled the boy up. He held the boy's arms tightly, his eyes were broken.

"What did you say? Everything was burned everywhere?"

The boy was so frightened that he didn't dare to cry. He could only reply stammering: "The back mountain, the fire started from the back mountain."

"Ah!" Dan Fu pushed the boy to the ground and started wailing like crazy.

"My elixir! My life's work!"

He didn't even have time to care about Fu Chunjiao who was unconscious on the ground, and flew home to put out the fire.

At this time, Guan Zizi, who had been in meditation for a long time, finally opened his eyes...

Dong Qingqing's face unconsciously showed fatigue after being tortured by this meal.

"Lu Nanzhi, you choose who you want to be your teacher."

Lu Nazhi glanced at Lu Beixue coldly, pointed at Weng Jia resolutely and said, "I want to worship the Sixth Master as my disciple."

"What? Did I hear it correctly? She actually wants to become a disciple of an old man who herds ducks."

"Oh my god, not to mention that the dean and the second master are on the list of immortals, it is better to worship the fifth master than the sixth master."

"That's right. Why did she go to the Sixth Master to learn how to drive ducks?"

The other masters were stunned for a while while listening to these people's discussions.

Sixth Master is not as good as them?

Don't ever ruin their lives by saying such things again!

But even so, they were still not happy to hand Lu Nanzhi over to others.

Wu Shanzong hesitated and spoke.

"Sixth Master, why did you change your mind this year when you never accepted a disciple in previous years?"

Fourth Master Yu Yongge immediately echoed.

"Don't be burdened. Let us take care of this disciple."

Finally, even Chen Zhengji spoke for the first time.

"Sixth Master, you have never led a disciple before. We have experience, why not..."

Weng Jia's dim old eyes narrowed.

"I already said that I would accept her as my disciple. Are you two deaf?"

"No one here is qualified to teach her except me."

After he finished speaking viciously, he turned around and looked at Lu Nazhi with a smile on his face.

He took out a short knife as long as his arm and solemnly handed it to Lu Nanzhi's hand.

"I've been preparing this for a long time, and I finally used it."

Lu Nanzhi looked at the short knife in his hand. This knife was light but strong.

The blade is like a snake bone, covered with fine scales. If you look closely, it turns out to be countless undercut serrations.

There is a shallow mark every other millimeter on the blade, as if it is composed of modules connected in series.

After Lu Nazhi tried to fiddle with it for a few times, he injected spiritual power into the dagger, and then flicked it hard. The dagger made a sound like a chain colliding, and in an instant it turned into a bladed iron whip.

Li Mengyue's eyes immediately shone and she hurriedly came closer.

"Sixth Master, what kind of spiritual weapon is this? I've never seen it before!"

Weng Jia raised his face arrogantly, "Have you, the Li family in Shizhou, ever seen any spiritual weapon? My spiritual weapon is the only one in the world!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Li Mengyue was used to Weng Jia's way of speaking, so she had no choice but to follow him.

"I have little knowledge. Sixth Master, just tell me the name of this spiritual weapon."

This time, Weng Jiawen was stunned. He scratched his head and thought for a long time.

"Oh, I forgot to ask when my friend gave me this knife."

He waved his hand and said nonchalantly to Lu Nanzhi: "It doesn't matter, since I gave this knife to you, it's up to you to give it a name."

Lu Nazhi took the knife back, pondered for a moment and said, "Let's call it the Dragon Bone Knife."

Now the remaining eighteen disciples who had passed the trial looked at her with envy.

They are satisfied if there are more than two masters who are willing to ask for it, so how can they expect the master to prepare gifts for them.

After Weng Jia accepted the only disciple he wanted, he was ready to leave, leaning on his thin bamboo pole.

But as soon as he raised his feet, the No. 2 official of the trial stopped him.

"Sixth Master, how about you accept me as your disciple?"

Upon hearing this, the other masters clenched their fists.

No. 1 was given to Weng Jia, but now even No. 2 wants to enter his door?

How can this work!

Weng Jia frowned and looked at Guan Zi.

He shook his head, a hint of repulsion in his tone.

"You are a mysterious doll with a mask on. You must be ugly and have low self-esteem and don't want to show it to others. No, no, I like confident dolls. I don't want you to be my apprentice."

The rest of the people looked at each other in shock after hearing this.

Don’t accept disciples who have low self-esteem?

What a reason.

Besides, since when does cultivating an immortal matter?

Guan Zi's talent and cultivation are both outstanding, how can he feel inferior!

Guan Zizi was not annoyed after hearing Weng Jia's words. He looked at Lu Nazhi with a smile, and finally looked back.

He sighed and said: "Since the Sixth Master is unwilling to accept me, then the remaining Masters... can do it too."

The other masters all felt blocked in their hearts. When did they become the last resort?

But as long as you can recruit talented disciples, this little bit of face is nothing.

The five masters, including Dong Qingqing, immediately scrambled to take office.

Finally, Guan became a disciple of Dong Qingqing on his own.

......

When No. 20 disciple You Baifeng, who had passed the trial meeting, came on stage, the masters who were originally arguing with each other suddenly became silent.

Although You Baofan passed the trial, he was still a private disciple without any family resources.

The spiritual root talent and initial cultivation level are not high, and the only advantage is the natural divine power.

Now he can still rely on this divine power to suppress his opponents, but in the future, the monks will only use spiritual power and spiritual energy to compete, and no one will continue to use brute force.

When You Baofan saw that no master was willing to take him, his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

Dong Qingqing pointed to Lu Nanzhi and said to You Baofan: "Since no master is willing to choose you, then you can follow the Sixth Master as usual."

At this point, this year's trial meeting of Tianji Academy has finally come to an end.

Li Mengyue excitedly pulled Lu Nazhi back.

"Come on, hurry up, Uncle Lu and Brother Minggan are waiting at home. You don't have to celebrate properly when you get first place."

Not long after the two of them walked out, You Baofan hurriedly caught up with them.

"Miss Lu, ah, no, Lu, Senior Sister Lu!"

Lu Nanzhi turned and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

You Fenfan lowered his head shyly, "I, I just wanted to thank you. Thank you for helping me."