Peerless Tang Sect: I am Yuhao’s demon brother

Yan Shaozhe expected the young man in front of him to show excitement. No freshman could refuse him at Shrek.

Not only because of their strength, but also because of their status.

Huo Dongjun became his disciple, Yan Shaozhe. The young man was happy, the Duke's Palace was happy, and he, Yan Shaozhe, was also satisfied.

Something that makes all three parties happy.

As for rejection?

Sorry, he hasn't thought about this. Which freshman would reject Shrek's dean?

Everyone focused their attention on Huo Dongjun, witnessing the historic moment of closing disciples.

But why doesn't he seem very excited?

Are you so happy?

Everyone couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts.

The white-haired boy smiled calmly and slightly bowed his hand to the old man in front of him, "Although Dean Yan does have a distinguished status, I refuse."

The smile on Yan Shaozhe's face disappeared, and Bai Yu's brows wrinkled slightly, looking majestic.

But at this moment, the smile did not disappear out of thin air, but it successfully transferred to a certain woman's face.

Yan Shaozhe suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on Huo Dongjun's shoulder. As time flashed and light flew, the two of them disappeared in front of everyone.

Wang Dong, Xiaoxiao and others looked at the unexpected situation, their faces were full of astonishment, they had no idea what was happening.

Du Weilun took a few steps forward. Although he didn't know the reason behind it, he immediately chose to stand up and take charge of the overall situation.

He whispered to Wang Dong and others, speaking very fast, "Don't spread what Huo Dongjun said just now. I believe you are all smart children."

Du Weilun was thoughtful and continued to announce as if nothing had happened,

"The champion has made other arrangements, and now we begin to announce the list of core disciples who will be included in the outer courtyard."

Because of the distance and someone's tricks, many freshmen did not hear what Huo Dongjun just said.

When they heard the list of core disciples who were closely related to them, they quickly put the matter behind them and listened attentively, fearing that their own names would be missed.

At the same time, Huo Dongjun appeared in a certain attic.

The atmosphere of the attic is comfortable and leisurely. Most of the objects are made of solid wood that is ten thousand years old. The whole body is round and carved in one piece instead of spliced ​​together.

It exudes a faint fragrance, just like being in the spring fragrance, so beautiful and contented.

There was only one exquisite seat in the field. The old man sat on the seat, his body straight and his face calm and slightly majestic.

"What, is it wrong to be my disciple, Yan Shaozhe?"

Huo Dongjun was about to speak, but he felt a huge pressure emerging from the old man in front of him. He immediately concentrated all his soul power and began to resist.

He believed that his teacher would appear soon. Xian Lin'er had already greeted him before, so he was not panicked.

How could he act like this if Xian Lin'er hadn't indicated it.

Yan Shaozhe frowned, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip, and then said slowly,

"As students, you must learn to respect your teachers and be generous to your seniors and teachers. Although Xiaotao and Li Zhe made mistakes first, they have also received the punishment they deserve."

"Why, do you still have any objections to me?" He said solemnly, his expression slightly unsightly.

Suppressing kindness with both hands, this is the consistent method of the superior. As the saying goes, thunder, rain and dew are all the kindness of the king, but this is nothing more than this.

He had already planned in his heart that he could only wait until he was accepted as a disciple and then slowly transform him.

But at this moment, a cold snort sounded from outside the door,

"Generous?"

The woman opened the door and continued to sneer,

"I'll give you Yan Shaozhe a punch, and you can come back and talk to me about generosity! Okay?"

The person who came was a woman, about 1.7 meters tall, with fair skin, black hair neatly tied up, white clothes and pants that looked smart and neat, and her face could still tell that she must have been a peerless beauty when she was young.

As soon as the woman appeared, the soul power oppression given by Yan Shaozhe was wiped away.

Xian Lin'er's status in Shrek Academy is still very high, even higher than that of Yan Shaozhe.

Both of them are disciples of the Poseidon Pavilion Master Mu, but the former's mother is still the Poseidon Pavilion elder. In terms of Shrek family power, he is even higher than Yan Shaozhe.

As soon as Yan Shaozhe heard this woman's voice, he felt a headache. At the same time, he also had a guess as to why Huo Dongjun rejected him.

"Lin'er, don't you refuse to accept disciples? This is"

Xian Lin'er waved her hand, and two wooden seats carved with literary hearts and dragons appeared out of thin air. After letting Huo Dongjun sit down, she also sat next to the boy.

The woman smiled. She was very beautiful. This smile immediately made Yan Shaozhe slightly stunned.

"You can keep your word but now you want me to keep my word?"

Xian Lin'er's voice changed, "Tell me, what do you want to do by kidnapping my good disciple?"

Yan Shaozhe's scalp was numb. Why did he get into trouble with this unreasonable woman again? He said helplessly, "Let's talk about him and the other two students entering the inner courtyard."

He set his sights on Huo Dongjun and continued, "If you are willing to be my disciple, not only will you be able to gain access to the resources of the martial arts system, but your two team members will also be able to directly have the disciple quota in the inner courtyard. Young man, do you want to Think it through."

Although he guessed that Huo Dongjun had become Xian Lin'er's disciple, it was not like he could not be snatched away as a disciple.

Previously, this young man was unwilling to become his disciple, most likely because of Xian Lin'er, but now that he has offered better conditions, he cannot help but be tempted.

At this time, face and obsession were already causing trouble in this old man's final victory.

Xian Lin'er looked at her closed disciple and wanted to see what he had to say.

"Dean, I am already a close disciple of the teacher. Teacher Xian Lin'er treats me very well. I, Huo Dongjun, have no plans to change the school."

The white-haired boy continued, "Whether Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao can be admitted to the inner courtyard and whether they can be admitted to the hospital with eyesight depends on their abilities. It also has something to do with whether the dean appreciates it. It has nothing to do with me, Huo Dongjun."

Yan Shaozhe stared blankly at the young man in front of him, and finally had the thought of regret in his heart. If he had ended up earlier, how could Xian Liner have the chance to intervene.

Now it seems that this young man is not being arrogant or conceited because of his talent. Instead, he is sincere and loyal to his teacher.

Why is Xian Liner willing to accept a disciple?

The old man felt helpless. He had suspected that Mr. Mu would accept a disciple out of the norm, but he never thought that a junior sister like himself would be willing to accept a disciple.

Xian Lin'er smiled and nodded involuntarily, but when she looked at Yan Shaozhe, her beautiful face quickly turned cold.

"My disciple, Xian Lin'er, you'd better stay away from him. If there's another time, I'll see you on the soul fighting stage!"

The woman's palm slapped on the solid wood of ten thousand-year sunken sea wood, and a stream of green wind mysterious flames appeared out of thin air. The sunken sea wood table in front of her suddenly fell into pieces and ignited with the green mysterious flames.

This move is very domineering, just like she achieved the title of Douluo, God of War Douluo!

After Xian Liner left the attic with Huo Dongjun,

Yan Shaozhe looked at the devastated black embers, and he couldn't help but rub his temples. This guy was still as irritable as when he was young. It was really a headache to step on the horse.