Si Qingjiu was startled and turned his head quickly, his heart beating fast.

This was too fast. How could he encounter her without any warning? He hadn't even told his eldest disciple yet. This was terrible.

Without caring about anything else, he quickly took out a hat and put it on.

If you can get by for now, then that's fine.

When Chongjun saw someone he didn't want to see, his face turned very cold. It was really unlucky that he ran into an enemy so soon.

Before he could finish his curse, he noticed that his master was acting a little strange, and asked in confusion, "Master, what's wrong?"

Wasn't everything fine before? Why did you suddenly cover yourself up?

But it’s good this way, as those people won’t be able to see what Master looks like, and they won’t keep staring at him. He likes it very much.

Si Qingjiu coughed lightly, "Nothing, just someone is coming, I want to avoid trouble."

"Who?" Chongjun didn't turn around immediately. Di Chongjin?

"Ling Zun, he should be from Jiuling Academy." Si Qingjiu replied quickly, trying to fool the person.

Chongjun's attention was indeed diverted, because after his master said that, he also sensed that it was not just one, but several seemed to have come.

Di Chongjin saw two people, but the man in the light pink flowing clothes had his back to him. He didn't see his face, but he felt that he looked familiar for some reason.

When he wanted to go forward to take a look, several spiritual masters came from the air.

It stopped him in his tracks and attracted the attention of everyone present.

Most of the people present had never seen such a scene before. Not only did they see it now, but there were four of them together. It really opened their eyes.

Even Di Chongjin was amazed at what he saw.

Even though his master was a spiritual immortal, he had seen the power his master displayed when demonstrating his skills to him, and he still admired these strong people.

However, one of the four spiritual masters who came here happened to be an acquaintance of his.

The spiritual master who took a fancy to him and wanted to take him as his disciple.

When the three spiritual masters saw the arrival of the four people, they immediately stood up and saluted to them: "Yang Zun, Xiao Zun, De Zun, Yun Zun."

In mainland China, people usually use the last character of the other person's name and their rank as a respectful title.

Especially when one reaches the level of Lingjun, no one will call him by his name anymore.

Di Chonghua also stepped forward and said respectfully to the man called Yang Zun, "Master."

"Yeah." Yang Zun Niu Ziyang nodded lightly and looked at Di Zhong who was wearing a mask not far away.

Jin, "Are you the late Spirit King that just tested out?"

Di Chongjin was quite respectful to him and bowed slightly: "Yes, boy Si Jin."

Chongjun's face in the audience became even colder. This bastard actually used this name again.

Si Qingjiu was also trembling in his heart. How could he forget that the other party used a pseudonym that included his surname? Would his eldest disciple not find out anything?

That shouldn’t be the case, right?

Neither of them had seen it.

By the way, who is Chongjun? It seems like he doesn’t appear in the plot.

Si Qingjiu just remembered it at this time, frowned and thought deeply for two seconds, then decisively threw it aside. It didn't matter, whether there was one or not, they were all his disciples, and with him protecting them, no one could bully them.

Niu Ziyang was very satisfied with Di Chongjin's attitude and immediately said, "Boy, you should take me as your master."

"Hey, Yang Zun, I don't like what you said. How can you be so overbearing? We came here together."

A man who looked to be in his forties or fifties standing next to Niu Ziyang smiled and continued his words.

The other two also nodded quickly.

"Yes, we came together."

"I also want to take him as my apprentice."

Di Chonghua was extremely jealous when his master said he wanted to accept a disciple. Now, when he heard that everyone was fighting for each other, he was even more resentful.

This person is so lucky.

Why should he?

He looked at the person who dared not show his true face, his eyes flashed with malice, and then he looked up with a smile on his face: "Dear teachers, why don't you let this junior brother tell us what he thinks."

These are all spiritual masters that everyone wants to worship.

He believed that this person would also be moved.

But facing four at the same time, no matter who he chooses, it would be equivalent to offending the others, and then he would have no easy time.

Si Qingjiu frowned slightly. He could feel the malice of that Wushuang Young Master even from such a distance.

Di Chongjin naturally knew better. He could guess what his brother was thinking without having to think too much.

It's nothing more than intending to offend a strong person before he even becomes a disciple.

If it were any other time, he might really be hesitant and unable to make a decision.

But not now.

Facing the four spiritual masters who were all looking at him, he humbly bowed and said apologetically: "My dear masters, I am very sorry. I don't plan to become your disciple again."

He already has a master, and he is the best in the world.

Master, apart from Master, he will never have another Master.

Niu Ziyang's face darkened, "Boy, you really don't want to be my disciple?"

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Yang. I just want to be an ordinary student. I already have a master, so there's no reason for me to switch to another sect."

Di Chongjin still politely refused with a firm attitude.

Chongjun frowned immediately. He has a master?

How is that possible?

Hasn’t this bastard Di Chongjin always had only one master? In his previous life, the dean of Jiuling wanted to accept him as his master, but he refused, saying that there could only be one master.

Could it be that because I had betrayed him before and caused him to lose his master, he later took someone else as his master?

If that's the case, that would be great.

The good thing about this guy is that he is very stubborn. Once he has a master, he will never have a second one.

In other words, even if he met his master again, he would not be worried.

But if that bastard dares to refuse his master's offer to accept him as a disciple, he will definitely beat him to death.

He only allows the Master to reject others, but not others to reject the Master. This bastard is not allowed to do that either.

Si Qingjiu had no idea what his eldest disciple was thinking, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips at the answer from his second disciple.

It seems that his teaching is very successful, as his disciples support him so much.

Very good, very good. His talent as a master is indeed first-rate.

Niu Ziyang's expression became even gloomier. He was very dissatisfied with being rejected, but someone actually told him that he had a master.

He has a master but he still refuses. Doesn't that mean he is not as good as his master?

"Who is your master?" Niu Ziyang asked with a serious face.

The other three were also very curious, but they didn't have any ideas. They just felt a little regretful that such a good seedling could not become their disciple.

Si Qingjiu's heart tightened. He wouldn't tell it directly, right?

He subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of his eldest disciple, feeling a little panicked.

What should I do? Is my trick going to be exposed?

The eldest disciple will be angry, right? How can I comfort him if he is angry?

Help, he really doesn’t know how to coax people, and he’s not good at adjusting situations, what can I do?

Chongjun also pricked up his ears to know who the master of this bastard Di Chongjin was, but he found that his sleeve was pulled and his master seemed to be in a bad mood. He held his master's hand with his backhand, full of worry.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Si Qingjiu quickly shook his head: "No

Have you ever had one?

"Really?" Chongjun frowned slightly. Why did he feel that his master seemed to be uneasy since he came here?

Si Qingjiu nodded: "Really, I'm just, just a little worried about the other party, that Yang Zun, he's very aggressive and doesn't look very friendly."

Si Qingjiu quickly found an excuse and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chongjun believed it.

His master was so kind and couldn't bear to see anyone get hurt.

That Niu Ziyang is so abominable. He has caused Master to pay attention to that bastard Di Chongjin again.

It's really a chance to start over again. Some things will happen anyway.

Di Chongjin kept feeling like sneezing and his ears were hot. He wondered in his heart, who is this? He kept scolding him. Could it be the person on the other side who was rejected by him?

Facing Niu Ziyang's question, Di Chongjin touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, Master asked me to keep a low profile, and I can't expose his name."

He didn't dare to explode at this moment.

He didn't dare to imagine how much turmoil a spiritual fairy would cause.

He didn't even dare to gamble because there were too many unknowns and he was afraid of bringing trouble to his master.

Niu Ziyang became angry instantly. He did not feel the other party's sincerity at all. He just felt that the other party was provoking him.

He didn't even dare to tell him the name of his master, which clearly showed that he was not as good as himself. But even so, he still protected him and ignored himself.

The anger in his eyes continued to burn.

Di Chonghua had been observing his master and was delighted to see this.

If Master is angry, he will not accept this person, and he will be in trouble. That’s great.

But this was not enough. Di Chonghua pretended not to notice and spoke seriously, "Junior brother, this is not right. You can't even say your master's name, which shows that your strength is not very high. How can you waste such a good talent? How can you disappoint my master and the other teachers' good intentions?"

Di Chongjin's face turned cold under the mask, "Brother, you think too much."

"No, no, brother, I'm just thinking about you. Your talent shouldn't be buried." Di Chonghua shook his head with a serious look, as if he really felt sorry for him.

Zhongjun in the audience rolled his eyes and complained to his master in a low voice: "Master is really good at talking and trying to sow discord."

Although he couldn't stand that bastard Di Chongjin, he looked down on Di Chonghua even more.

If the timing wasn't wrong, he would have killed him long ago.

But with Di Chongjin here, it is not his turn to do this.

Si Qingjiu agreed: "It is indeed excessive."

He was in a bad mood at the moment. Were these people planning to unite and bully his apprentice?

Do you really think he doesn't exist, or do you think he's easy to bully?

Di Chongjin also hated Di Chonghua very much. He looked at him with murderous eyes and his voice was cold: "My talent is not buried. I think the test just now has explained everything. If you have forgotten, you can think about it again."

The smile on Di Chonghua's face disappeared.

What he was most unwilling to accept and what he didn't want to face was the constant emergence of extraordinary geniuses, which often reminded him of his former brother.

Not only because he is a direct descendant, but also because of his talent, he is always suppressed and cannot make a name for himself.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his murderous intent: "Junior brother is a little arrogant."

Di Chongjin chuckled: "If a man is not arrogant, he will be in vain when he is young, let alone." He paused and emphasized: "My talent is enough to make me arrogant."

Si Qingjiu nodded, that’s right.

Chongjun saw his master's actions, glared at Di Chongjin, and said to his master: "Master, this kid really doesn't know how to be humble. You can tell at a glance that he has bad character. For a guy like him, his master is probably of the same character. If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked. Master, stay away from him, or he will be led astray."

It just so happened that he had accepted the wine from the other party’s crooked master Si Qing: “…”!