"Honestly, what kind of rotten people has the sect recruited to expand its manpower over the years?"
After another sarcastic remark, Wu Er started walking around, moving about very easily.
He had suppressed his cultivation to the Foundation Establishment stage, but when faced with the pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator, it felt as if he had nothing at all.
There's nothing I can do... that's just how strong it is.
Even with his cultivation suppressed, he remains incredibly strong, able to withstand the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator and even challenge those of higher levels.
When Wu Er looked at the group of disciples who were still walking slowly forward, he rolled his eyes and then began to wander around.
Let's take a look at the female disciples who can be developed...
"No, it's too peaceful..."
"This... is too tall."
"Holy crap, someone threw up?!"
Looking around, Wu Er couldn't find any pretty female disciples.
Instead of enjoying the flowers, I was disgusted by what I saw.
Some disciples with weak wills either vomited or became incontinent.
The yellow and white mess on the ground was absolutely disgusting...
"Um?"
Turning around again, Wu Er saw a familiar figure.
That flat chest, like a vast plain, and that face indistinguishable between male and female—it was none other than Han Qingxiu.
This competition was actually organized to tease her.
At this moment, Han Qingxiu was already far ahead of the surrounding disciples, and her hand had already touched the edge of the arena. She was just a few steps away from stepping onto the arena.
"Wow, that's pretty impressive."
Wu Er smiled as he watched Han Qingxiu continue walking.
For some reason, a mischievous thought arose in my mind.
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