What the hell is this? Beat him up and then run away?
Ling Xier is fine, but were all the previous six disciples like this?
Did I come here just to be a high-quality free punching bag for others?
Why is it high quality? Is it simply because it can withstand a beating?
"Fuck you!!!"
Yunchuan gritted his teeth and growled, "So this is it? I don't even want to join this damn Holy Palace!"
I quit!!!
"Hahaha, are you used to it, little friend?!"
Just as Yunchuan was about to leave, an old man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Yunchuan was so scared that he trembled all over and quickly turned his head to look around!
Who the hell is shouting this?
This voice, does it sound familiar? ?
Yunchuan looked around but didn't see a single figure!
"Who is it?"
Yunchuan asked again, his voice was calm, but his heart was beating very fast. For some unknown reason, he always felt that a pair of eyes were watching him.
Before Yunchuan could react, a figure appeared in front of him and slowly walked towards him. Only then did Yunchuan see the man's appearance clearly.
No wonder he felt that the voice was somewhat familiar. It turned out to be Cang Ming, one of the Twelve Guardians of the Holy Palace who had brought him here in the first place!
"How do you feel, my friend?"
Cang Ming stroked his beard and smiled at Yun Chuan.
Feelings? ?
Besides being beaten, what else could Yunchuan feel?
"Senior, I know all this is to test me, but can I leave now?"
Yunchuan took a deep breath, looked at Cangming and said.
I've been beaten to death for seven consecutive rounds. Can I let him go now?
"Leave? Why do you want to leave, young friend?"
Cang Ming raised the corner of his mouth and spoke slowly.
"Where will you go if you don't leave me?"
Yunchuan was also confused. Could it be that they wanted to keep him locked up here forever?
Long-term sandbag?
"Hahahaha, my friend, you have successfully passed the test. From now on, you are the eighth disciple of the Holy Palace!"
Cang Ming laughed loudly, his eyes like the deep sea, staring at Yun Chuan and smiling.
But now it was Yunchuan's turn to be confused.
Pass the test? ?
How is this considered passing the test?
The test is to be beaten?
So it doesn't matter who comes? Can't everyone pass the test?
What is the significance of this test?
Holy Palace? Play?
Also, what does it mean to pass the test and become the eighth disciple of the Holy Palace?
"Um...senior, what do you mean by that?"
Yunchuan's face darkened. Why was he becoming more and more confused?
"Young friend, to be honest, our Holy Palace is the supreme power in the universe, a power controlled by the Ancestral God! Disciples of the Holy Palace must possess excellent qualifications. Remember, excellent qualifications. Otherwise, the Holy Palace would not have only seven disciples until now!!"
"But things are different now. You have passed the test, and the Holy Palace has gained another disciple to inherit the legacy."
After Cang Ming finished speaking, Yun Chuan was stunned for a moment.
Ancestor God! ?
What the heck is this??
Judging from the name, it should be quite strong.
"Senior, you're not going to tell me that my qualifications are not bad, right?"
"You can tell even if you're being beaten all the time?"
Yunchuan's mouth twitched as he looked at Cangming.
I've been beaten all the time, and that alone shows how good my qualifications are?
Isn't this just to help him?
He didn't understand what was going on, but he was just confused, not mentally ill.
Hearing this, Cang Ming couldn't help but laugh out loud!
"Of course not."
"Why is that?"
Yunchuan was confused. Even after being beaten, his qualifications could not be seen at all. Why was that?
"The Holy Palace's choice!"
"Your admission here is the choice of the Holy Palace. If your qualifications were insufficient, the Holy Palace would not have brought you in. As for this test, its main purpose is to allow you to become familiar with your fellow seniors."
Cang Ming smiled and told the truth.
Yunchuan: ……
You know how to play! You really know how to play!
There are many ways to get acquainted with each other, but he chose the one where there is no acquaintance without fighting!
It is not accurate to say that there is no friendship without fighting. It is correct to say that he is the only one who gets beaten all the time.
"So this Holy Palace only has seven disciples?"
Yunchuan took a deep breath. The most important thing now was to figure out what this Holy Palace was for.
"Including you, there are eight in total."
Cang Ming raised his hand and made a gesture.
Yunchuan's mouth twitched. Eight disciples, twelve guardians. Twelve, right? There are not even as many disciples as guardians?
"Okay, next, someone will take you into the interior of the Holy Palace."
Cang Ming nodded and spoke.
Then it turned into mist and dissipated.
However, the next second, a faint fragrance blew by and filled the air around Yunchuan!
A frivolous figure appeared in front of Yunchuan.
The girl who exuded coldness before was now as beautiful as water!
"Brother, come with me!"
There was no trace of coldness on Xian Ruoshui's body at this moment, instead there was an extremely warm aura.
What the hell is going on?
"Junior brother? What's wrong? Don't you recognize me? Humph, I've engraved you deep in my heart."
Xian Ruoshui looked at Yunchuan who was standing there in a daze, and said coquettishly with a pout.
This made Yunchuan feel a chill on his back!
This is fake, right?
How long has it been? Has there been such a big change?
Or am I dreaming?
"Hey, Junior Brother, why are you so stupid?"
Xian Ruoshui poked Yunchuan with her finger, blinked her big eyes, and asked in confusion.
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