Everyone's attention was drawn to that direction.
The door, which no one was pushing, opened automatically to both sides, and a disheveled person stumbled out.
Those in front of them were used to it.
Little Yuzu asked curiously, "Thunder Curse, it blew itself up."
She recognized the technique the man was using at a glance.
However, no one noticed her, and no one heard her.
Inside the room, a deep, resonant voice rang out: "Failed. Retake the test in three years. Go back and practice diligently."
The person who fell to the ground quickly got up, bowed in the direction of the house, and then left in a disheveled state.
The people in front started whispering again.
"Zhou Aoyang failed?"
"He's the top student in our group!"
"This is difficult. I have a bad feeling about it. Didn't anyone succeed today?"
"I reckon we'll have to do extra training, that's terrifying."
"He looks so pathetic. I just hope I can do better than him."
As they talked, they lined up.
At this moment, a person wearing a blue Taoist robe came out from inside: "Number fifteen, come over."
Um?
Little Yuzu glanced down at the number in her hand; it was number fifteen.
She looked around uncertainly.
After finding that no one was moving, she got up, walked past the people who were gossiping about her, and came to the outside of the assessment hall.
The people in line immediately became agitated: "Didn't she just arrive? How come she's in front of me?"
"This works?"
"It seems they really aren't in the same social class as us," someone said sarcastically.
After glancing at her own number, Xiaoyouzi understood everything.
It's obviously an over-the-top number; Zhang Lao Er specially made it for himself.
The disciple in blue robes outside the door glanced at Xiao Youzi, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and asked in a contemptuous tone, "Are you number fifteen?"
With that small frame, he's even qualified to participate in the assessment?
This is not a child's game.
“It’s me.” Little Yuzu nodded calmly.
Today was the assessment day, and she tried her best to keep a straight face and appear serious.
The Taoist priest in green glanced at the number in his hand again, then at Xiaoyouzi's number tag.
It is indeed the 15th.
He glanced at Xiaoyouzi, who was dressed entirely in white training clothes, with some displeasure, and couldn't help but frown and say, "Don't you know the rules? How can you wear a white training uniform?"
"Can't I?" Little Yuzu raised an eyebrow, looking at him curiously.
The Taoist priest in green said coldly, "Both students and outer disciples can only wear black training clothes."
"I only have white ones," Little Yuzu honestly replied.
The Taoist priest was puzzled: "Only people of high rank can wear white. What would a child like you know?"
He made a few sarcastic remarks about Little Pomelo, then, as if remembering something, he asked mercifully, "What's your name?"
Sensing the other party's disrespect, Xiaoyouzi frowned slightly.
Her face turned cold, and she tried to sound serious: "My name is Luo Youyou. May I go in now?"
"What?" The Taoist was speechless, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Little, Little Martial Aunt!"
Damn it, we've kicked a hornet's nest!
Junior Sister's master is Elder Jun, we're doomed!
"What's wrong?" Little Yuzu glanced at him indifferently.
The Taoist priest quickly bowed his head and said, "Little nun, please come in."
The inner disciples had never met Junior Aunt before, but they knew that she was very talented. They were not here for an assessment, but simply to get a certificate.
He went and offended his junior aunt!
Just as the Taoist priest in green was filled with apprehension, Little Pomelo suddenly smiled sweetly: "Are you scared?"
Seeing the little pomelo's smile, the Taoist swallowed hard.
Little Yuzu's laughter suddenly became even more terrifying: "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to kill you here."
Her calm tone did not reassure the Taoist priest; instead, it caused him to break out in a cold sweat and become terrified.
The Taoist priest trembled, but dared not show it.
"Little Martial Aunt, please come in," he said with an awkward laugh.
The junior nun seemed extremely impatient; if he were to say another word, he felt he might be beaten to death.
After putting the small pomelo inside, the Taoist priest raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The pressure is immense.
I was really too hasty this time...
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