"real……"
Before Qi Po could finish his words, Lian Pihou forced a token of a disciple of Tianshu Immortal Academy into his hand.
Lian Pihou said with relief: "Good boy, you are the hope of our Tianshu Immortal Academy!"
Qi Po was confused: “???” Is the process of accepting disciples so sloppy?
Everyone's expression was subtle: "..." There really is a fool who comes to the door himself. It's true that the world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things.
Qi Po asked in disbelief, "Senior, do you really not need another assessment?"
"Need not!"
Lian Pihou rejected it outright. He looked at Qi Po with satisfaction. This young man had delicate features and a look of clear stupidity in his eyes. His character should be pretty much the same.
Upon hearing this, Qi Po took a closer look at the disciple token of Tianshu Immortal Academy. After confirming that it was genuine, he hesitated for a moment, then input his spiritual power into it according to the method Lian Pihou said.
Buzz!
The token was activated, and the totem light of Tianshu Immortal Academy suddenly appeared on the back of Qi Po's hand.
Lian Pihou reached out and patted Qi Po's shoulder, "Good disciple, you won't make a mistake in choosing our Tianshu Immortal Academy."
"Actually, I'm here to look for someone."
"Oh? Who are you looking for? Is it in Langzhou?" Lian Pihou looked surprised. Without waiting for Qi Po to answer, he pulled Qi Po to sit down and personally poured Qi Po a cup of tea. "Have a cup of tea first, and then we can talk in detail."
"No, it's in Tianshu Immortal Court."
Lian Pihou's eyes lit up and he became interested. "Who?"
"Rong Zheng." Qi Po said proudly.
Lian Pihou was stunned. Who was Rong Zheng? His Tianshu Immortal Academy didn't seem to have a disciple named 'Rong Zheng'...
Lian Pihou probed, "Are you sure?"
Qi Po nodded, "Sure, the boss told me to look for her at Tianshu Immortal Academy."
Lian Pihou pondered for a moment. Could it be that he had forgotten about this disciple named 'Rong Zheng'?
Lian Pihou said, "After we return to the Immortal Academy, I will ask other disciples to help you find someone. What's your name?"
"Thank you, Senior. My name is Qi Po."
Lian Pihou nodded slightly, his eyes full of confusion. He couldn't even tell the young man's cultivation level. Could it be that he was wearing a magical weapon that concealed his cultivation level?
As he picked up the teacup, he asked casually, "By the way, what is your cultivation level?"
"False God Level Two."
"Puff——" Lian Pihou spat out the tea he had just drunk, and it sprayed directly onto Qi Po's face.
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