Over the years, no disciple would set his sights on Song Ji.
Instead, he tried desperately to gain the favor of the vice presidents.
That means becoming the personal disciple of each vice president!
Each branch has five elders and ten mentors.
The mentor is responsible for imparting knowledge. The elder is more senior than the mentor and can choose new students as his personal disciples to teach.
Those who have been taught by the tutor belong to the ground class.
Those who are taught by the elders belong to the heavenly class.
Those taught by the vice-president belong to the elite class.
The number of people decreases in sequence.
The disciples accepted by each vice-president are all elites among the geniuses, and most of the time they are left alone, so their disciples will also attend classes taught by other mentors or elders.
So far, Jun Fang has only accepted three personal disciples.
Nan Batian frowned, "Who wouldn't want to take her as his disciple? She has extraordinary talent, she was born to be my disciple, Nan Batian!"
Xiao Xumo: "Wrong, she is my direct disciple!"
Jun Fang's face flushed red. "I didn't expect you to be so cunning! I originally thought you just wanted to take him into your own courtyard, but I didn't expect you to have such intentions!"
"You are too naive!"
Immediately afterwards, the three of them started arguing fiercely!
At this moment, Yun Zheng took out the ten Xuanyuan Pills from the furnace, and then burned the five black and ugly Xuanyuan Pills into ashes.
She took the five remaining white and round pills, then looked up and asked, "Do these five Xuanyuan Pills count as one furnace?"
When everyone saw her actually asking about the voice, the corners of their mouths twitched.
If you complain in your heart, will it answer you if you ask it?
The next moment, he was slapped in the face again.
“…Okay.” The voice sounded.
Everyone: “…” My face hurts.
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