The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

While the two were talking, a group of people suddenly came towards them.

Feeling the unfamiliar aura approaching, Yan Qiao raised his head and glanced away, then quickly looked away.

But a person walking in front actually shouted directly: "Are you Yan Qiao?"

Yan Qiao turned to look at him with a cold expression.

At this time, Mo Ziyan whispered from the side: "They are from the Taoist class."

But he felt a little regretful in his heart. If he had known that he would meet them here, he wouldn't have dragged Yan Qiao to talk so much.

A young man stared at Mo Ziyan for a long time, then sneered and said, "The people around you are quite discerning."

"Unfortunately, this luck is really not good."

When he said this, he meant something, but he didn't know whether it meant that he was really unlucky or something else.

The young man turned his eyes and paused for a moment on Yan Qiao's face, then frowned slightly.

The face of this man...

Before he could see clearly, the person who had made the noise early in the morning was the first to say: "You are the one who stole our entry qualification?"

Hearing this, Yan Qiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him and said, "You said I robbed you of your entry qualifications?"

"Yes!" The man responded confidently.

"Is it possible that you wouldn't be qualified without me?" Yan Qiao's lips curled up slightly, but there was a coldness in his eyes.

As soon as these words came out, several people laughed angrily: "Oh, we have been exposed to Taoism since we were young, and we have practiced it for several years. You think we are not qualified?"

"After all, your names don't show up."

"You!" The young man suddenly became angry. He stared at Yan Qiao and clenched his fists.

"When you laugh at others, you should first take a closer look at yourself."

Yan Qiao raised her eyes and looked at him indifferently, paused and continued: "Your luck is not that good either, it's still a bloody disaster."

As she said that, she slowly shook her head, turned around and walked towards the other side.

Because she saw Si Shu and others had come out of the classroom.

When Si Su saw several tall people surrounding her, she was worried and was about to step forward.

As a result, the next second, Yan Qiao came towards them with a man.

Si Shu glanced at Mo Ziyan with some vigilance, and then relaxed.

Yeah, a little hot chick.Qiao Qiao must not like this.

Yan Qiao and Mo Ziyan had no idea what she was thinking.

Mo Ziyan only felt that the woman in front of him looked at him in a strange and scary way.

Yan Qiao said in a cold voice: "Let's go."

Si Shu nodded towards Yan Qiao with a smile on her face, turned back to look at Mo Ziyan expressionlessly, and asked through gritted teeth: "This classmate, aren't you leaving yet?"

Mo Ziyan: "..."

Are you so unwelcome to him?

He looked at a few people and found that no one seemed to welcome him.

Mo Ziyan fell into rare silence.

Si Su just thought that he had something to think about, and quickly took Yan Qiao and left.

When he came to his senses, he was the only one left standing there.

"..."

The ladies of the Si family are always like this.

Mo Ziyan sighed, turned around and walked in the opposite direction to everyone else.

Seeing that the annoying person was gone, Si Shu remembered what she wanted to ask: "Qiao Qiao, who were those people in the crowd just now?"

"From the Taoist class." Yan Qiao said calmly.

Hearing this, Si Su looked at Yan Qiao hesitantly: "Do you know them?"

"Yes, Mo Ziyan told me."

"Is it the man just now?"

"Ah."

Well, the hot chick man was somewhat useful, and at least he didn’t leave Qiao Qiao alone.

Thinking of this, Si Shu curled her lips.

"Don't take it to heart. If they could be the disciples of several principals, they would have done so a long time ago. Why wait until this time?"

Yan Qiao nodded: "Yes."