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Chapter 232: I refuse to become a disciple, and the Ninja Master begs me to go?

Sanqing's face was also full of surprise, and he was extremely confused. He once suspected that he had heard wrongly.

The dignified saint leader invited him to accept a disciple, but this human ant actually refused. Who gave him the courage?
For a moment, the faces of the saint leaders were full of surprise and incomprehensible, shocked and angry.

Yuan Shi snorted coldly and said proudly:
"What a loud tone. This guy is really stupid. He even refused the invitation from Senior Brother. This is an opportunity that many people dream of. It seems that this guy is blind and doesn't understand the weight of joining our sect."

Yuan Shi shook his head in disdain, his eyes flashing with contempt and ridicule.

In everyone's opinion, this guy Xuandu must be at a low level and doesn't even know what the saint realm means.

Once you know the immeasurable power of the saint, you will definitely rush to your knees and beg to become a disciple.

Thinking of this, the expressions on everyone's faces softened a lot, and they were ready to follow the temptation and talk to each other nicely.

After all, Xuancheng will become a leading disciple in later generations. He has the No. 1 cultivation level among saints. His skills and potential are still extremely huge. Otherwise, he would not have entered the eyes of Taiqing Saint and come to accept disciples alone.

Leader Tongtian took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice:
"Xuandu Junior Nephew, have you thought clearly? Do you really want to reject our brothers and waste your great future? According to my calculation, if you become a disciple of Taiqing and attain the quasi-sage realm, do you really want to refuse? "

Tongtian followed the instructions, his face was full of confidence, and he felt that he had a chance to win.A giant in the quasi-sage realm is a unique figure in the ancient world. He can influence the situation of a battle. I think this stupid young man will not appreciate it.

The Second Saint of the West also snorted coldly and said with a sneer:
"Being valued by Senior Brother Taiqing is a blessing that many people dream of. You kid, you don't really think that you are a person. You actually have the guts to reject us. Do you know that all saints are ants? How can you mess with a saint? Affordable.”

As soon as these words came out, all the demons below also bared their teeth and claws, indignantly.If it were them, they would be unwilling to join the Demon Emperor's sect.

As a result, this stupid young man from the human race actually rejected the Three Pure Demon Emperors one after another. He was so arrogant that it was unreasonable.

The demons were so full of momentum that they prepared to rob him and carry this bastard back to the demon court. They would push him down on the ground and force him to worship him. After all, the face of the Sanqing Saint was not something that even an ant could brush off.

"Why are you talking nonsense to him? Just take him back to the Demon Court."

"The human race is the human race, and his vision is too short-sighted. When he breaks through to the Da Luo realm, he will know what kind of supreme opportunity he missed today."

"Hehe, I'll wait and see how long this bastard can keep his stubbornness. If he ignores the saint and doesn't become a disciple, does he still want to join the witchcraft?"

The demons shook their heads in disdain, extremely arrogant and full of sarcasm.

The face of Taiqing Saint Gujing Bubo was also moved, and he stepped forward and asked patiently:

"Oh? Do you know where I come from? I am the leader of the Ninja Sect and a saint of Hunyuan. Looking at the whole world, there are few people who are better than my teacher. Have you thought about it and really want to refuse to join the Ninja Sect and refuse to be my disciple?"

Taiqing spoke forcefully, but still had a smile on his face. He looked at this proud "disciple" lovingly and kindly, feeling full of confidence in his heart.

Everyone on the side looked expectantly and nodded repeatedly. At this time, Saint Taiqing revealed his identity. The other party must have been extremely regretful and was about to kneel down and worship him on the spot.

However, what made Taiqing and the demons stunned and shocked was that Xuandu smiled instead, the sarcasm on his face became more and more intense, and he flatly refused:
"The Ninja Cult, Saint Taiqing? Isn't that awesome? I'm sorry that I can't afford it, but I don't care if I don't join the Ninja Cult. Besides, I already have a candidate for my apprenticeship in my mind. Please don't force me, saints."

Xuandu was confident, arrogant and confident. He was not afraid at all, but he had some integrity, which made everyone surprised and admired.Moreover, at this time, a supreme figure indeed appeared in his mind, and his eyes shone with admiration and yearning. It was the senior witch who taught the golden elixir in Shouyang Mountain.

Ever since Xuandu became an immortal, he had been thinking of becoming a disciple of the legendary witch master, but he had never been able to enter.

And now that the Twelve Ancestral Witches have become saints and have established the Three Divisions of Ren and Interpretation, it is now time to open the door and join them to get closer to the opportunity of serving the Witch Lord, so how can he miss it.

It was precisely because he had a higher mountain to climb in his heart that he decisively rejected Taiqing's invitation without taking it seriously.

However, this scene fell before the eyes of everyone in the Demon Court, making everyone even more confused and shocked. They gasped wildly, feeling extremely incredible, and immediately exploded:

"What, did I hear it correctly? He really rejected the saint's invitation?"

"It's so crazy. Saint Taiqing and all the demon kings have revealed their identities, but he is not afraid and threatens to have another good teacher?"

"Hmph, young people are just ignorant. I want to see what kind of monster the master he wants to worship is. Can he really be on par with the Taiqing Saint?"

The demons on the side laughed in anger, and they all watched the show for a moment, watching the fate of this boy Xuandu.

In the eyes of the demons, looking at the ancient world, apart from the Saint Nuwa, there are several people who can be compared with the Saints of the Three Purities, but this Xuandu really doesn't understand the promotion and actually refuses it repeatedly.

It would be fine if he didn't know Sanqing's identity or his cultivation, but even though he knew it, he still pressed the face that Sanqing handed over to the ground and rubbed it, not giving face to the demon court and the saint at all. It was too arrogant.

Forget it if he were an ordinary quasi-sage. This kid is obviously weak and pitiful. He only has a cultivation level that the Golden Immortal can't match. He is also a weak follower of the human race. He doesn't even have a backer. He still pretends to be like this. He is simply crazy. .

The faces of the demons were gloomy, and their hearts were filled with anger. They wished they could throw a handful of ashes into the air to let him know how powerful he was.

The Second Saint of the West was also shocked and felt extremely confused:

"What, did I hear that right? He wants to find another good teacher, and he won't even join the ninja sect?"

Jie Yin and Zhunti were shocked and laughing, as if they had heard something extremely funny, leaning forward and back, their faces full of contempt and sarcasm.

He's just a little human immortal. He doesn't even have a backstage, and he doesn't have much vision and knowledge. He actually boasts that he has a good teacher to worship.

In normal times, a weak ant like Xuandu might not be able to see a quasi-sage in hundreds of millions of years. Now the saint came to visit him in person and refused directly. It was really ruining his future.

The Second Sage of the West had a look of regret and disdain on his face, watching the show with his hands behind his hands, looking at the deflated Senior Brother Taiqing with some amusement.

Taiqing, who was not afraid of even the Twelve Ancestral Witches on weekdays, was now being disadvantaged and humiliated at the hands of a young man from the human race. It was really unbelievable.

The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder, and you can hear a needle drop.

(End of this chapter)