Meng Fei got used to it

Chapter 215 Named Disciple
There was a strong coercion in the tone, and the pressure made everyone feel a little weak and unsteady, and even a little timid even knelt down.

Yue Qingmo also had difficulty breathing, but Mu Xueyuan approached her as if nothing had happened and said in a low voice, "I heard that this old guy is on the verge of becoming a god, but his cultivation level is also average."

"Pull it down, it's just the heavenly realm." Yue Qingmo despised it.

Tianjing also dared to pretend to bully a group of juniors in a place like Yechen Kingdom, a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, it was really tasteless and overconfident.

"Isn't it? Who did you hear from?"

"Of course I see with my eyes." Seeing with the eyes of a mysterious spiritual master, Li Qin's body is surrounded by green light, and with a round belly, he is almost a thousand-year-old bastard.

"Huh?" Mu Xueyuan blinked, and touched her arm teasingly, "Only the high-level can see the low-level, how can the low-level see the high-level? Did Master Yue leave you some magic weapon? Lend me too." Open your eyes."

"Ah..." Yue Qingmo was taken aback, "But I can always watch it." Naturally, in the cultivation world of the previous life, those with high mana can spy on those with low mana at will, but not vice versa.But after transmigrating, she found that she had always been able to see through other people's cultivation at will, and she took it for granted that the laws of heaven and earth in Xuantian Continent were like this.

"Shh, don't say anything." Mu Xueyuan hurriedly pulled her back to her seat, and instructed in a low voice.

Yue Qingmo naturally knew that this kind of thing should not be publicized, so she nodded to thank her.

The dancer who happened to be performing had already entered the arena, and the food and drinks had already been served, both of them pretended it was nothing and turned their attention elsewhere.

In the first place, Ye Tianhao leaned in front of Li Qin and pointed at Yue Qingmo, "Master, this is the woman my apprentice is looking for. A few days ago, I was only at the Yellow Realm, and in the blink of an eye, I am at the late stage of the Profound Realm. She is indeed capable."

Li Qin nodded slowly, very satisfied, "The aptitude is good, if she is willing to marry you, I don't mind accepting her as a registered student."

Ye Tianhao was overjoyed, "Please trouble master to be the master for this disciple."

"It's on me." Just as the song and dance performance was over, Li Qin cleared his throat and said loftily, "Who is Yue Qingmo? Stand up and let me see."

Yue Qingmo, who was chatting with Mu Xueyuan, looked puzzled, but she still went out and saluted respectfully, "Junior Yue Qingmo pays respects to senior."

Li Qin squinted his mung bean eyes again, and looked at her with a smile, "Miss Yue is beautiful and talented, she is really a rare talent. Although the old man can't randomly accept a student who enters the house, it is still possible to accept a registered student. "

It was already obvious what he meant, he wanted to accept Yue Qingmo as a registered disciple.

"Then I wish you the best of luck in finding a suitable disciple as soon as possible." Yue Qingmo was extremely indifferent, pretending not to understand.

Li Qin suddenly lowered his face, "You don't want to worship me as your teacher?"

The registered disciples of Qingchengzong are also disciples. Except for the outstanding few who are thinking about Junyang Academy, the rest of the younger generations will rush to Qingchengzong if they have the opportunity.

How dare she refute her face in such a way in public, she simply did not take him seriously.

Yue Qingmo still had an attitude of neither overbearing nor humble, "Forgive me, senior, but this junior has already decided to enter Junyang Academy."

He was rejected?
Li Qin's face became even more ugly, "Yue Qingmo, I accepted you as my apprentice for the sake of my apprentice. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant. You are such a disrespectful person, you still want to enter Junyang School Palace? It’s just a dream.”

(End of this chapter)