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When he heard Ouyang Yaojuan's invitation, that melodious, clear voice was like a warbler's cry as it echoed in Ling Yan's ears. Ling Yan stopped walking and glanced at Ouyang Yaojuan.

"Junior brother Ling Yan, come. Our fellow brothers and sisters in the Sword Arts Department welcome you."

A short 'oh' as an auxiliary phrase caused Ouyang Yaojuan's voice to be filled with a hint of playfulness as she strummed her heartstrings.

The youngsters below were intoxicated by what they heard. Some of the new junior disciples could not help but look at Ling Yan with jealousy. Why didn't they have such good luck and receive Ouyang Yaojuan's invitation?

With such an unparalleled beauty inviting them over and over again, all men would agree to it. Everyone was very sure, as if if if Ling Yan didn't agree, then they wouldn't be men.

They all looked towards Ling Yan, and once again, Ling Yan became the center of attention.

As soon as Yi Fazi heard Ouyang Yaojuan's voice, he had a bad premonition. His body flashed, and he instantly appeared in the middle of the square, right in front of Ling Yan.

The sudden appearance of a figure in front of him caused Ling Yan to jump in fright. His heart leapt into his throat and he reacted completely out of reflex. He threw a heavy punch, and the wind from his fist flashed past!

"Ke ke, little fellow, you have a fast reaction. However, do not be nervous." Rong Yi extended his hand to grab Ling Yan's fist as he chuckled and said.

"You are?" Ling Yan asked doubtfully as he looked at the red-haired old man with a body as strong as a cow's.

At the same time, he was secretly shocked. His punch with wind was unknowingly received by the old man in front of him. It was as if what he punched was not a punch with destructive force, but a baby's fist.

Rong Yi released Ling Yan's right hand and looked him up and down. At such a close distance, Ling Yan's Qi and blood were as vigorous as a furnace. He was a Body Cultivator and could clearly sense it. A look of satisfaction flashed across Rong Yi's eyes.

"This old man is a medical elder, Huiyi."

Chief of Body, Old Man!

Ling Yan's heart skipped a beat. He didn't think that the Elders would appear so soon. Didn't they say that they would only appear after all the new budding disciples had chosen their subjects and take the undergraduate students to the living area?

"Greetings, Elder."

However, Ling Yan hadn't forgotten the proper etiquette. He immediately bowed towards Rong Yi.

"Hehe, no need to be so formal. Little fellow, you are a Body Cultivator, right? I am also a Body Cultivator, so I can be considered a family member. You're not bad. From now on, you can ask me any questions about cultivation!"

Rong Yi laughed as he spoke, as if Ling Yan was already a physical disciple.

"Thank you, Elder."

Ling Yan also smiled. He had originally planned to choose the physical body. He was very surprised at the invitation, but since he had already decided on the matter, he would not change it. Furthermore, Ouyang Yaojuan was the young miss of the Ouyang Family, Ouyang Chao's older sister.

With regards to Ouyang Chao, his personality was eccentric, paranoid, and narrow-minded. Ling Yan's heart was filled with disgust, and even the entire Ouyang Family didn't have a good impression of him. Therefore, when Ouyang Yaojuan invited him, Ling Yan only felt surprised and didn't have any other special thoughts.

"What? An elder?" Rong Yi glared and pretended to be angry.

"Ugh …" Ling Yan immediately reacted and was about to call for his teacher.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish ~"

With a few soft sounds, a few old men with unfathomable auras appeared in front of the crowd.

The moment he saw these people come out, Rong Yi's face darkened.