Chapter 837： Master, give me a hug? (11)

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Fengqian salted the fish for a few days, and soon it was time for the apprenticeship meeting.

Qingyu faction.

"Have you heard? The Master will come at this apprentice conference."

"Master? Does this mean that Master is going to accept an apprentice?"

"No? Will Master accept apprentices?"

"Who knows, anyway, the news from the party may not be true."

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The apprenticeship meeting is held in the open air.

The head of the Qingyu Sect and the elders were already seated.

Beside the head, there is an empty chair.

The following Qingyu Sect disciples also saw it.

The Qingyu Sect recruits disciples every four years. Every time they recruit a disciple, a group of disciples with the most outstanding talents and roots will be selected.

At each apprenticeship meeting, the chair next to the head that was reserved for Yunzhuo Shangshen was empty.

The master of the Qingyu School, Yun Zhuo, is known to everyone.

But out of respect, every apprentice conference will still leave a chair for the master.

Now this year, there are rumors that the Master will attend in person, and many people have expressed doubts.

Most of the disciples of the Qingyu School who were onlookers were looking for a glimpse of the Master's face.

After all, the other party is the only **** of the Protoss.

It is said that the appearance is also the posture of the world.

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"Master, am I going to go up with them later?"

The little girl raised her finger and pointed to the person waiting on the side, and turned her head to look at the person beside her.

Yun Zhuo nodded, his eyes were light, and there was no trace of waves.

"Oh."

Before leaving, the girl grabbed his arm, hugged it, and released it.

All the action happened in just a few seconds.

Feng Qian changed into the clothes of a disciple of the Qingyu School, wearing a white robe with immortal aura.

The blue silk was **** and scattered behind him.

Yun Zhuo froze in place for a few seconds, with the girl's back in sight.

After a long time, he looked back.

After Yun Zhuo was seated, the disciples of the Qingyu faction who were still chatting outside the venue instantly fell silent.

The man was dressed in white, and his face was cold, as if covered with frost.

The cold and dusty temperament also makes people give birth to the meaning of blasphemy.

The head of the Qingyu faction, Rong Qi, sat in the center, and Yun Zhuo sat on his left.

Rong Qi is younger than Yun Zhuo, but he looks older.

According to his seniority, Rong Qi wanted to call Yun Zhuo as his uncle.

Yun Zhuo was promoted to God at the age of seventeen, and after two years, he was promoted to God again.

The appearance will not change.

Counting the age, Yun Zhuo is nearly 20,000 years old.

"Does Shishu plan to accept an apprentice today?"

Rong Qi tilted his head to look at the man beside him.

The other party is sitting upright, with a cold expression between the unparalleled brows and eyes, and the white clothes further exudes a cold and dusty temperament.

Yun Zhuo let out a faint "hmm".

As soon as the voice fell, there was a hearty laughter from the right side.

The man dressed in purple swayed the folding fan in his hand lazily, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that captured the soul, it was really beautiful.

He smiled and said, "If you want to come to Master Yunzhuo, you can't stand the loneliness of being alone for a long time."

Rong Qi turned to look at him, frowning slightly.

The man in purple chuckled lightly, "It's offensive to speak, I hope my uncle doesn't blame him."

"No problem."

Yun Zhuo responded in a low voice, her expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, her gaze fell silently in the corner, and the girl bowed her head and kicked a non-existent stone.

Soon.

The chief disciple of the Qingyu faction stood up and announced the start of the apprenticeship meeting.

The pre-selected disciples walked from the crowd to the center of the platform in an orderly manner.