Chapter 1212

As long as they climb up, there is still a chance for them. If they go back like this, they are afraid of being very poor all their lives and doing nothing!

Mu xiaxue stands at the top of the mountain, looks at Liu Changqing with complicated eyes, silently opens her mouth, and then turns to enter the mountain gate.

Liu Changqing's figure was frozen in place. The youth at the top of the mountain looked at him sympathetically, shook his head, and left with a long sigh.

Survival of the fittest, though it is an eternal theory.

But in this environment of great competition, believing in others is tantamount to destroying one's own fairyland.

The youth can see Liu Changqing's accomplishments. He sighs with regret. He only hopes that he will have better luck. It's also good for him to be taken back to be a disciple outside the gate.

Otherwise, such a good talent will be wasted.

Liu Changqing saw mu xiaxue's spoken language clearly. He smiled sarcastically and couldn't open his eyes because of the bright sunshine on his head. Before he came, my father told him not to trust others and not to be too soft hearted. He promised to leave it behind in the next second.

Sure enough, the words of the older generation still need to be heard sometimes.

However, the last chance is gone. Think of heaven and hell, mostly! He has changed from the most hopeful to the lowest.

There are more than a dozen of them coming up behind. Liu Changqing and them, along with the disciples leading the way, walked forward together.

Wushangzong square is surrounded by towering pillars that can't be seen to the end. The flag of wushangzong is flying in the center. The totem is two crossed long swords, magnificent and atmospheric.

There is a huge stone around, dense gold font, engraved with the supreme rules.

Headmaster Xie Tianning is sitting in the center, four elders are sitting on one side, and a position that is even with the headmaster is empty. Mu xiaxue guesses that it's the seat of the elder, immortal Zihuang. It's as high as the legend says.

The power is comparable to the leader.

In addition to the elders, there are more than a dozen martial uncles around, who among them is her master?

Her eyes couldn't help glancing at the empty position of the highest point, and she clenched her fist.

Yu Guangzhong and Liu Changqing stand on the periphery. Only after they are elected can he have a chance. But most likely, those elders and martial uncles turn their heads and go away without looking at them.

It's him who robbed his place.

I'm sorry --

I don't know how many times I've repeated it. Mu xiaxue clenched her fist. I really need this opportunity. I can't go back to the time when the poor were humiliated by the white eyes. So, I'm sorry.

But if you can come again, mu xiaxue thinks, he will choose to do it!

The guilt in Apricot's eyes faded slowly, and her eyes became firm.

It's a long way to go. She will reach the highest point!

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according to the Convention, ten people, each of them go to the headmaster in turn to test their spiritual roots and accomplishments. Only after the assessment is completed will it be the turn of the remaining ten people.

Liu Changqing stood quietly in place, looking at the girl's figure with plain eyes, not sad or unhappy. Since things have happened, it's useless to think about more. Everyone wants to climb up. Liu Changqing understands that there is nothing to resent. He was distracted in the assessment.

It's just that the brain is wooden. The world of cultivating immortals is so cruel. It's the first lesson that mu xiaxue taught him.

Maybe it's all about the assessment.