Chapter Twenty-One: The Wrong Way to Open It

t harms the body.If so, the talent tree will naturally be able to burn it.Compared, the Burning Soul Thunder's movement is much more intense than burning poison. It seems to consume fuel at a much gre...Inside the Fei Long's cabin, Lu Ye looked around, but when he came to his senses, he found that Elder Tang was already sitting on the cushion.

He hurried over and sat down respectfully in front of Old Tang.

Fate is sometimes quite peculiar. Meeting inside a mine, Lu Ye never expected to become a disciple of Elder Tang's sect. However, regardless of how things happened, from now on he had a place in this world. Thinking about this, a warm feeling flowed through his heart.

Choosing the Blood Pact Sect was a last resort, but if this is the sect where Old Tang resides, it's not entirely unacceptable.

Lü Yè was startled.

Although he didn't know much about the practices of the cultivation world, he understood what being the headmaster meant.

Although he had guessed that Elder Tang's position in the Bixue Sect should be high, he never expected that the person before him was actually the sect master.

He hurriedly bowed and said, “Disciple greets the Headmaster.”

“Today, although I accept you into the sect, there are laws of the country and rules of the sect. You are not yet a formal disciple, only a registered name. You need to pass some tests before you can truly enter. The content of the test will be revealed later. When you return to the sect, you will know. Besides, with your current cultivation level, it’s far too early for you to take the test.”

Lu Ye listened attentively and replied, "Understood, Master."

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Now that I have joined the Bixue Sect and been accepted by the sect master in person, there is no need to hide it.

Tang Lao now understood what was going on. He looked at the storage pouch at Lu Ye's waist and then at the second storage pouch he had taken out.

This kid, in that mine shaft, killed more than just one person from the Evil Moon Valley!

>>owever, they were pinned down by the Wan Mo Ling cultivator, unable to resist at all.The Luyè Divine Thought surged, clearly feeling that the insect race before him had little resistance. With ease, i...