if you want to get those tattoos, you have to get some treasures suitable for the talent tree to absorb energy.in other words, it takes a lot of merit!Don't think about this for the time being. Altho...the lowest expectation means to choose the clan with the lowest grade. Don't be half-hearted, which means making only one choice.

if Lu Ye's understanding is correct, then this is what Pang Dahai finally said to him.

the key question now is whether you want to trust him or not!

after thinking for a moment, Lu Ye made up his mind, put down his brush and gave it to the Brother with his jade card, "Brother, I have chosen it."

the mustache eyebrow picked out: "Don't you think much about it"

Lu Ye looked down and said, "No need."

his endowment on this day was a little frightening, and it would be useless to choose another clan. Instead of pinning his hopes on the last blue blood clan, Pang Dahai didn't have to amuse himself on purpose. He gave him two pieces of ore anyway.

"OK." Mustache nodded, put away Lu Ye's "volunteer" and jade card, and looked down, "so you are that Lu Yiye."

"my name is Lu Ye, brother!" Lu Ye jumped at the corner of his eye.

"I see, Lu Yiye!" He looked at him with a smile and bit the word in the middle very hard.

Lu Ye wants to scold people. He got a nickname before he came out to walk around the world. How to mix in the future

and who on earth preached his one-leaf talent

A moment later, the mustache collected all the people's wishes, and the figure soared to the sky, turned into a streamer and folded to the eastern hillside.

there is a group of palaces in that location, which used to be inhabited by monks in the Valley of Evil Moon, but now it has become the temporary office of Haotian League, with monks constantly coming in and out, and a large number of seized materials piled up here, waiting for distribution.

he went straight down the road to the deepest palace, where a female monk was watching at the door of the main hall.

seeing his arrival, the woman asked, "have you taken care of it"

the moustache replied, "it's all here."

"leave it to me. Your excellencies are discussing the evacuation. I will submit it later when they have finished their discussion."

"this is the retreat" Mustache is obviously a bit of an accident.

the friar said, "the reaction of Wanmu Ridge is faster than expected. Several clans are already gathering hands, so we have to get out of here quickly."

the mustache nodded clearly. Although there are many people from Haotian League this time, this is already the territory of Magic Ridge. Once there is another confrontation, the other side can continue to send more manpower, and then the situation will be disadvantageous to their own side.

the Evil Moon Valley has been wiped out and a lot of benefits have been reaped, so it is natural to stop as soon as it is good.

handed the stack of paper to the woman, and the mustache left quickly.

the female monk waited outside the door for a while before he heard a mediocre voice inside: "send it in."

hearing this, she immediately pushed the hall away.

there are only ten people in the hall, representing the top ten clans who came to attack the Evil Moon Valley this time. The first one, who is awe-inspiring and not angry, is Pang Zhen, who is out of the upright valve, and is also the deputy leader of the Haotian Alliance. Among the people present, he is the tallest and has a divine sea.

the woman came to Pang Zhen, respectfully put down the pile of paper in her arms, and said, "excuse me, disciple!"

after she left, Pang Zhen flipped through the pile of paper in front of him, drew one out, and pushed the rest to the person in charge of Qingyumen.

for Lu Ye and others, every piece of paper here carries their future and dreams, but for people like Pang Zhen, these things are not worth looking at carefully.

every time we conquer the territory occupied by WanMu Ridge, we will save some people, and it is just an agreement to include some spiritual talents and talents from these people.

each of them has thousands of disciples, who would take another look if they were not particularly qualified and gifted.

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Lu Ye, there is obviously nothing worthy of their special attention.

A pile of more than a hundred sheets of paper was passed in front of one clan speaker, slowly becoming less and less. When he came to the Baihua Valley speaker, he selected more than a dozen people and was about to push it to the next one, when he suddenly seemed to find something new. He looked up at an old man at the last seat: "Old Tang, someone has chosen Bixuezong."

as soon as this remark came out, Pang Zhen, who was telling someone about something with Qingyumen, could not help looking up: "really"

he just picked one of the more than a hundred people at random and didn't look at the others carefully at all.

other people also showed unexpected expressions, and some even smiled and said, "there are still some discerning eyes among these little guys."... "

it seems that it is a great thing to choose the Bixue sect.

it was the old man who took Lu Ye out of the mine who was called Old Tang on the last seat.

Old Tang also looked surprised when he heard the words, because although Bi Xuezong had participated in such operations many times, he had never been chosen, even if those who were rescued had three chances to choose.

the grade of Bixuezong is too low, but those who have some ideals and pursuits will not choose.

although there was an accident, Tang Lao still waved his hand: "Bixue Zong does not accept disciples, you know." Had it not been for the current alliance rules, the name of Bixuezong would not have appeared on that piece of paper.

the person in charge of Baihua Valley said, "I'm afraid it won't work, Old Tang. He only chose Bixuezong, and no one else chose Bixuezong."

Old Tang, looking surprised, stretched out his hand and said, "Let me see."

he took the rest of the paper from Baihuagu, and Tang flipped through it one by one, only to find that, as he said, the man who chose Bixuezong only made one choice.

"Lu Ye." Old Tang looked at the name on the jade card and immediately remembered the young man he met in the mine. He was even more surprised that it was him.

the person in charge of Baihua Valley said, "according to League rules, in such a situation, Bixuezong must accept this man."

there is indeed such an alliance rule. Haotian League gives those who have been rescued three chances to choose, but if they use it only once, then the chosen clan must accept this person, as long as no one else makes the same choice. This rule is designed to give some people who are committed to Tao a chance. Among the major clans, only a few people know about it, and the rescued slaves will never know.

"this little guy." Tang Lao has some helplessness, Lu Ye chose Bixuezong seems to be a very difficult thing for him.

"Old Tang, it's time for Bixuezong to have a disciple." The person in charge of the hundred Flowers Valley advised, the conversation changed: "but although this little guy has an idea, but this talent seems to be somewhat unsatisfactory."

"what does it matter if there is a difference in talent talent is not everything. After so many years of spiritual practice, can't you see it clearly"

"have you seen the gift of one leaf"

"that's too bad. How did he get it"

"but now that he has made this choice, there is no room for Bixuezong to refuse."

"I'm afraid of the other side of Danxin Gate." When

mentioned Danxinmen, everyone immediately fell silent, as if he had mentioned something difficult to say.

"rules are rules! If Danxinmen has any opinions, tell them to come to me! " Pang Zhen, who had never spoken, said, "Old Tang, you take it. Although the talent of a leaf is not worth cultivating, you can at least keep the blue blood clan first. This may not be an opportunity."

Old Tang pinched the jade card of the landing leaves in his hand and said for a long time, "I'll think about it."g, they would be wiped out in an instant.of the people present, Lu Ye is the only one who is not affected by the poison fog.the heavy and messy footsteps behind him came to my ears, and the pace of ru...