Xiaoyao Sect Has a Genius

The world of immortality is too complicated. He has been in seclusion for three hundred years, survived ninety-nine thunderstorms, and been reincarnated a thousand times... All for the sake of a place in immortality. Song Qinghuan, male, casual cultivator, poor. The sect cannot afford to be admitted to the expensive sect, so he applied for the sword sect five times with an ancestral gray iron sword. This is the fifth rejection. He met everyone's joking eyes, then looked at the words "scrap iron grade" on the spirit testing stone in front of him, and had an epiphany on the spot. With a big wave of his hand, he gave up on the unattainable Jian Zong, turned around and patted the unknown white-robed disciple who was dozing off and guarding the stall next to him. "Brother, are you still hiring? Just take care of the food." He is determined to show off, but he is showing off, how can he become a disciple of the Xiaoyao clan? No one informed me. There was no one in front of the stall because the admission score was too high and no one dared to come. While others achieve enlightenment through meditation, he relies solely on sleeping to build his foundation. During the competition in the world of cultivating immortals, the senior brothers and sisters held up a 100-meter-long banner and circled the field to support the competition. The junior brothers and sisters waved the flag and shouted: Come on, senior brother! The master took a sip of tea slowly and leaned back leisurely on the chair: Old man from the Jian Sect, thank you very much for sending me a good seedling from the Xiaoyao Sect. On the stage, Song Qinghuan held a long sword and grinned: The road is long, let's eat first.