Chapter 630 The Master Is Already Waiting for You Two

Besides, letting them come over is also a way for them.

Otherwise, if they don't want to see them, they can just drive them away directly, or simply refuse them, without being so ambiguous, and clearly want to test them, or at least put on airs.

After all, he is the master of the holy land, and should be the senior among the seniors, while they are just juniors.

If the juniors want to see the elders, the elders have to come out to meet them. This doesn't make sense anywhere, and it's even more impossible. Even the seniors who are polite and humble will never do this.

However... there is a long way to go.

Sighing, Sanzang and Shenming put away the idea of ​​wanting this little rabbit to introduce them. After saying goodbye to Taiyin Yuetu, they walked quickly in the direction indicated by the road guide.

Although I don't know how often the person in charge of the guide will appear, it is better to be faster than slower.

Although Taiyin Yuetu was concentrating on making mutton soup, his eyes, as clear as spring water, were extremely smart and could see everything clearly.

"If I am not mistaken, Sanzang and Shenming are holding tickets to register for the Holy Land Selection... What's going on? They are golden funeral masters... Could it be that... Sanzang and Shenming are going to rebel against the Burial Domain?"

Watching Sanzang and Shenming leave one after another, Taiyin Yuetu frowned. He didn't know how many reasons and situations he thought about in his head for a moment, but in the end, he couldn't tell which one was more reliable. He shook his not-so-smart head and concentrated on making the mutton soup in front of him.

Who cares?

Anyway, with Lord Liushen, no matter what the problem is, it can be solved easily.

"Mutton soup, selling mutton soup, fresh and delicious mutton soup..."

Liu Village, back mountain.

The whispers of a little rabbit flashed by his ears. Jiang Huai couldn't help laughing for some reason. He rubbed the tip of his pen. This little rabbit actually believed in himself. No wonder he was almost caught and made into a roasted whole rabbit in the ruins. It was just so "stupid" that others couldn't imitate him.

However, it was precisely because of this stupidity that the other party was able to join the Holy Land and become his believer in such a short time. He had already reached a very high level of faith.

"Sir, what good thing did you think of? Why are you laughing so happily?"

On the side, on the mountain road dotted with lush grass, the God of Willow walked slowly, wearing a light gauze skirt. The hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps, like clouds and mist. Her figure was graceful, like a willow branch swaying gently. Her long hair was like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind. A jade hairpin was pinned between her black hair, adding a bit of fairy spirit.

At this moment, the other party had a faint smile on his lips, his eyebrows were like a crescent moon, gently curved, and he was looking at Jiang Huai with tenderness.

"I just suddenly thought of something interesting." Jiang Huai stepped forward and took the woman into his arms.

"By the way, there is something I want to tell you."

"Oh? Please tell me, sir?" The woman said softly with eyes as bright as water.

"The Burial Domain sent two golden funeral masters here, and I don't know what they are doing?

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Sanzang and Shenming were very fast.

It didn't take long for them to move forward.

A row of two-story brick and tile houses made of blue bricks suddenly caught the eyes of the two golden funeral masters.

There was nothing strange about the tunnels. It was just ordinary blue bricks and green tiles. The only advantage was that it had its own door and courtyard, which was quiet and peaceful, and there was no need to worry about someone suddenly running over to disturb it.

"Liu Shengdi is so generous. Could it be that everyone who came to sign up for the selection can be temporarily assigned to such a small courtyard? "Sanzang muttered.

There is no need to observe all the time. Just from the number of people queuing today, it is not difficult to guess how popular the registration is. It can be called the ultimate grand occasion rarely seen in the entire fairyland for several epochs. Those who come here to participate in the selection, regardless of their talent, are probably at least eight out of ten, as long as they can move and have no master.

With such a large number, the lord of Liu Village naturally cannot take all of them. In that case, Liu Holy Land will definitely not be so outstanding and sacred in the eyes of everyone. It’s just that I don’t know what the selection criteria are and how strict they are.

Put the thoughts in the back of your head.

Sanzang and Shenming each went to their own courtyards, waiting for the arrival of the person who would take them in.

In this way, a few days passed in a flash.

Until the seventh day when the sun set in the west and the fiery red afterglow overturned the corner of the courtyard, someone finally knocked on the door.

"You two, let's go. "The exiled immortal was wearing a white shirt, and the hem of his shirt fluttered in the wind, as if carrying the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. There was a sense of coldness between his eyebrows that was beyond the world, and his eyes were as deep as stars, without any dust.

Even Shenming and Sanzang were subconsciously stunned.

Most of the cultivators have immortal style, especially the creatures in the fairyland, even more so. Even if they are funeral masters, they are enlightened by dead bones, and their faces are still very acceptable.

But to be honest.

It seems that this person will ascend to heaven in broad daylight in the next moment. This is the first time they have seen such a person. It is too immortal.

Behind the other party, there is also a group of mighty figures, not a few in number, of different races, but they all remain in the human form.

At a glance, these creatures are full of vitality and blood, as hot as the sun, and their foundation is not bad. I think they should be competitors in the same batch as them.

But if all the competitors in this batch are like this, they will be relieved immediately.

This group of creatures of different races are okay, but they are not top-level geniuses.

The two were reciting in this way, and the exiled immortal suddenly spoke: "Two friends from the Burial Domain, according to the test, you have reached the level of half-step Burial King. If you can reach the level of Quasi-Burying King in such a short time, you don't need to participate in the competition..."

The young man's words shocked Sanzang and Shenming. It was not what they expected.

The most important thing is.

How did the other party see their Quasi-Burying King strength?

It can be seen that they are burial masters, which is barely justifiable. As burial masters, they are surrounded by death. Even if they hide it, they will be different from the creatures of all races in the fairyland. This is inevitable and excusable.

But the realm of cultivation is different. Compared with the aura of the burial masters, the former is actually much easier to hide, not to mention that they still have the ancestral screen in their hands.

Sanzang and Shenming did not think that the young man in front of them, who was like a banished immortal, had seen through their falsehood.

It could only be that person... or the place where the applicants were accommodated was covered by a treasure that could see through all illusions.

"Since we don't need to take the test... then can we meet the master of Liu Village!"

In the end, Sanzang reacted faster and asked immediately.

The banished immortal smiled slightly, like a spring breeze, and then nodded gently, extending a gesture of invitation.

"Please follow me, the master is waiting for you..."