Chapter 1593: Potential contest
"Take out the blood of the potential competition?" Xiao Yun shook his head quickly.
This will not work.
Many new disciples just waited for the potential contest and showed their fists. If the prize is taken off because of him, the whole newcomer of the sect will have opinions on him.
Especially those newcomers who have the strength to compete for the first place will hate him even more.
How does this work!
Isn't it true that it is not even out?
The other blood is very important, he doesn't believe it.
However, he couldn't ask either, this thing was kept by the other party, and he couldn't allow him to question it.
"In that case, I can only think of other ways." Xiaoyun turned his head and arched his hands and left the training room.
Walking on the road, the more I think, the more angry.
"The origin of this person is unknown. On the surface, he has been exhausted for the sect, but in fact he has a ghost in his heart.
"I really don't know why the Sect Master wants him to be the Deputy Sect Master."
As an old man of the sect, he has always managed the most important positions.
But in recent years, he has been squeezed out and secretly.
He was transferred to recruiting martial artists in the small world, that kind of insignificant and seemingly very important job.
Speaking of it, recruiting foreign warriors is a major event that affects the potential of a sect.
It is a major event related to the prosperity of the sect for a century.
But actually.
The small world only came to ten warriors in half a year, and sometimes only two in half a year.
Just send a disciple to solicit, why do you have to do it with a dignified emperor, someone with high respect in the sect?
Of course, no matter how reluctant, he can only complain in his heart.
For the development of the sect, he could not fight inwardly and gave other sects a chance.
I have no choice but to do it first.
Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise that made him discover Qin Ming's talent.
"It seems that I can only wait for the Sect Master to leave the customs, and I don't know when I will see the Sect Master."
Xiaoyun shook his head sadly.
The martial artist cultivates, every breath and every moment is very precious, fighting for fate with the heavens.
The sooner the exchange of blood, the greater Qin Ming's prospects.
So when he discovered that Qin Ming was reliable and a plastic talent, he wanted to get him a piece of blood.
It's just a pity that he was blocked by the deputy suzerain.
The suzerain retreat, no one can disturb.
Even he has no way to see the sovereign.
"Forget it, let's see if Qin Ming needs help first, I can only talk about it later."
Shaking his head, Xiaoyun pointed his toes, and the person had disappeared in place.
Vice Sect Master Xi Xingyuan's training room.
After Xiaoyun left, he waited for a while before shouting to the villain who was waiting outside: "Go and call the son."
"Yes!" A respectful voice came from outside the door.
Soon, a young master Pian Pian walked in by pushing the door.
"Father, you are looking for me."
Xi Xingyuan nodded: "Xing'er, you can check it with me, Xiaoyun found a genius."
"If you can pull it to our side, then pull it to our side."
"If you can't..."
"Father, I know!" Xi Xing smiled cruelly.
People who are not them are naturally enemies.
Only a dead enemy is a good enemy.
Of course, in the sect, it is not possible to kill, even if it is wrong.
But outside the sect?
Xi Xingyuan: "You must take this matter to heart and investigate it carefully."
"Xiaoyun specifically asked for heavenly blood for him."
"Xiaoyun specifically asks for heavenly blood?" Xi Xing's expression turned straight.
Xiaoyun is an old man of the sect. He actually put down an old face for this unknown person. What on earth is this person worth Xiaoyun's price?
