1626 Duanmu Qing

"I-I-I, I will, I'll join okay! Ah?" Ma Ta yelled repeatedly as he squatted by the side while pitifully shielding his head.

"That's tactful of you." Qi Xuanxuan put her hands on her slim waist as she berated.

"You can do that too??" Some students who had yet to form a complete team protested angrily to Wei Xu, "Mentor! He is a second-year senior brother! This kind of team doesn't conform to the rules!"

"If you are able, you can also find some of the academy's second and third-year senior brothers to help you," Wei Xu responded coolly.

Those people instantly gave up!

You're joking. Where would they go find some second or third-year senior brother?

There was probably only this black cloaked-man who was such a clown to slip out at this kind of time to watch the fun. And also get caught!

But that black cloaked-man's cultivation certainly wouldn't be all that high seeing that he couldn't even beat a girl who possessed no cultivation at all. No wonder he could only remain in the academy forever as a second-year without graduating!

The remaining people hastily went to recruit others into their teams.

Meanwhile, Qiao Mu and company stood together and scanned the crowd of misfits.

"Looks like you need to find a support!" Ma Ta took out a black cloak from his inner world and wrapped himself with it. Finally dressed with decorum, he stood next to Qiao Mu while grinning at them.

"No need." Qi Xuanxuan said with a smirk, "Our team already has a support."

"Oh?" Ma Ta was surprised but just gave a smile.

"Last five minutes," Wei Xu reminded nonchalantly without any emotion showing on his face.

Some people who hadn't finished forming teams couldn't help but panic. They randomly asked others if they were support, and if they were, to quickly join their team.

One five-person team after another formed and stood still beside Che Ruman.

Qiao Mu creased her brows.

By this time, there basically wasn't anyone left to choose from. The remaining few people also hurried over to join Qiao Mu's four-person team.

"Scram!" Qi Xuanxuan yelled, "Didn't you guys say earlier that you didn't welcome us? How come you still want to join us? Do you have any shame? Hm? Where is it? Where is your shame?"

Qiao Mu curved her lips and did not say anything.

"Oi, Oi, Oi, Little Miss. Don't let your emotions dictate your decisions! There's less than one minute left right now. If you don't complete your team quickly, you will be eliminated! And then Mentor Wei Xu will kick you off the summit," Ma Ta pointed out with a mischievous chuckle.

"Why don't you show us how it's done?" The little fatty turned to say to him.

F*ck! Can't we just chat happily?

"There are 30 seconds left! Have you all formed your teams?" Wei Xu's cold gaze settled on Qiao Mu and company. He then mocked, "One can be proud but can't be overly so! If you can't even form the most basic five-person team, that goes to show you simply don't have the capacity for teamwork or the charisma to garner support! Having too lofty of a standard will result in failure to form your team."

"Duanmu Qing, apothecary, is joining the team. There are five people now." A chilly voice entered Qiao Mu's ears through the crowd.

As the crowd shifted their gazes, a tall youth in white clothes strolled over. His inky hair was secured with only a single hair ribbon.

He was around 19, and his facial features were prominent as if they were carved with a knife. His pitch-black eyes emitted an icy chill, without a ripple of emotion in them at all. They were as abstruse as the frosty water at the bottom of an ancient well.

However, Qiao Mu's eyes were practically bulging when she locked her gaze onto the newcomer.