Chapter 951: Final selection

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After the temporary tent, although Ye Lingyue carefully examined the perimeter of the temporary tent, none of the perpetrators were found.
She also noticed whether any of these candidate disciples were injured, but they did not see any difference.
Ye Lingyue did not know that in these few days, Hong Mingyue was hiding in his temporary tent.
"Waste, a bunch of unused waste."
In a tent away from the tent where Ye Lingyue and others are located, Hong Mingyue is sitting on a silver fox fur, the appearance of a female leader.
Beside her, she served several young men and women with different looks.
Their eyes are a bit sluggish, with awe in the eyes, these are the people controlled by Hong Mingyue using Soul Art.
Among them, there were several sturdy teenagers who deliberately provoked Huang Jun and slandered Ye Lingyue.
The injuries on them are still not perfect, and they all look so embarrassing.
Hong Mingyue thought earlier that Ye Lingyue took a drag bottle and controlled himself for more than a dozen people. He could take the opportunity to bully her.
I know, things are just the opposite. I don’t know what kind of evil means Ye Lingyue used, and I have so many people.
It is said that Ye Lingyue’s group of people has at least a hundred people.
With so many people, Hong Mingyue did not dare to do it again.
I thought that I had already killed the little cockroach, and I could make Ye Lingyue suffer a bit. I know that the little cockroach did not die.
Hong Mingyue has already heard that the little emperor has not died.
It was really a bad thing, Hong Mingyue was angry, and there was a pain in his face. The wound that was previously scratched by the male sword Jiulong was hurting.
"I still want to do something, take my myopathy, and have a mirror."
Hong Mingyue has been injured for two days.
When she came back, she had already checked it. The wound was not the size of the fingernail. After using some of the medicines left by Chen Hongru, the wound quickly stopped bleeding.
Hong Mingyue was born with a natural beauty, although he changed his face with Yudan Dan, which was a bit less than earlier.
But after she learned the joyfulness, her temperament changed, but it made up for her lack of appearance.
Even so, Hong Mingyue is extremely fond of her face.
After she took the medicine, she had no wounds in her face, and she carefully applied it several times.
When she saw the scar without a scar, she was happy with her face.
But at this moment, she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes suddenly stagnate.
She was originally on the skin like a shelled egg, and suddenly gave birth to a black spot of the size of a fingernail.
The location of the dark spot is the place where it was injured earlier.
"How can there be spots?"
Hong Mingyue thought that he had made a mistake, took the mirror, and carefully examined it again.
The more she can see, the more she discovers that the black spot, like a birthmark, grows in the corner of her eye.
"what!"
Hong Mingyue left the mirror.
It is the sword! That sword must be weird.
Hong Mingyue remembered the one that was automatically attacked without being controlled by people.
The sword was black and lacquered, and it was cold and chilly that made Hong Mingyue's bones cold. Could it be that the sword made dark spots on her face?
Hong Mingyue naturally does not know that the male sword of the Kowloon Sword is Ye Lingyue used a gray fire, and then combined with the dragon blood of the phoenix, the heavy body of the witch, and the genius material treasure.
These spiritual materials are all things from yin to yang.
Among them, the yin to the yin, especially the blood of the phoenix and the sorcerer, after refining, became the male sword of the Kowloon.
The suffocating, ordinary people carried in the sword can't bear it.
And this kind of suffocation will spread a little bit, and the dark spot is just the beginning.
Hong Mingyue is no exception.
Hong Mingyue thought about going for a long time, or smashed the mirror.
She looked at the dirty black spot on the corner of her eye and couldn't wait to dig her down.
She thought about it, took out a box of good rouge gouache, rubbed layers and layers, and covered the corners of the eyes with bangs, which was relieved.
"Well, wait until the final selection, and then repair Ye Lingyue and that little cockroach."
Hong Mingyue thought about the final selection that is coming tomorrow, and his mouth floated with a smile.
Among the people she controlled, one of her brothers joined the Solitary Sea in the early years, and Hong Mingyue had already inquired about the final selection.
If the final selection is really as she heard, then Ye Lingyue and the little cockroach, no one will be selected.
By then, the two became the soft persimmon that she had pinned.
Time is fleeting.
In the eager anticipation of all the candidate disciples, the final selection day of Solitary Moon has finally arrived.
On the third day, outside the temporary tent, fishing rods that were not seen for several days appeared.
He changed his dress and changed his long gown.
"Everyone listens, every ten people are in a row, waiting for every ten people, and going with me to participate in the final selection."
After the fishing rod said, everyone arranged the team separately.
Ye Lingyue and Xiaodi and Luo Yicheng are in a row.
Hong Mingyue and several of her men also stood in a row.
The candidate disciples who were taken away by the fishing rod did not return.
Some of them should have been selected by reason, but the rest of them are unknown.
The fishing rod's tone is very tight. When I come back to lead people, I will not disclose anything about the final selection.
As a result, as the number of people in the temporary camps decreased, the camp’s sky was like a layer of low pressure.
Even the Luo Yi, who has always liked to talk and laugh, is also nervous at this time.
"Oh, I am really worried, this is the last time we met."
Luo Yi said with emotion.
"What do you say, maybe we will all be selected, even if we are not selected, we will not stay in the lonely sea."
Ye Lingyue comforted Luo Yi. Behind her, the little emperor looked worried and careless. The two seemed to have no worries about the upcoming final selection.
"If my sister-in-law knows that I have become a servant, I will feel very embarrassed. And I have heard that the chores cannot be used to learn martial arts, nor can they be in contact with ordinary disciples. I hope we will not become chores."
Luo Yizheng said, the fishing rod came over, he swept his eyes, and his eyes stayed on Ye Lingyue and Xiaodi, and stayed for a while.
"It’s your turn to follow you and follow me."
Ye Lingyue looked around, there were only three or forty people in the camp, and the time had already arrived in the afternoon. It seems that the final selection has already been carried out.
I heard that Gu Yuehai recruits disciples every year, up to 50 people. I don't know how many people in the previous group were successfully selected.
"Old people, you have to wait."
Just as the fishing rod was ready to turn around, Ye Lingyue suddenly stopped him.