Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 4 The Fake Immortal
The family members who came with her also came over immediately.

After seeing them leave, the surrounding people immediately exploded.

"I didn't expect that the first one would have a fairy fate! How lucky!"

"It would be great if this was my girl!"

"It's a pity that it's just a girl's picture. If I were a strong son, he would be a shining star."

Lu Qingye stretched his neck, wanting to see what the selected girl got, whether there was really a powerful elixir.

It's a pity that Liu Jia covered her up too tightly, she was not tall among the crowd.

Lu Qingye was a little disappointed, but he couldn't help but have more expectations.

She often turned her head to look in the direction of Second Master Lu.

It's a pity that with the rapid progress of the team, she gradually lost sight of Second Master Lu.

The originally long line in front decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After Liu Jia, there were hundreds of people but none of them had a fairy fate.

This made everyone start to feel a little restless.

The disciples of Shangyao Sect who thought they were lucky at first also became less interested.

As there were fewer and fewer people in front of the team, Lu Qingye also became nervous.

"Next, Omura Lu Daqiang!"

Hearing the name of a familiar person, the villagers of Damu Village in the team couldn't help but crane their necks to look.

In the past few days, Zhang Cui has been talking about her son as a miraculous person.

Both Zhang Cui and her man looked at their son nervously.

"Daqiang, you must have a fairy fate!"

At the end of the day, Zhang Cui was extremely nervous. Although she had been preaching these days, she believed that Lu Daqiang was born extraordinary.

Lu Daqiang held his head high and his chest high, and his somewhat fat body stood out among the many rural children.

It can be seen that the Lu family is quite pampered towards Lu Daqiang.

Lu Daqiang had only one thought in his mind at the moment, and that was to surprise everyone!
He believed what his mother said, that he must be a fairy boy who descended to earth and was destined to become an immortal!

Lu Daqiang stretched out his hand confidently, and put his chubby hand on Yubai's spirit measuring pillar.

A pair of small eyes stared at the soul-detecting pillar.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

There is no change in the spirit measuring column.

Lu Daqiang's face couldn't help but change slightly. After passing through so many people, he knew that only when this pillar was lit up would there be a fairy fate.

He took his hand away in disbelief and pressed it up again.

But it was still the same result, which made him anxious.

"Mayor... Immortal, is this pillar of yours broken, why is it not lit?!"

When the disciples of Shangyao Sect heard this, they couldn't help but frown.

In order to ensure fairness, the leading disciple poured spiritual power into his hands.

"There is no abnormality in the spirit measuring pillar, you have no destiny."

The words "Wuxianyuan" echoed in Lu Daqiang's mind, causing his whole face to turn red quickly and then gradually turn white.

"No...impossible! My mother said, I am a fairy boy descending to earth, and I am a powerful fairy! This... this... must be because this broken pillar is broken!"

Lu Daqiang looked at the crowd and saw Zhang Cui, who also had a pale face. He asked not to howl loudly.

"Mother! Come here quickly! You tell them that this pillar is broken! This pillar is broken! I am a fairy!"

Lu Daqiang has not been worshiped by his little friends these days because of his identity.

At this moment, he was disillusioned, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

Thinking that on weekdays, when he wanted something at home, as long as he cried and made a fuss and acted misbehaving, everyone at home would support him. Suddenly, Lu Daqiang used his usual tricks again.

Seeing the cold faces of the immortal masters, the mayor immediately turned pale.

But at this time, Zhang Cui eagerly stepped forward to ask.

"Immortal...this...isn't it really that the soul-measuring pillar...is broken? Obviously...the fortune teller said that my family is very powerful, and in the future...I can't think of its position in the future...Kong Wuli...he... He will definitely succeed! Immortal..."

One of the Shangyao Sect disciples couldn't bear to listen.

"Don't talk about whether the fortune teller has the real ability to detect the secrets of the sky and the fate of people, but what you said is that you can't think about it, what is the relationship between Kong Wu's strength and immortal fate?"

Some people around couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't this incomprehensible and powerful, Kong Wu is powerful, to describe a person who has no strength? The woman doesn't know what it means, and thinks that her young son has a destiny?"

"However, the fortune-teller's description is apt. Judging by their clothes, isn't it just a field farmer who digs food in the field? This future is a man of great strength, isn't he inheriting his father's career? It is also a good thing!"

Suddenly the laughter from the people around him became even louder.

Lu Yong suddenly felt ashamed and annoyed, looking at Zhang Cui, he wanted to speak.

go straight up.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Cui was slapped to the ground by Lu Yong's sudden slap, and blood even oozed from the corner of his mouth.

She just felt her whole brain buzzing.

Lu Daqiang, who was on the side, saw his father looking like he was about to eat someone, and he was so frightened that he immediately silenced his voice.

"Don't you think you didn't embarrass me enough?!"

Zhang Cui opened his mouth, but did not dare to speak again.

Lu Yong is her husband and her God.

But in her heart she couldn't help but resent the fortune teller and these people who laughed at her.

Her son can't become a fairy, so can their children? !

It's been so long since that kid started!

Although Lu Yong also felt that his face was dull, being watched by so many people made his face turn black and red, red and white again.

But he had to wait. When they came, they took a family with a bullock cart in the village.

Lu Daqiang is very arrogant, so he naturally doesn't want to walk such a long way.

In addition, both Zhang Cui and he felt that riding an ox cart was more face-saving.

After paying the money, naturally I can't walk back by myself.

It's just that the waiting time is also very painful, especially after the previous things happened.

Now, Lu Yong wished that all the people would not have fairy fate, and it would be better if it ended sooner.

"No fairy fate."

The immortal's words made Yang Erhu bow his head in frustration.

The three children of the village head's family are not destined for immortality.

Aunt Yang couldn't help sighing, although they had already prepared for it, after all, there are so many people, there is no fairy fate.

But when it was really over, I still couldn't help but feel lost and uncomfortable.

"The next one is Damucun Lu Qingye."

Aunt Yang patted Lu Qingye on the shoulder.

"Qingye, don't be nervous or afraid. Just reach out and put your hands on it like your brothers and sisters did."

The big girl also comforted her.

"Yes, Qingye, I don't feel anything when I put my hand on it. It doesn't hurt or itch."

Lu Qingye nodded.

"I know, thank you."

Aunt Yang smiled and nodded.

"Go."

Lu Qingye took a deep breath and walked onto the high platform.

At this moment, the jade-white pillar, which was only two meters high, seemed to reach into the clouds in front of her.

She wants to become an immortal!
A white hand rests lightly on the jade white pillar.

At this moment, Lu Qingye was still nervous.

The dark pupils stared at the spirit measuring pillar.

(End of this chapter)