Everyone was shocked and looked up.

"Saint!"

"Saint Lord!"

"Heaven, it's Lord Saint!"

A man was standing in the air, with snow robe and silver hair and jade mask covering all his face. He seemed to be surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds. He was the Lord Saint.

Countless people knelt down and kowtowed to the god of the continent and cheered: "Sir Saint!"

The sound of the mountain crying is like a surging wave, and the people are boiling!

Originally, the Saint may not appear once in several years or even decades or even hundreds of years, but in the past six months, the Saint has appeared twice in the Feixing Kingdom! It is still under the attention of everyone.

Gu Xijiu pursed her thin lips slightly, and as she looked at him, there was no sign of happiness or anger on her pretty face.

There are regulations in this continent that when testing the disciples of Tianshu, the tester does not need to bow to anyone.

So Gu Xijiu's waist was straight.

The Holy Lord fell to the ground, his eyes swept on her face, and she looked back at him, without any fluctuations in her eyes, looking at him as if he was looking at a stranger.

His eyes shrank slightly, and he knew that she had finally come out now...

This girl is really committed when she is devoted to her feelings, but once she withdraws, it is a real withdrawal, and the person who has lost her will be completely transformed into the past, and I will not look back on it.

And he will also become the past in her life...

Sooner or later, the thick ink and heavy pen he forcibly portrayed in her life will be wiped away like dust by her, and maybe no trace will be left behind.

This is the result he wants, but seeing her indifference, his heart was instantly lost as if he fell into the abyss...

Fortunately, the heartache has become a habit recently. He looked at her with a faint smile in his eyes and said lightly: "You did a good job. There are no mistakes in the test of the disciples of Tianshu this time!"

His voice was as ethereal as the wind in the sky. Everyone present had heard it. The people of Feixing Kingdom were relieved!

Gu Xijiu is now the pride of the people of Feixing Kingdom. Most of the people naturally hope that she can succeed, but everyone was not sure just now.

However, the Saint Lord's sentence directly affirmed Gu Xijiu's correctness. She really succeeded without any mistakes!

No one doubted the Holy Lord's judgment anymore, so the people were stunned for a moment and cheered again, cheering for Gu Xijiu.

Gu Xijiu's mood was a little complicated. Others didn't know the Holy Lord's temper, but she knew it deeply. This person often had no bottom line in doing things. She was afraid that he would not want to let Long Siye go, so she turned black and white here and said that she was doing something wrong, but she didn't expect that he simply affirmed her.

This also made her feel relieved, thanked the Saint Lord, and then looked at a place not far from the audience.

Long Siye stood there cheering for her!

Long Siye was also looking at her. The two looked at each other and smiled, and everything was silent.

The Holy Lord lowered his eyes slightly, held his fingers slightly in his sleeves, subconsciously trying to do something, but he didn't do it. His eyes turned directly to the young prince, and his voice was like an ice spring: "It's rare to meet a person who claimed to be a disciple of the Heavenly Sect at the test site..."

The young prince's face turned pale!

Kneeling on the ground, his body trembled like a sieve, and his voice shivered like leaves in the rain: "Saint... Saint Lord... Xiao Wang... No, the villain is just... just a metaphor..."

"Can the matter of the disciples who teach the heavens can also be used to describe the metaphors?"

The young prince opened his mouth and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled downwards.
Chapter completed!