A handyman disciple’s dream to become a formal disciple.

They pinned everything on Long Fei. During these years in the Divine Emperor Academy, their handyman disciples have been looked down upon by others.

But no one knows how much effort they put in.

No one knows what the Divine Emperor Academy would have become if it wasn't for their daily cleaning.

No one knows about them.

Just like the forgotten Southern Territory.

How many people in the Tianwu Continent know about the Southern Sky Territory?

How many people know about the Long family?

Long Fei fought for himself, for the Ministry of Servants, and for the Nantian Territory and the Long family.

Long Fei clenched his fists heavily and said, "I will definitely win!"

"Go to the martial arts arena!"

A group of people walked towards the fighting arena.

…

Another place.

Law Enforcement Yuan, in the small courtyard of Shijiu.

He was actually sitting cross-legged, with three thin long swords suspended around his body. He was practicing the Sword Spirit Immortal Root, and the three swords were like three lives.

suddenly.

A buzzing sound came from a sword.

Whoosh!

Disappear.

At this time, a disciple walked in at the gate of the courtyard. The disciple hurriedly walked up to Nineteen. He didn't know that there was a thin sword floating on the back of his head.

quietly.

As long as Jiujiu's thoughts move, the thin sword will pierce his head.

Kill invisible!

This is the sword of Nineteen, the invisible sword.

"Reporting to the dean, Long Fei went to the martial arts arena."

Nineteen's eyes widened slightly, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said with a smile: "Have you finally gone?"

"It's time to go."

"If he can't even get the status of a formal disciple, how can he complete the great cause planned by Tai Zun?"

"Long Fei!"

"Don't let me down!"

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Chapter completed!