Yun Qianjun and the others felt even more frustrated. But on second thought, from what nine fingers meant, he was not very satisfied with Yun Yiyi’s talent and cultivation. This meant that they still had a chance.
At this moment, nine fingers sighed and said, “Although you all make me not very satisfied, I don’t have much time. I can only choose the bigger one from the short ones and choose one of you as the successor.
How about this, each of you give me a reason to choose you.”
Yun Qianjun took the lead and said, “Senior, I come from the Yun family of the sacred mountain. I have a family background. My sword embryo is at the mid-grade Earth realm. My cultivation is even more outstanding among the younger generation. I am definitely your best disciple candidate.”
The nine-fingered old man was much calmer this time. He did not smash the cup again and nodded indifferently, “Not bad. Next.”
Yun Qianjun was immediately delighted. It seemed that his hopes were very high!