Jiang Fan followed Lu Chaoyang towards a small building next to Qianlong Courtyard. Because it had already passed the time for the Hidden Immortal Sect to recruit disciples from the outer sect, there was no one here, and when Jiang Fan and the others came, the elder who handled the registration of the disciples was packing up his things and preparing to leave.

"Elder, I'm here to report!" Jiang Fan walked into the small building and said to the elder who was buried in collecting the file.

The elder was obviously stunned for a moment, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Fan and the two with a puzzled face, but in the next second, the elder immediately stood up from his seat in shock.

"Jiang Fan?!" The elder was stunned, although he was not qualified to attend yesterday's meeting at his level, but under Elder Wang's vigorous publicity, he had also heard about Jiang Fan's affairs.

"Hello Elder, the head of the sect specially ordered me to be in charge of Jiang Fan's registration, this is the token of the head of the sect. Lu Chaoyang on the side didn't have much patience, and directly showed the token and said to the registered elder.

"Excuse me. Jiang Fan smiled at the elder, and the elder reacted and hurriedly registered.

"By the way, please arrange a quiet courtyard for him, our lord likes to be quiet. Lu Chaoyang looked at Jiang Fan on the side and said in a strange tone.

"Don't be that troublesome. Jiang Fan smiled, "According to the rules of the outer courtyard, the top ten disciples can have their own small courtyard.

I, Jiang Fan, if I can't even enter the top ten, how can I still have the face to ask the sect for resources. ”

Although Jiang Fan said this domineeringly, it was not so easy to do.

He knew in his heart that although the assessment threshold of the inner gate was the Tongmai realm, the top ten guys in the outer gate, each of them had the strength to resist the bone forging realm, and it was definitely not comparable to Wang Rulong, a straw bag who only entered the inner door by fighting his father.

"Alright then, whatever you want. Lu Chaoyang didn't care, he had known Jiang Fan for many years, so he naturally knew that Jiang Fan was not the kind of person who had no purpose. And this guy is as tough as a cow, and he can't even dissuade the boss from making up his mind.

The elder in charge of registration completed Jiang Fan's formalities three times faster than usual, and the two of them walked out with the token representing the identity of the outer disciple.

Jiang Fan looked at the token in his hand, thinking of the days when he was in charge of the next step of growth, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

"That glorious day doesn't belong to me after all..."Jiang Fan thought to himself, his eyes slowly becoming firm, "However, this time, I will definitely not be willing to sink into a drowsy life." ”

"Jiang Fan, what are your plans next?" Lu Chaoyang on the side saw that everything had been dealt with, looked at Jiang Fan and asked.

"I plan to learn a few exercises that can be used at this stage first, after all, my current spiritual root, the exercises I was familiar with before may no longer be suitable for me. ”

Lu Chaoyang nodded, he only thought that Jiang Fan was because the spiritual root grade was too low, and he couldn't use those exercises that required a lot of spiritual power.

"Then I won't accompany you, I'll go back and say goodbye to the head first, and then if you need any help, you can just say a word. Lu Chaoyang stopped, patted Jiang Fan on the shoulder and said.

Jiang Fan looked at Lu Chaoyang and nodded with a smile. Lu Chaoyang reminded him of the Zhou Jin who "killed" him in his previous life.

Maybe the friendship between brothers is so simple and rude, what you do, I don't intervene, if you need help, then just a simple word.

After Jiang Fan and Lu Chaoyang chatted for a few words, the two separated. Jiang Fan didn't even bother to go back to his new residence in the Qianlong Academy, so he hurriedly walked towards the training pavilion.

The study hall is a place where outer disciples choose their exercises.

Every new disciple of the outer sect, in addition to the Zhenshan Fist and spiritual healing techniques given by the sect, as well as the rough and shallow mental method of cultivating the spiritual power of the spiritual root, if he wants to learn any martial arts mental method, he must spend the sect's contribution points to study in the training pavilion.

The reward proposed by the head of the sect for Jiang Fan has not yet been cashed, but the contribution points he has accumulated before are enough for him to spend a lot in this training pavilion.

Jiang Fan walked into the training pavilion quickly, probably because most of the outer disciples did not contribute a lot of points, so there were not many people in this training pavilion.

Jiang Fan had already thought about it on the way here, since his spiritual root was so perverted, then of course he had to focus on some healing attribute exercises.

Although the Hidden Immortal Sect is not a healing-based cultivation sect, there are many basic healing exercises.

Jiang Fan was brought up by the head of the family since he was a child, although he was accepted as an apprentice by Ling Xuzi not long ago, but he was cultivated by the head of the family and various elders since he was a child, and his vision was naturally extraordinary.

He stood in front of a row of bookshelves, carefully studying the characteristics of the exercises one by one.

"Self-medicated? I'm afraid I'll milk myself to death. ”

"Range, I'm afraid that it will not be the opponent who will suffer at that time, but the teammates!"

"This gathering time is too long, no! This guide distance is too short, no!"

Jiang Fan's heart shouted helplessly: "Isn't there a book of exercises for treating opponents?!"

Just when Jiang Fan was depressed, an inconspicuous exercise scroll entered Jiang Fan's sight.

It is said that it is inconspicuous because this scroll is so dirty, so dirty that Jiang Fan hesitated for a long time before holding it between his two fingers.

Jiang Fan didn't have any curiosity mentality, but the name of this scroll really met his appetite.

"Cultivating Spiritual Formula, this must be an exercise to introduce one's own spiritual energy into other people's bodies!" Jiang Fan opened the scroll expectantly and carefully looked at the introduction of the exercises.

"The Spiritual Recipe transforms one's spiritual power into a spiritual seed with healing attributes and introduces it into the body of others. The Spirit Seed will provide a steady stream of life force until it is depleted.

In normal times, cultivators can condense spirit seeds on their own in case of emergency. ”

Jiang Fan looked at it with bright eyes, "If you can condense in advance, you will solve the problem of insufficient aura." And it's also a continuous means of output, which is simply tailor-made for yourself!"

"This book may seem like junk to others, after all, continuous healing is far less effective in battle than explosive healing. But in my hands, this is simply a good thing comparable to the Yellow Level Upper Grade Exercises!"

Jiang Fan did not hesitate to put this exercise in his pocket, and when he was interested, he walked to the bookshelf on the other side.

"I know, with my current spiritual root urine nature, I should study more exercises that others don't like. Jiang Fan's eyes lit up and he searched around, as long as he saw the kind of dusty scroll, he picked it up and studied it as if he had found it.

"Our sect is okay, you see, even the training pavilion where the disciples of the outer sect enter and leave are arranged for people to clean it?"

"Huh, where?"

"That's not it, a face of dust, still cleaning the scrolls there..."

Jiang Fan didn't know that his strange behavior had successfully misled the outer disciples in the attic, after all, not everyone could contact the chief disciple Jiang Fan from his current dusty face.

"Tut-tut, I didn't expect there to be such good things in this attic!" Jiang Fan flipped through one book after another, and sure enough, he found a book of exercises that suited his heart.

"The "No Return Fist Method", the spiritual power is detonated in the body, which greatly stimulates the flesh and blood power in the body, and lasts for a period of time, after the time, the body will be devoured by the spiritual power, causing great damage to itself. ”

Jiang Fan's excited hands trembled a little, judging from his experience, if this exercise did not have the negative effect of backlash, it could at least be regarded as a Xuan-level exercise.

And for Jiang Fan, the negative effect of this backlash may also have a healing effect on him, a technique that can improve physical damage and restore healing, isn't it fragrant?!

At this time, Jiang Fan was like a beggar, holding the scroll with a dirty face, and he was smirking. But a shrill voice came from the side.

"That pestle is giggling there, get out of here!"

Jiang Fan was stunned, raised his head and looked for the voice, only to see a young man wearing the clothes of an outer disciple inside and a layer of gauze outside, looking at Jiang Fan with a look of disgust and said.

Behind him, several outer disciples looked at Jiang Fan like a dog.

"Xue Shao wants to pick some exercises here, you hurry up and don't dirty Xue Shao's eyes. One of them looked at Jiang Fan and said coldly. "You don't know Xue Ping, who is ranked seventh on the Hidden Dragon List, Xue Shao, right?"

"Seventh on the Hidden Dragon List?" Jiang Fan was stunned, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he thought in his heart, "It seems that the place where you live has fallen!"