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Passing through this land, more than 300 miles to the north, there is a towering snow-capped mountain, the snow on the mountain has endured for a long time, and it looks like a white-haired fairy from a distance, standing between heaven and earth.

And in this extremely cold place, there is an ethereal fairyland, which is an important dojo for people who have cultivated the truth since ancient times, Cangbei Immortal Garden. Perhaps, ordinary people are not familiar with this, but for many immortal cultivators who dream of cultivating to achieve positive results and soar to the sky, this is the perfect place they dream of.

Every year, tens of thousands of young talents respond to the call to come and ask for the identity of a disciple and become the dragon and phoenix among people. It's a pity that there are more monks and less meat, and most people have to become stepping stones, and only one in ten million lucky people can get their wish.

It was another admissions meeting, and early in the morning, Cangbei Xianyuan was woken up by the noisy sound. Some lazy disciples hadn't gotten up yet, but a sea of people had already gathered outside the mountain gate, which made people feel like they were haunted by dense phobia at a glance.

"Changkong, it's not good!"

With a savage impact, the door that was originally closed was suddenly spread out, and a round figure that could argue with Tangyuan swept into the room, and then staggered and jumped, just kneeling on the bed by the window.

"Oops! Three fat, quickly dodge Lao Tzu, to die, to die!"

Looking at the bed again, a young man who was disheveled and sleeping like Chang'e running to the moon was startled by this sudden person, and immediately jumped up, scolding and complaining in his mouth:

"You look like a bear, could it be that your sister was coerced?"

As he spoke, the man who was sleeping soundly on the bed sat up with sleepy eyes, his bloodshot eyes red, revealing an attitude of wanting to kill.

This is what the three fat people said about Changkong, Sun Changkong.

He rubbed his swollen eyes, and then vaguely remembered that he had drunk until the middle of the night yesterday. There is no way, some old students have not been able to become inner disciples, so they simply rolled up and left. How could a person like him, who is greedy for wine and meat, let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime send-off banquet where he eats and drinks for nothing. To be honest, he didn't remember the names of those senior brothers until now. Well, it's probably Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Ermazi!

Don't look at the fat man's reckless actions before, but when he saw Sun Changkong's angry appearance, he immediately changed from a bowling ball to a hydrogen balloon, and the momentum just now was no longer there, replaced by a flattering face.

"It's not that I'm yelling, but the grandson is starting to embarrass us again. ”

Sun Changkong jumped out of bed unhurriedly, first came to the table and drank a generation of herbal tea, and then sat on the round chair next to him, cocked one foot, and said casually:

"Zhang Wangyuan again?"

"That's right, it's him!"

Sun Changkong seemed to have already guessed everything about the matter, so he snorted lightly, picked up the clothes next to him, and stood up suddenly, as fast as an arrow off the string.

"Let's go, ****!"

At the mountain gate, there are two long tables and four Taishi chairs, and the applicants are being assessed one by one in order. There is only one way to judge whether a person has the conditions to enter the garden: the apparition mirror.

As long as the back of the Ouja Mirror is pointed towards the examinee's body, the corresponding value will be displayed on the mirror. Nine is big, one is small. Ordinary people's spiritual power is generally only one to two, and those with a little ability are about three or four. Only a strange person with a fairy fate can reach more than six. And the admission standard of Cangbei Xianyuan is six.

Disciples who enter the Cangbei Immortal Garden for the first time will be divided into the Self-Improvement Courtyard and the Immortal Society.

Due to the limited number of teachers in Cangbei Xianyuan, the disciples here basically pay out of their own pockets, and they have to pay a certain amount of fees on time and in accordance with the amount every year to ensure a normal spiritual life. They were collectively referred to as self-financed disciples, and Sun Changkong and San Fat were among them.

And once the cultivation reaches a certain requirement, the self-funded disciple will be promoted to an inner disciple, subordinate to the headquarters of Cangbei Xianyuan, and has the right to enjoy the maximum cultivation resources of the sect, and can even obtain the legendary supreme supernatural power. Crucially, you don't have to pay a dime.

The only way to become an inner disciple is through the regular Inner Gate Promotion Tournament. Of course, there are a very few disciples who have entered the inner gate because of the relationship between the back door and the door. However, these people are only a minority after all, so they are ignored.

On the left-hand side, a scruffy old man in a gray robe sits there, meticulously checking the information of everyone who comes to register. This is the teacher representative and administrator of the Self-Improvement Association, Wang Daoren. Don't ask him what his name is, I'm afraid that the entire Cangbei Immortal Garden can only be explained by the old cedar tree that has grown for hundreds of years under the mountain.

Next to Wang Daoren, a young disciple was handing him the assessment information sheet from time to time. In less than half an hour, the face of this little Taoist was already sweating, and his body, which was already very thin, now looked even more sickly. In fact, this job should have fallen on Sun Changkong's shoulders, but he missed the appointment again because he was drunk last night.

For a disciple like Sun Changkong, who has no sense of responsibility, the old man said:

When I confiscated it.

I have to say that the qualifications of the applicants this time have hit a new low in the Ziqiang Hospital, and only three people meet the admission conditions in the time of an hour from just now to now. A with stubble on her face, a girly man, and a sturdy old man who is close to old age but his eyes are still shining lewdly. If this continues, most of the Ziqiang Courtyard where they are located will open the skylight this year.

Looking at the opposite side, that is, the side of the Endless Meeting, it is a diametrically opposite scene. Whether it is the number of applicants or their own cultivation quality, they are several times stronger than the self-improvement club, and even the clothing and behavior must be several grades higher. At first glance, there is a sense of slums and villas. If you really want to let the Self-Improvement Institute and the Endless Club hold a competition, then the former will definitely lose the fig leaf.

Some of the Xianyuan disciples who were watching the excitement on the side were angry, and couldn't help but whisper:

"Look at that Senior Brother Zhang, he's too much of a bully! Although Wang Daoren is a teacher on the side of his self-funded disciples, he doesn't need to pick all the good ones, only some crooked melons and cracked dates are left for others!"

The disciple muttered to vent his dissatisfaction while squirting out the skin of the melon seeds in his mouth fiercely, without the slightest intention of restraint. It seems that he is going to show that Senior Brother Zhang all this.

"No wonder everyone calls you the long-tongued man, this kind of thing is your turn to worry about me? Don't you know that Zhang Wangyuan is the most important disciple of his master's Fire Bearded Dao? This time, he can come to the town, and it doesn't all depend on his master's face. Otherwise, hmph, how could such an oily job fall on his head. ”

As he spoke, the man raised his chin and pointed to Zhang Wangyuan's side, only to see a person who came to sign up for the assessment with his sleeves shrunk and was sending a delicate small cloth bag to Zhang Wangyuan's side.

That Zhang Wangyuan first pretended to back down a few times, then showed a sly smile, and finally took the item in the other party's hand with both hands, put it in his arms, and nodded contentedly.

"Who is not long-sighted, and dares to bully the head of our self-improvement institute, come out of me. ”

The good assessment and registration work was completely disrupted in such a sharp, harsh, arrogant, and thick shout. Everyone turned their eyes to the inside of the mountain gate, and at this moment, a figure passed through the crowd like a white horse, and a graceful turning action happened to land on the long table where Zhang Wangyuan was.

The person who came was none other than Sun Changkong, who had rushed out of the room in a murderous manner.

Unlike before, now he has already swept away the sleepiness of the early morning, and above his jade-like handsome cheeks are two deep dark eyes. His eyebrows were uncorrected, but the edges of the rules were like two sharp knives, and anyone who dared to take a step forward would be torn to pieces.

It was only at this time that Zhang Wangyuan slowly raised his head. I have to admit that Zhang Wangyuan is also a beautiful man. But unlike Sun Changkong, there was a faint sense of unspeakable bewilderment on his face, especially the pair of phoenix eyes, which actually had a unique charm of seduction. What kind of man is this, it's simply a vixen who sucks people's yang energy.

In the face of the other party's direct provocation, Zhang Wangyuan unexpectedly chose to be silent, he just turned his head to the side slightly, smiled and nodded at Wang Daoren, and his abnormal behavior made people have to be vigilant.

"Changkong, Hugh is rude!

No wonder Zhang Wangyuan didn't have an immediate attack, it turned out that he used a trick to kill people with a knife. borrowed the mouth of the king's way to kill Sun Changkong's sharp spirit.

In fact, Sun Changkong and Zhang Wangyuan's festival can be traced back to a long time ago.

At that time, Zhang Wangyuan was not yet an inner disciple, and Sun Changkong was just a freshman who had just been admitted to the hospital. The two fought over an injured bird on the ground. Sun Changkong wants to heal him, while Sun Changkong wants to eat bird meat. While they were arguing, the bird died because he missed the best time to be treated.

Since then, Sun Changkong has to fight for everything that Zhang Wangyuan wants. And once Sun Changkong likes it, Zhang Wangyuan will also intervene, and if he can't grab it, he will simply destroy it.

However, the current situation is different, Zhang Wangyuan has become a rookie in the inner door, while Sun Changkong missed the time for the inner door assessment because of a very bad diarrhea, in the eyes of others, he is an inferior student who does not seek progress.

Perhaps, Sun Changkong can ignore Zhang Wangyuan, a senior, but disobeying the teacher's orders is a sin that cannot be forgiven. And Sun Changkong has always been a filial child, in his eyes, Wang Daoren is his father. The father's life is like a mountain, and he can't listen to it if he wants to.

Although unwilling, Sun Changkong still jumped off the table. At this time, the people waiting in line began to condemn him for all kinds of wrongdoings, but instead put Zhang Wangyuan on the commanding heights of morality, praising this young man for being calm and kind, worthy of being a young representative of the new generation of Cangbei Xianyuan.

"Master, why do you put up with this dog? He's just a milky little kid, why should he fight with you. ”

At this time, the belated Sanpang finally followed, and seeing that there was no friction between the two sides, he couldn't help but show a look of loss on his face.

"Hey, it's all a family, what else do you have to share with mine. As long as I do my best for Xianyuan, even if I am asked to chop wood and pick dung, what does it matter. Changkong, you are still young, and there are some things you still don't understand. Come, show Master if there are any flaws in these information sheets. ”

Before Wang Daoren had time to put up the roster, Sun Changkong's sword was already out of its sheath. With the flip of the wrist, a pale sword qi immediately crossed the long table opposite, and the four table legs were broken off at the waist, and the good desk became a mini coffee table for drinking tea, which made people want to laugh.

"Come with me, don't hide behind like a turtle son. Others don't remember me, but I remember that it's only been half a year since you entered the inner door. I don't believe that you can change by leaps and bounds in such a short period of time. ”

After that, Sun Changkong sneered lightly, jumped and disappeared.

"Hehe, it seems that Senior Brother Changkong has some misunderstanding with me, let me explain to him, just come when I go. Senior Brother Shiyin, I'll leave it to you here. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Wangyuan's figure suddenly flickered, and he came to Wang Daoren's side in a breath, not giving people time to react at all.

"Whether the apprentice of the bad seed has the ability to have a few catties and a few taels, I want to take a good look!"

Although the time for the two to be separated was very short, Wang Daoren still heard Zhang Wangyuan's arrogance. He never expected that Zhang Wangyuan, who looked so humble and kind on the outside, would be so filthy in his heart.

Others may not be able to hear it, but the three fats on the side didn't pull down half a word, and he heard it all really. Seeing that his master was humiliated, his bloated palms suddenly crumpled into a ball, and his thick appearance was like a meat hammer. If ordinary people suffer like this, it is estimated that they will be seriously injured with a fracture.

"Three fat, let him go!"

Although Wang Daoren was unwilling, openly fighting in front of so many outsiders was equivalent to a great shame on Xianyuan. For the sake of Xianyuan's reputation, he once again chose to forbear.

He has survived all these years, will he be missing this time?

No, of course there is no shortage.

There is a martial arts competition ground specially set up for disciples in the Cangbei Immortal Garden. The competition field is divided into four categories: A, B, C and D, and the higher the front, the higher the cultivation of the contestant, the more eye-catching the competition will be. And a competition like Sun Changkong's self-funded disciple level can only be compared in the Ding class martial arts arena at best.

Although there are some surprises from time to time in the assessment registration outside, and the worldly wizards have emerged one after another, these are simply not worth mentioning in the face of the-for-tat duel with loaded guns.

Seeing Sun Changkong and Zhang Wangyuan flying into the arena one after the other, the disciples poured into the arena, expecting to see a wonderful duel.

The wind in the fairy garden rose again......

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