"Brother Xiao, let me, an invincible handsome guy with a beautiful face in the prosperous world, take you to the Lingdan Hall, and promise to refine the 'Nine Turns Soul Rejuvenation Pill' for you, so that you can enter the soul and want to die, how about it?"

The little fat man looked at Xiao Yu, who was meditating cross-legged and concentrating on reading, and said with a smile.

"This is the 320th time you have persuaded you today, and this is the 320th time I have answered you today—wait another half hour. ”

Xiao Yu was very helpless, he had just come back from the Chiyan Mountain Range, and wanted to meditate for a while, but the little fat man rolled into his courtyard like a lump of fat meat, and became irritable.

Facing the harassment of the little fat man, Xiao Yu sighed, why didn't he find out before that this little fat man still had such a persistent time.

"Wait for half an hour every time, Brother Xiao, don't bully me for being uneducated, how many hours has it been?" the little fat man said angrily.

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to go with you, but it's a disciple of the Non-Spirit Pill Hall, even if you go, you will be driven away after half an hour at most. So Brother Wei has been thinking of a way just now, how to stay in the Lingdan Hall. ”

Xiao Yu withdrew his gaze from the "Pharmacopoeia", looked at the little fat man, and said seriously.

"Oh, really, I don't read much, Brother Xiao, don't lie to me. The little fat man hugged his hands with a look of disbelief.

"I have a way to keep you in the Elixir Hall. Xiao Yu smiled slightly, but this smile was very insidious in the eyes of the little fat man.

But in order to fulfill his dream, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What way?"

Xiao Yu held up the thick medicine book that Duan Yuci gave him, and gestured: "Remember all the ten thousand elixirs on it, and the Lingdan Hall will start this year's enrollment assessment in three days, take advantage of it." ”

After speaking, continue to recite with your head down.

And the little fat man looked at the medicine book that was a foot thick, trembling all over, grabbing his hair with both hands, and wanted to cry without tears.

Three days later, the Lingdan Hall, the lecture hall.

The lecture hall is the place where the master of the Lingdan Hall preaches and preaches to the disciples every month, and it can accommodate a crowd of 300 people, which is very spacious and bright. And today, it's crowded with people.

Because today is the annual entrance ceremony of Lingdan Hall.

All new disciples of the One Sword Sect can sign up to participate.

There are only two conditions for selection, one is that the soul power is sufficient, and the other is that it can recite at least more than 1,000 elixirs on the "Pharmacopoeia".

Although these two conditions seem simple, they are very demanding.

Because a good alchemist can not only refine the elixir and create great wealth for the sect, but also bring the seriously injured monks back to life and leave the fire.

It can be said that any alchemy master is the object of competition among the various sects.

Therefore, each sect will spend a lot of resources to cultivate children with alchemy talents, that is, strong soul power.

And these two conditions, which seem simple, are actually not easy.

The first soul power.

The power of the soul is different from the true qi of martial cultivation, and the two are not the same system at all.

True Qi cultivation is a powerful martial cultivation, and the power of the soul is not necessarily strong.

The reason why a strong soul is needed is because the alchemist needs to use the soul to manipulate the furnace and feel the temperature change of the flame.

This process is extremely complex, and the slightest carelessness can lead to the scrapping of a Ding Ding medicinal material.

After all, the soul is not as good as controlling one's own body, and it can be like a finger.

If you want to enter the Spirit Pill Hall, the power of the soul must at least be stronger than your own cultivation.

And the second one, reciting thousands of elixirs in the "Pharmacopoeia".

This is not a simple recitation of the name, but the efficacy of the elixir in the "Pharmacopoeia", collocation and so on.

Many elixirs have similar functions and similar potions, and if you are not careful, you may go wrong.

In the thousands of years since the founding of the First Sword Sect, there have been only a thousand disciples in the Lingdan Hall, and the best results in the past have only memorized two thousand three hundred kinds, that is, the previous hall master of the Lingdan Hall.

Of course, this record was broken by Duan Yuxi a year ago, and her record was 3,800!

This made Chen Ying, the hall master of the Spirit Pill Hall, really excited.

Chen Ying immediately designated Duan Yuxi as her personal disciple and cared for her.

It was even announced in public at the pharmacopoeia conference that Duan Yuxi's qualifications are destined to be unprecedented, and it is impossible to be surpassed!

"Hall Master, do you say there are any disciples who can be amazing this year?" said a sharp-beaked, skinny old man with monkey cheeks, this person is an elder of the Lingdan Hall.

"I should be able to receive one or two disciples, I heard that the soul power of the second prince Qian Fengjie is very amazing, and I am very optimistic about him. ”

Chen Ying, the hall master of the Spirit Pill Hall, smiled slightly.

She was dressed in a purple dress and had a dignified demeanor, and although she was in her forties, her skin was fair, like a twenty-year-old girl. (No changes below)

"Yes, the second prince is really the dragon among people, come to think of it, our Lingdantang will have another child with a lot of wisdom roots this year. Elder Sharp-beaked in.

"However, he certainly won't be able to surpass our record. Chen Ying said with certainty.

"That is, Ruyu cherishes this one-in-a-million qualification, which is rare to see in a hundred years. Elder Sharp-beaked in again.

"Hall Master, Elder Duanmu, the hour has come, do you want to start?" a young disciple asked respectfully.

"Then let's begin, Xuan disciple into the church. ”

"When the hour comes, the children who read their names will follow me into the inner hall!" The young disciple walked out of the inner hall and faced the bustling crowd, and he was full of true qi and overpowered the noise.

The whole hall suddenly fell silent, and no one dared to offend the young deacon, otherwise he would be blasted out of the hall and disqualified from the competition, and the gain would outweigh the loss.

"Qianfengjie!" As soon as the young deacon's voice fell, a modest young man with a graceful demeanor, dressed in brocade clothes and wearing a jade crown on his head, floated onto the stage and bowed his hand.

"Come with me!" the young deacon nodded and walked into the inner hall with Qian Fengjie.

As soon as the two of them left, the disciples in the main hall began to discuss.

"Second Prince Qianfengjie!"

"It seems that this time the head is none other than Senior Brother Qian!"

"You say, can Senior Brother Qian break Senior Sister Duan Yuxi's record?"

"Probably not, the hall master has said that Senior Sister Duan's qualifications are unique. The record is destined to be unprecedented!"

"Even if Senior Brother Qian is not as good as Senior Sister Duan, no one in our class can match it!"

Xiao Yu listened to the discussion of the people around him, his face was calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

He sat cross-legged and stared at the ghost mirror in the middle of the hall.

This ghost mirror is made of a magical demon beast in the Zhenwu Continent, the Ghost Shadow Bird Eyeball.

The ghost bird's eyeballs have a peculiar structure, and they can record what they have seen with their eyes. If you play it back with both eyes at the same time, you can see the scene thousands of miles away.

And this ghost mirror is presenting the situation of the inner hall one by one at this time, and it shows the number of elixirs that Qian Fengjie recites from time to time.

"Senior Brother Qian is really intellectual, so fast, he memorized a hundred kinds!"

"Look at him without pause, without any stage fright, it is really everyone's demeanor!"

"Senior Brother Qian's recitation looks so handsome!"

Everyone waiting was amazed, and there were even girl disciples who stared at the ghost mirror stupidly, looking like a nymphomaniac.

Finally, after half an hour, Qian Fengjie finally stopped, and the number was fixed at three thousand six hundred!

"Three thousand...... Six hundred!" Everyone was shocked by the numbers on the ghost mirror.

Although it did not exceed Duan Yuxi's record of 3,800 kinds, it was not far behind, and even surpassed the record of the previous hall master!

Qian Fengjie also walked out at this time, and a scream broke out in the crowd, and many girls surrounded him, their eyes full of peach blossoms.

And some of the male disciples who participated in the competition also hurriedly surrounded Qian Fengjie, the senior brother was the eldest brother and the younger brother was short, hoping to leave a good impression in front of him, so that he could join this new star of the Lingdan Hall in the future.

Although the ceremony had just begun, in their eyes, Qian Fengjie seemed to be the first person in the Lingdan Hall.

The young deacon walked out behind Qian Fengjie, looked at the file in his hand, and continued to roll call.

A disciple with a lewd demeanor and a short stature stepped up to the stage and followed him into the inner sanctum.

It's just that before half a cup of tea is done, the disciple walked out in a gloomy manner, and the number on the ghost mirror also stopped at twenty.

"What a shame!" the low number was a bit terrifying, causing the onlookers to laugh.

In the next half day, disciples entered the inner hall one after another to participate in the test.

It's just that no one person has memorized a thousand kinds.

What's more, I only remembered more than a dozen kinds. When he came out, he was naturally ridiculed.

Especially the short man who appeared in the second appearance after Qian Fengjie, but only carried twenty kinds.

People like to laugh at the weaker.

In this world, only strength is everything.

The young deacon was a little helpless, and after a while, the test was about to end, and only Qian Fengjie passed the test. It seems that the strength of this year's disciples is far inferior to that of the previous one!

Putting aside the distractions in his heart, he picked up the file and continued to roll call.

"Xiao Yu!" The moment the young deacon read out his name, he was stunned.

The people in the entire hall also fell silent suddenly, looking at each other, thinking that they had heard it wrong.

"This Xiao Yu still dares to come?!Aren't you afraid that the people of the Spirit Pill Hall will kill him?"

"Hehe, when you become the head of the school, you really think you are a genius, and you still want to join the Lingdan Hall?"

"That is, what if the force is strong, it doesn't rely on brute force, how can the soul power be strong?"

"Alchemy, pay attention to understanding, Xiao Yu, hehe......"

Most of these disciples who came to participate in the Lingdan Hall test were disciples with weak true qi cultivation but slightly stronger soul power, and they originally looked down on martial artists of the same level.

And seeing Xiao Yu appear here, everyone has heard more or less about the story of him being expelled from the inner door and rising again.

There are those who are jealous, and there are those who are hostile, and in the eyes of these quasi-elixir disciples, this Xiao Yu is most likely a coincidence, relying on the elixir to have such a cultivation, and it is not because of them alchemists.

So, it's more of contempt.

Hearing these cynicisms, Xiao Yu snorted lightly and ignored them.

The familiar tone, the familiar tone, is just a change of people.

He rubbed his chin with his left hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Xiao Yu beckoned, asked the little fat man to come over, and whispered a few times.

I saw that the little fat man, who was still seriously sleep-deprived because of staying up late to memorize the "Pharmacopoeia", suddenly had his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly ran out of the hall, not knowing what to do.

Xiao Yu, on the other hand, ignored everyone's cynicism, swaggered to the front desk, came to the young deacon, and arched his hand: "Senior brother, junior brother Xiao Yu, please lead the way." ”

"You are Xiao Yu?" the young deacon stared at Xiao Yu coldly, his knuckles creaking, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.