It took Zhao Xiaochen an hour, and finally came to the top of the broken peak, the wide square was crowded with thousands of heads, and there was a lot of noise, and it was not easy to find a group of figures similar to him in the crowd.

I saw that in a corner of the square, there was a group of teenagers in gray uniforms, who seemed to be out of place here, one by one silent, just standing there quietly, in stark contrast to those who were chatting hotly.

Occasionally, someone passed by them, and the eyes that looked at them were contemptuous and indifferent.

Even if everyone's cultivation is about the same, those young junjie just look down on them, just because they are miscellaneous disciples.

Miscellaneous disciples, to put it bluntly, are subordinates, they are the miscellaneous disciples of Xuantian Sect, but they are not considered to be members of Xuantian Sect, at most they are the external staff of Xuantian Sect.

If you want to become an outer disciple of Xuantian Sect, you also need to participate in Xuantian Sect's annual apprenticeship trial like these young talents in the Southern Regions.

As a miscellaneous disciple of Xuantian Sect, there is a certain relaxation in the standards, that is, in terms of age, he has to be released for two years longer than those young junjies. This is also the reason why they are willing to become miscellaneous disciples.

Otherwise, it is impossible for a powerless person like them to compare with those teenagers who have squandered a lot of panacea since birth.

The way those young men look at them is actually the rich looking at the poor.

Zhao Xiaochen squeezed all the way towards the miscellaneous disciples, in fact, he didn't want to go over, in addition to doing miscellaneous labor in the past few years, the rest of his time was spent cultivating, otherwise he would not have been able to rely on the small meridians at the beginning to cultivate to the fifth layer of the Gathering Spirit Realm.

This also caused him to have a good relationship with Wang Fatpang, and other people had a very average relationship with him. If it weren't for the eyes of the people around him looking at him, he really couldn't stand it, and he wouldn't have passed.

In the past, if you stand with them, you can at least share it.

Finally, Zhao Xiaochen came to the gathering place of the miscellaneous disciples, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a piercing voice full of shock sounded.

"Zhao Xiaochen, you, you're not dead?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaochen looked up slightly, and saw that the owner of the voice, Chi Ran, was a prince with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks.

Beside the prince, there were still five figures, one of which was Chen Shaofeng with an arrogant face, the other two were Ma Lian and Li Yun, and the remaining two were not known to Zhao Xiaochen.

I saw that these two people were tall young men, one of them was dressed in white, holding a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, but it was not the white-clothed young man that Zhao Xiaochen saw in Cangyun Town, because the person in front of him had short hair.

The other is a young man wrapped in Tsing Yi and carrying a short knife.

"Hehe, you're not dead, how could I die!" Zhao Xiaochen smiled, with a hint of banter on his face.

"You ......"

The prince's face turned red in an instant, as if he was about to explode.

"Prince, don't be impatient, calm down. Chen Shaofeng, who was on the side, noticed the situation here, grabbed the prince's shoulder with one hand, and looked at Zhao Xiaochen coldly, with a calm face, but a faint trace of anger flashed in his eyes, indicating the injustice in his heart at this time.

The punch five days ago, until now he still feels a faint pain in his nose, but more than that, he feels humiliated, he is a proud person, his elder brother is one of the top ten disciples of the outer gate, as the younger brother of one of the top ten disciples of the outer gate, he was actually beaten by a low-level miscellaneous servant, this is something he can't tolerate.

After appeasing the prince, Chen Shaofeng looked at Zhao Xiaochen calmly, with a smile on his face: "Zhao Xiaochen, you are really fateful! ”

"yes, I didn't expect my life to be that big. Zhao Xiaochen scratched his head, showed a smirk, and said, "Maybe it's because some monsters are making trouble, Lord Yan asked me to keep my life to collect demons." ”

"Hehe, yes? You'll have to be careful next time, but it's not always so lucky. Chen Shaofeng chuckled.

"I've always had good luck, but you, it's ...... to have such a stupid dogleg"

The two seemed to be talking about family things, but there was a chill in their tones.

"Brother Chen!"

Just when Zhao Xiaochen was about to say something, a voice interrupted what he was about to say. I saw that among the miscellaneous disciples, a fat man like a meat ball rolled out.

As soon as the fat man came to Zhao Xiaochen's side, he protected Zhao Xiaochen behind him, and a pair of small eyes stared at Chen Shaofeng and the others, like a lion about to wield, fierce and powerful, but his fat little short legs obviously had some slight tremors, indicating the uneasiness in his heart at this time.

"Chen Shaofeng, let me tell you, don't mess around, the sect has rules that you can beat people for no reason before the trial, but you will be disqualified from the trial, there are so many Xuantian Sect disciples here, it is difficult for you not to be seen. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaochen, who was behind him, shook his head helplessly, and sighed, this Wang is fat! Really, I wanted to provoke them and see if I could eliminate one or two in advance, so that I wouldn't be so passive during the trial.

But now that Wang Fatpang said this, as long as it is a person, he has to react. However, seeing Wang Chupang standing in front of him without hesitation, Zhao Xiaochen still felt a trace of warmth in his heart.

Sure enough, the three doglegs who were about to explode, after listening to Wang Fatpang's words, were stunned one by one, and only after a few breaths did they react.

The prince held back his anger, gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Xiaochen hatefully: "Little bastard, you are so good." ”

"Who are the mongrels talking about?" said Zhao Xiaochen with a smile.

"The mongrel said...... Hmph!"

Wow!

An exclamation sounded, which also attracted the attention of Zhao Xiaochen and others.

A golden carriage flew quickly from the sky, the carriage was full of silk made of gold thread on all sides, the wheels and body were made of white jade, and the white jade was carved with a four-clawed golden dragon with dragon dancing claws, showing the imperial spirit.

Pulling the carriage is a white horse, the white horse has two horns on its head, and a pair of snow-white wings on its back, it is obviously a crane horse, it is said that this horse is the descendant of the spirit crane and the wildebeest, and has the cultivation of the late stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm.

With the coercion of the spirit gathering realm demon beasts, the white horse gradually leaned towards the broken peak. At this time, everyone saw that on the carriage, a golden figure was standing.

It was an immature young man, dressed in a golden unicorn robe, with long hair on his head, his hands behind his back, his eyes looking ahead, and his face full of pride.

Howl!

A shrill cry came from behind the golden carriage, and in the white clouds on the horizon, a small black dot struck the carriage.

ps: Ask for flowers, ask for collections, ask for support.