Although Pang Maimai is a female classmate with a very curious and exploratory spirit, in such an unfavorable situation, she quickly realized that this was not a good time to watch and observe.

She was leaving the village, and these people were obviously a rare opportunity for her.

However, as in many ways, there is an age limit for Xiuzhen enrollment here.

It's not too strict, it's eighteen years old.

However, Pang Maimai obviously could not be an eighteen-year-old underage girl.

She was a little frustrated.

The woman here looks old, if she claims to be eighteen this year, will she ......

However, doesn't the book say that cultivators will look at bone age?

No matter, Pang Maimai has decided, it's better to try than not to try, those people won't let her die just because she lied about her age, right? She walked briskly to the back of the crowd and began to line up.

That's right, in line.

This is a rarity in this village.

What the villagers do has always been disorderly.

But the mess would obviously offend the immortals, and they actually lined up obediently under the command of the village chief, and they didn't dare to say a word.

Babies under the age of eighteen, regardless of gender, no matter how unkempt, are full of anticipation in the team, and their eyes are shining.

If you have a spiritual root, you can get rid of the ant-like life and ascend to the sky in one step!

This is the dream of many people when they were children!

At this moment, how many expectations are flashing in these innocent and immature hearts!

Pang Maimai heard the village chief and a grandfather surnamed Li talking in a whisper not far away: "...... We haven't had a single one in our village until now......"

A trembling voice: "...... I heard that when the village was first built......"

"That's more than 900 years?"

“…… More than 960 years...... That's right, Chen Xingzhen is so big, and there have only been three ...... in this thousand years."

Pang Maimai thought, there is no specific number jù, I can't calculate the probability, anyway, it's very small.

Perhaps, it is similar to the probability of the ancient middle jinshi? Such a big country, there are only so many dozens of them in three years.

The meaning is similar, right?

Break away from the original class and climb to the sky in one step, but it is more likely to become cannon fodder for the newly integrated class.

The way these monks judged a person's spiritual root was very interesting, the four of them pinched a spell at the same time, and then, from the hand of the black-clothed young man, a small white halo first appeared, the man in white had a small cyan halo on one side of his left and right hands, a small blue halo on the other side of the left and right hands, a small red halo came out of the purple-clothed woman's hand, and a small yellow halo appeared in the moon-white woman's hand.

Five small rings and five colors, slowly gathered together, suspended in mid-air, brilliance flowing, very beautiful, not at all like the Olympic symbol, really, Pang Maimai can swear by his own aesthetics.

The first child to go up for testing was about eleven or twelve years old, and as soon as he stepped forward, the five rings slowly approached the top of his head and limbs, and the child was a little panicked, and his eyes couldn't stop looking at the five-colored halo, and his eyes were purring.

The five-colored aura didn't move at all, and after a moment, the man in white waved at him and motioned for the next one.

The boy came out in frustration.

The next two children also did not react.

At this time, the small red ring summoned by the woman in purple had dimmed its brilliance, and she had to recite the spell and summon a new red ring again.

Another child passed, and the woman in the white shirt of the moon also summoned the yellow aura again.

Next, the blue ring of the man in white is fine, but the cyan ring is summoned again.

By the eighth man, the little blue ring was also recalled.

And the small white aura of the black-clothed boy lasted for ten people to be re-summoned.

The man in white looked a little unsightly.

Ten children, none of them made any changes in the five-colored little aura.

There was a slight commotion in the crowd.

Someone whispered: "This year, it's estimated that it's enough to choke......"

“…… That is, whoever can smoke from the ancestral tomb can produce an immortal at will. ……”

The woman in purple summons the most diligently, she has already summoned three times, and it is probably very laborious, so her face is not very good-looking, and she can't help but complain in a low voice: "Hmph, it's just a waste of time with these mud legs." He glanced at the man in white.

The man in white was a little lazy, and he didn't reprimand the irritability of the female subordinate, and he himself was already very impatient. I also agree with her words in my heart.

The villagers talked for a while, and began to numbly step forward to test, obviously not expecting much.

There were about seventy underage children and teenagers who participated in the test, but it didn't take too long, and for those four people, it was just one of many stops on their mission, and they just routinely followed these steps, and they didn't have much hope in their hearts, but they weren't sure they didn't.

The appearance of the spiritual root was too accidental, and the sect sent people to test the spiritual roots of all mortals in the subordinate realms every ten years, and the number of people tested exceeded hundreds of thousands, but the results were only as few as ten people, and as many as twenty or thirty people.

No one knows where those with spiritual roots will appear.

And the four of them are only four of the hundreds of people sent out to carry out the mission, and they will be testing the spiritual roots of thousands of people in about two months, this barren small village is only one of the two villages in their mission today, and they will not stay for more than two hours.

Immortal cultivators with spiritual roots combine with each other, and the chance of giving birth to a child with spiritual roots is at least half, while mortals basically rely on genetic mutations.

"It's really unnecessary," the woman in purple looked very bad after summoning the red aura more than ten times in a row, and muttered: "There can be a few talented disciples in these mud legs, and it is simply thankless for the sect to send so many people." ”

The man in white glanced at her lightly, threw her a small white jade bottle, and said, "Senior nephew Yuan, you talk too much nonsense. He was still calm.

The girl in the moon-white shirt wiped her forehead and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Yuan, your family has been in charge of our faction for generations, don't you know what happened back then?" ”

The woman surnamed Yuan pouted: "How could I not know?" It's just an accident. She took the white jade vial, opened it, there was a slight white fluorescence inside, and there was a fragrance, her face showed joy, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Duanmu." He directly poured the vial and poured out a white pill, and the fluorescent fragrance suddenly became great, which looked very extraordinary. The woman surnamed Yuan was even more happy, and said, "Such a good Nine Turning Pill was born by Uncle Duanmu." After saying that, after taking it, his face suddenly improved, and he seemed to be fully satisfied.

At this time, another child was tested, and it came out in vain.

The girl in the moon-white shirt made another earthy yellow circle of light, and said with a smile: "Back then, that talented Miaofa Zhenren was born in our territory in his early years, but he was enveloped by Langya Mountain, and he also humiliated my sect at the eight-hundred-year-old truth-seeking meeting, and the ancestor was furious, and swore that he would not let any child with spiritual roots in the territory flow out in the future......" At the end, his breath panted slightly.

The man in white surnamed Duanmu glanced at her and threw her a white jade bottle as well.

The girl in the white shirt accepted the jade bottle, smiled and blessed the man in white slightly, and said, "Thank you Uncle for the reward, such a good pill is reluctant to take it, and it should be saved until the critical time, Uncle Shi should not blame." ”

Uncle Duanmu glanced at her again, and said lightly, "It's for you, you can use it whenever you want." ”

The woman surnamed Yuan snorted and said, "Even so, in the past three thousand years, although there have been some monks among these earthly mortals, there is no figure like Miaofa Zhenren. ”

The girl in the moon-white shirt asked Pan'er to cover her lips and smile: "Senior sister, if you let Master Ning hear it, I will inevitably punish you." ”

The woman's face changed, and she stopped talking.

The interaction between the three of them was very unattended, as if the hundreds of villagers around them were nothing more than pigs, cows, sheep, or furniture, and they chatted while working, much like those shepherds chatting while driving sheep into the pen, without paying any attention to the large herd of cattle and sheep next to them.

And when they were chatting, the young man in black not only didn't talk to him, but he didn't even give half of his eyes, as if there was no one talking around him at all. The three of them were not surprised, obviously used to it.

The villagers had no knowledge, and they were so frightened of these immortals that they naturally wouldn't deliberately eavesdrop and understand what they said, but Pang Maimai, who was queuing up at the back, was secretly surprised in his heart.

At the same time, she also understood that for these cultivators, mortals were indeed like ants.

In fact, it took her a few years to realize that the situation of mortals here was much more miserable than she had estimated.

While she was thinking to herself, something changed in the center of the threshing floor.

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy in a green cloth shirt stepped into the five-element aperture, but this time, the aperture changed.

The cyan aura began to flicker and flicker, heading towards him.

Seeing that this situation was obviously different from others, many villagers exclaimed.

The four cultivators also raised their spirits.

The young man in the green shirt in the circle was even more excited.

I saw that the small cyan circle covered the top of his head and lit up for a while, and then floated back to its original position, the four cultivators sighed, and the woman surnamed Yuan said lazily: "Wood system, single spirit root, lower grade." ”

Then he pointed to the side and said, "Stand there." ”

Then he didn't even bother to say anything to him, and he didn't have the slightest excitement and joy to find a good talent.

The other three didn't seem to bother to look at him at all.

Pang Maimai was a little surprised.

As a girl who usually likes to look at and pass the time, she is no stranger to the cultivation class, generally speaking, isn't the single spirit root the so-called heavenly spirit root? Isn't it hard to find? How can they look like they don't look like garbage?

Could it be that the problem lies in that inferior product?

In any case, the inferior product is certainly not a compliment.

Poor, garbage, defective products.

That is to say, although it is a rare heavenly spirit root, it is a defective product?

But it's not completely treated like garbage, is it?

The feelings of the villagers were excited, but unfortunately there was no one with spiritual roots.

Some villagers are whispering:

"Lu Agua can actually become an immortal master!"

"Our village is actually going to have an immortal master!" This is full of village pride.

"My family's Ah Gua, since he was a child, he is the best at serving crops, no wonder there is a wood spirit root, the melons he planted, the vegetables he planted, and the wheat buds he planted, it was the top quack!" This is Agua Niang smug.

It was Pang Maimai's turn, and she walked forward slowly.

The Immortal Sect has tested the spiritual root once in ten years, and it has not been measured for about thirteen or fourteen years old, she looks like an adult woman, and she is really a little dazzling in a bunch of children, and the girl in the white shirt of the moon asked, "How old are you?" ”

Pang Maimai had already thought about this question, originally she didn't hesitate to lie, but seeing that these immortal masters didn't look at mortals so much, it was really possible that they would be cleaned up if they lied, so she chose an ambiguous answer: "I should be a few months short of eighteen years old, but I have been separated from my parents since I was a child, and I don't remember anything clearly about what happened when I was a child. ”

The woman in purple wanted to say something, but the man in white waved his hand and said, "Come up, let's test." ”

Seeing that it was easy for others to measure, he stepped forward and saw with his own eyes the five-colored aura suspended in mid-air when the brilliance was beautiful and abnormal, and his heart couldn't help but stir, and his heart thumped.

She stepped into the right position and stood, closing her eyes.

I only felt that the top of my head was slowly warming, and the right hand side was slightly cool.