There is a academy in Intrepid City, this is just an ordinary mortal academy, and it houses the children of ordinary people in Intrepid City.

There is only one poor show in the academy who teaches and educates people here, everyone only knows his surname Cao, but they don't know what his name is, so the people around him call him Master Cao, and over time this name spread, and no one cares what Master Cao's name is.

Xiao Tan Yun is studying in this academy, because of the incident of the long street two days ago, she has been listless and completely out of state in the past few days of study.

"Little Tan Yun, is there something going on at home?"

Poor Xiucai's voice was very gentle, and he looked at the little girl who was a little worried and asked.

The little girl was very impatient and glanced at the poor Xiucai, saying that if it weren't for her mother insisting that she come here to go to school, plus Su Ming's brother pressed her, she would never come here to study, she didn't like this academy at all, in her opinion, reading and writing are not the same at home, but Su Ming's brother didn't think so, and asked her to study in the academy seriously, so she didn't have a friend for half a year, she didn't like those children, they seemed to think about things every day were so wonderful, and the questions discussed were what they ate yesterday and where to play tomorrow Such mentally retarded questions。

"I'm busy, Master. ”

Poor Xiucai liked this little girl very much, looked at Xiao Tan Yun with a smile, and didn't care about this girl's tone, "I know, that's why I asked you to see if I could help." ”

The little girl replied unappreciatively: "No need, I'll figure it out myself." ”

"Master actually knows a lot of people, and he may be able to help you solve some minor problems. Poor Xiucai persevered and dragged the figure of the little girl who was about to escape.

The angry little girl pouted and glared at Master Cao.

One big and one small, one staring, the other squinting, and it was a stalemate.

In the end, it was the poor Xiu, who was better at cultivating qi, that he won, shook the gray robe on his body, and he didn't know how long he hadn't changed, the little girl who watched rolled her eyes for a while, and the poor Xiucai sat cross-legged beside the little girl, looking at the little girl with a smile, he observed the little girl for half a year, although it was not long, but he felt that it was enough.

Xiao Tan Yun also sat down helplessly, she was really speechless about this poor Xiucai, and actually got into a fight with her little girl, "My brother was injured two days ago in order to save me and my mother, what can you help?"

Poor Xiucai touched his nose a little embarrassed, and looked at the little girl with some embarrassment, this favor is really not very helpful, after all, he is not very good at fighting, it turns out that such things are solved by his big apprentice, and now he is far away from the world, trapped here, and the big apprentice left angrily, and he didn't know where to run.

The little girl had no intention of bothering with him at this time, obviously she didn't think that Poor Xiucai could help anything, she just had nowhere to vent these days, and Poor Xiucai happened to be an outlet for her to vent her emotions.

"I don't like those cultivators, they always bully us, if it wasn't for my brother who stopped my mother, they would have taken my mother away, I'm really scared. ”

"My brother was almost killed by them that day, and I was right next to him, and he shed a lot of blood... All I know is crying, but I can't help anything..."

"Master, you say I'm useless. ”

Poor Xiucai touched the little girl's head with pity, her eyes were soft, and she said softly: "Little Tan Yun, what if one day you also learn to practice?"

"Are you like them, you will treat mortals like ants, and see the common people as nothing? ”

Xiao Tan Yun looked at Poor Xiucai blankly, she didn't understand.

Poor Xiucai laughed and said casually: "Little Tan Yun, if you are given a chance to become a cultivator, what will you choose?"

The little girl stood up and said to the poor Xiucai with a righteous face: "I will hoe the strong and help the weak... Well... I will help those who are weak. ”

"What if you find that everyone around you is different from what you think, and they are all persuading you, what should you do?" asked Qian Xiucai with bright eyes.

The little girl stared at them with wide eyes and said angrily, "They are all bad people, why should I listen to them." ”

Poor Xiucai looked at the little girl's serious appearance, and said softly: "Many monks on the mountain have forgotten their origins, those mortals are their former selves, when they have mastered the powerful power, many people are lost, I made a grand wish in front of the master's throne, one day I will draw a line for the cultivators in the world, so that they can leave a trace of the bottom line, but I have traveled all over the world, but I still have achieved nothing, I didn't expect to be able to find another closed disciple for myself before I die." ”

The little girl didn't hear Poor Xiucai's words clearly, she just stood there frowning, and the afterglow of the setting sun happened to be imprinted on the little girl's body, with her back to the sunset, just blocking the light in front of Poor Xiucai's eyes.

Poor Xiucai squinted his eyes, looked at the little girl, and chuckled, "Good." ”

The little girl rolled her eyes, and after expressing the depression in her heart, she felt better, and she quickly turned around and ran out of the house.

Halfway through the run, the little girl turned her head to look at Poor Xiucai, hesitated, and finally said to Poor Xiucai, "Thank you, Master." ”

Hearing that thank you, looking at the figure that had disappeared from the door, the smile on Poor Xiucai's face became even stronger, he slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the sky, his faint voice sounded like a royal order, "Today, I accept apprentices here." ”

Suddenly, a warm breeze rose around the heavens and the earth.

The life of a monk on the mountain is very long, an earth immortal can live for five hundred, which is a long life for ordinary people, so the real earth immortal real people will never be in a hurry to find disciples, they will patiently observe a person's heart, and only in this way can they really find their own mantle heirs.

The same is true in the Holy Land, even if there are many people who practice in the Holy Land, but most of them are inner and outer disciples, and there are not many descendants who can really be included in the door wall by the strong, this is not only because of talent, but also because of the heart, the master-apprentice fit can really carry forward the lineage, some Holy Land Immortals, and even spend years or even ten years observing a person, and finally determine whether they have the fate of master and apprentice.

Tan Yun is the closed disciple selected by Poor Xiucai.

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Far away in a academy in Nanzhou of Nanban Sword, a handsome young man wore a knife at his waist and carried a wine jug, and his breath was like the sea.

Standing on the hill behind the academy, he raised his head and drank a big sip of wine, looking at the sky heroically, his ears seemed to remember something, he bowed respectfully to the north and saluted, "Disciple takes orders!"

After speaking, a long rainbow pierced the sun, and the majestic sword qi crisscrossed the heavens and the earth, as if opening the heavens and the earth, separating the heavens.

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In the past two days, Su Ming is still practicing boxing very regularly, grinding his bones, two days is not long, and it is not short, with the wine in the wine gourd, he has played a total of eight ~ actions in the past two days, and the cold air coming out of the bones is getting stronger and stronger, and he needs to drink a good sip of wine to relieve such a cold.

Calculate the time, it should be about the same, Su Ming wanted to say hello to the uncle, but he didn't find the uncle's figure, so he had to give up.

Straightening his clothes, he strode towards the gathering place.

There is only one wall on the side of the Dreadnought City facing the White Sea, there is no gate, and these monks who want to go out of the city and enter the White Sea can only go through the teleportation array arranged by the three holy places, and it is impossible to climb the city wall and jump down without the earth immortals, after all, the closer they get to the city wall, the more terrifying the killing intent will be.

Su Minghe quickly came to the teleportation point arranged by the three holy places, he had been to this place many times, and he was not unfamiliar with it, but today surprised him, the originally empty and deserted teleportation point was extremely lively today, and many young cultivators gathered around, feeling the aura fluctuations coming from all around, these people were not ordinary people.

"Su Ming, you're here. ”

Seeing Su Ming coming from a distance, Guhe and a few people from the Guiyuan Holy Land stepped forward to say hello.

The three people of Yunxiao Cave Heaven were also on the side that day, but Yue Chengshan was still a little embarrassed to face Su Ming.

"You're here too. ”

Su Ming was not surprised, after all, he had heard from his uncle that he didn't think that these younger generation cultivators would give up such an opportunity because of the chance of this trial.

After that day's apology, Furukawa's whole person was much more free, especially under the on-demand broadcast of the uncle, he put down his body, walked to Su Ming's side, introduced the companions around him, and then pointed to a few figures in the distance, and said softly: "I have inquired, there are many top powerhouses in this trial, and everyone tries to avoid them." ”

"The white-robed young man in the distance is the descendant of the Nine Chaos Holy Land's Chaos God Peak, Yan Baipao, who is seventeen years old this year, is already a cultivator at the peak of the Six Realms, and I heard that he can break through at any time, he is a famous genius in the Nine Chaos Holy Land, and he is also a powerful contender for the Holy Son of the Holy Land. ”

Following Guhe's gaze, Su Ming looked over and saw an emaciated figure, he stood there, like a lonely peak, extremely cold and arrogant, and the people around him didn't seem to dare to approach.

As if sensing something, the young man turned his head just in time to meet Su Ming's gaze.

To Su Ming's surprise, the young man bowed slightly towards him, and then turned his gaze, if he hadn't seen it clearly, Su Ming would have thought it was an illusion.

Furukawa naturally saw this scene and asked curiously, "Do you know him?"

Su Ming shook his head, he didn't know Yan Baipao, it seemed that Pei Qingyu should have said hello, but it was a pity that Pei Qingyu didn't come to participate in this trial.

Gu He didn't delve too deeply, and then pointed to the other man and woman, "The man and the woman over there are the two Tianjiao of the Floating Dust Holy Land, the female is called Bai Feng, the male is called Zong Changkong, and the white-haired young man with the sword not far from them is the Tianjiao Dugu Qingfeng of the Zhiming Pavilion." ”

"These people are all geniuses of the Three Holy Lands, and there are many hidden geniuses among these people, everyone should be careful and try to avoid them so as not to get into trouble. ”

Soon, when the scorching sun was in the sky, a figure came to the sky and appeared above everyone's heads, he waved his hand lightly, opened the teleportation array, and said calmly: "The big array will leave a mark on you, and every time you kill a demon beast, it will leave a breath on it, and when you return, you will judge the victory or defeat between you by virtue of the amount of imprint breath." ”

"Now, enter the battle!"