The waiting time is always long, which is a little uncomfortable for Chen'er, who is naturally active.

However, the scope of free movement that the Dongfang family has given to those who have not yet been selected is too small, and after being dusty for half a day, they lose interest, and spend most of the rest of their time in the house arguing with a group of children.

The happiest time of the day is to eat three meals a day, and here Chen'er found that the things that can be eaten are not only animal meat!

Like steamed buns, rice, dumplings, noodles and so on, Chen'er is extremely curious, and everything she eats feels very fragrant.

Xiao Fang was already desperate, every time he arrived at the meal, he would think that he was too hasty to admit the boss, but every time he talked to Chen'er about it, he would definitely have to eat a head first.

I couldn't beat it again, so Xiao Fang finally completely admitted it after struggling a few times.

During this time, many children came one after another, and the house was soon full, and then the door of the next room was opened, and within a few days, almost all the houses in this living area were filled with children from five or six years old to ten years old.

Then, after waiting for more than ten days, they finally waited for the notice of another deacon that the selection was about to begin!

This is undoubtedly exciting news for everyone. No matter what the purpose of these children is, their goal is the same, which is to stay in the Oriental family!

At the time of the selection, the children were completely shocked again, because what picked them up was actually a huge mountain that could fly in the sky!

Fly, this word has a strong appeal to everyone, not only children, but also cultivators.

Some cultivators may be able to fly because of different visions that lead to different awakening talents, and some cultivators may be able to fly because of different paths of cultivation. However, the vast majority of cultivators hope that they can spread their wings above the blue sky and white clouds like a bird.

It is also because of this that cultivators have gradually created a lot of magic weapons that can fly.

There are ideas to act, and behind every incredible thing is the accumulation of countless ideas.

Chen'er's current idea is very simple, that is, to take root in the Dongfang family first, and then rely on the power of the Dongfang family to find out the whereabouts of the little demon.

"Boss, look! this mountain peak can fly!" Xiao Fang pulled the dust excitedly.

Chen'er looked up at the mountain peak with interest, and only let out an "oh", which was considered Xiao Fang's answer.

Xiao Fang blinked and looked at his boss, and increased his volume and emphasized, "Shanfeng, you can fly!"

Chen'er didn't understand what Xiao Fang was excited about, and asked, "Yes, I can fly, what's wrong?"

Xiao Fang said speechlessly: "You are a person who doesn't even know steamed buns and rice, and you are still pretending to be calm here?

Chen'er looked left and right, and found that his reaction was indeed a little out of place with the surrounding crowd, so he also pretended to roar a few times.

Seeing that his boss couldn't see any sincerity, he was really speechless when he yelled like coping with things.

The mountain gradually descended to the vast platform in the middle of the houses, and from above it came down a group of people.

The leader was a burly middle-aged man with focused eyes and an angular face. After only a glance, Chen'er felt a lot of pressure. It was a kind of coercion from the higher-ups, and it had nothing to do with strength.

On the left back of the burly man is an old man, although he looks a little older, his face is full of red light, he is full of energy, walking in a dragon and tiger, and his robe is slightly back.

"This is a body cultivator!" Chen'er immediately made a judgment, because of this state, he had also felt it in the second grandfather's body.

After looking around, the burly man at the head frowned and said to the old man next to him, "It's a bit messy, Uncle Ming." ”

The old man, who was called Uncle Ming, smiled apologetically and explained: "Patriarch, it's not that my martial arts are not well managed, it's really that this year's new recruits have brought back a bit of children from outside, and the martial arts are tight, so some of them can't be managed!"

The burly man is Dongfang Wentian, the patriarch of the Dongfang family, and the one he calls Uncle Ming next to him is Dongfang Ming, the master of the martial vein.

Dongfang Ming and the old patriarch Dongfang Ming have different homophones, which are a bit taboo, but I don't know why they were still given these two names at that time.

Dongfang Wentian was obviously stunned when he heard Dongfang Ming's words, and then said with a smile: "It turns out that Uncle Ming is waiting for me here!"

He laughed on his lips, but he secretly cursed the old fox in his heart.

After Dongfang Ming cried miserably, he didn't dwell too much on this matter, so he led Dongfang to ask the world about the peak.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the disciples on both sides stepped forward and knelt down on one knee.

"See the Patriarch!"

"See the Pulse Master!"

The sound was loud and loud in the sky.

Then all the children bowed their heads in respect.

In these days of waiting, Chen'er has already understood the hierarchy of the Dongfang family.

The management, from top to bottom, are the patriarchs, veins, elders, and deacons.

The disciples from top to bottom are elite disciples, inner disciples, and outer disciples.

Of course, there are some other registered disciples, true disciples, personal disciples, closed disciples, etc., all of which can only be determined according to the status of the master and the degree of affection for them.

The two people in front of him are the contemporary head of the Dongfang family and the master of the martial vein, and they are at the top of the Dongfang family.

Chen'er carefully looked at Dongfang Wentian for a while, and found that the eyebrows were indeed quite similar to Dongfang Ming, but they were much better looking than Dongfang Ming's bad old man.

Feeling that there was a gaze, Dongfang Wen Tianshun looked back, and actually saw the child brought back by his father, not only did he not care, but smiled slightly at Chen'er.

The old fox beside Dongfang Wentian did not change his face, but countless questions surged in his heart.

Why did the patriarch look so friendly to that child? Did the patriarch know him? What is their relationship?

......

Xiao Fang felt that it was very difficult for him at this time, because he actually saw his boss staring at the patriarch so straight, without a trace of evasion!

Not to mention the immortal sect of the Dongfang family, even among some powerful people in the mortal world, such a gaze will also attract death!

Who calls him his own boss!

Xiao Fang thought about it, so he leaned towards Chen'er, and then pressed Chen'er's head hard.

"What ......are you doing" Before Chen'er finished speaking, he heard Xiao Fang's trembling and stern voice: "Don't speak, keep your head down!"

After speaking, he quickly put his hand away and went.

Chen'er didn't understand what Xiao Fang was doing, but he still did what his little brother said, the reason was very simple, Chen'er didn't think Xiao Fang would harm him.

And all this that the two of them did secretly was seen by Dongfang Wentian, if it was in the past, he would definitely be furious, and even if he didn't punish them, he would drive these two boys out who didn't know the height of the sky. But today, he's just smiling.

Although Dongfang Ming didn't say what Chen'er's identity was, he was warning himself not to provoke him.

Dongfang Wentian was surprised and at the same time a little funny, what did he do to provoke a child?

However, Dongfang Wentian never expected that it was this child whose father warned him not to provoke in every possible way, but in the future, the entire Dongfang family would be in trouble.

Dongfang Ming was even more surprised by the reaction of his family master, what was the reason why Dongfang Wentian, the head of the family, could endure the disrespect of the two little children on such an important occasion?

The old fox couldn't figure it out, but he remembered the appearance of Chen'er deeply.

The days are still long, and if a vein master has the heart to investigate the details of a disciple, it is very simple.

Dongfang Wentian retracted his gaze, cleared his throat, and said, "The family selection is about to begin, are you ready?"

It wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"Ready!" the children's cries rang out in unison.

"You are very lucky, because you have the opportunity to join my Dongfang family, and even more fortunately, this time the Dongfang family will have a place of 1,000 people for you to fight for. But the selection process is also cruel, because if you are not careful, you will die here! According to past experience, half of you will not survive the selection!"

"Now tell me, are you ready?"

There was an inexplicable power in the voice, which directly struck the hearts of every child, and the children who were still shouting that they were ready just now suddenly began to hesitate.

"Even if you survive, you will go through the second stage of selection! Until only a thousand people win! That is, ninety percent of you will either die here or leave here! Now tell me, are you ready!"

The knock, which was heavier than before, hit the children's hearts again, and in an instant some of them cried.

"Ready!"

Just as the children were pondering the question of whether it was worth it, a voice sounded, not very loud, but firm!

Chen'er looked at Xiao Fang, who had already raised his head and stared at Dongfang Wentian in surprise, and looked at him again.

Dongfang Wentian didn't seem to expect that someone would answer him so quickly, and then glanced at the black and thin little boy, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

"If you want to give up now, walk back to the house behind you! Someone will take you back to your hometown in a while! But you have to think about it, leave, what you lose is the opportunity, but staying, what you lose may be your life!" Dongfang Ming took Dongfang Wentian's words and said, his voice also carried some strange power.

This power will magnify the fear in the hearts of children many times over!

The children began to stir a little, and then someone stepped forward.

One, two, three.

Then, as if this behavior could be contagious, one cry after another was heard, and then one after another the children walked out of the line and returned to the house where they had lived for more than ten days.

One group, two groups, three groups.

At the door of each room, there is a disciple of the Oriental family, and whenever a child enters the house, the disciple guarding the door will record the name and address of his hometown.

After about an hour, the children's team stabilized, and at this time, a disciple sorted out all the materials from the other side of the house, ran to a hundred meters in front of Dongfang Wentian, held the materials in both hands, and waited with his head down.

Then a disciple under the mountain peak came out of the ranks, took the information, ran to Dongfang Wentian, looked at the last statistical records, and said in a loud voice: "Tell the patriarch, tell the vein master! A total of 1,152 people withdrew!"

The team of nearly 10,000 people suddenly lost one-tenth!

Dongfang Wentian nodded, and didn't take the information, but just said loudly to the remaining children: "Children, climb the Flying Peak with me!"

With that, he strode towards the flying mountain!