Twenty-five days later, more than 200 miles away. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The scorching sun is in the sky, and it is steaming, in such a weather that is not suitable for travel. A young man dressed in sackcloth approached from a distance and walked under the authentic mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate is the bazaar, all kinds of shouts are endless, and it is very lively. A well-dressed boy and a young man passed by one stall after another, throwing off the money to buy some things in the picture.

The Mai boy who came from a distance was Lin Honeysuckle, he had no money, and he didn't have the leisure to hang out, so he walked straight towards the authentic enrollment office.

"Hey! What kind of little guy are you, so ignorant? It's in my way, get out of the way. ”

Lin Honeysuckle was at the end of the registration line, and a later son-in-law shouted in a disdainful and impatient tone.

"This is authentic too, I won't pick a shady day to sign up, it's not humane at all, and sooner or later one day it's over."

Although, he kept chattering, and he was still holding a bowl of refreshing cold powder in his hand, looking like a hanger.

However, if he really doesn't line up, he won't sign up. He didn't dare, because as long as he dared to do so, his father would dare to break his legs.

Because, only when you enter the sect of cultivation can you have the qualification to climb up.

Everything is inferior, only the cultivation of immortals is high!

"I'm not a little guy, I'm here to sign up." Lin Rongdong replied in a kind tone.

"You? Just you? Brother Gongzi's eyes became even more disdainful.

By you? It's up to you? Do you know how much our family paid for an authentic registration?

Poor and rich martial arts cultivators, can a little beggar like you afford such a high price?

Forget it, the impostor who indiscriminately fills the number will be brushed off in a while. Dad said that when you go out, you should be kind to him, and leave him alone.

Brother Gongzi's face flicked, his nostrils turned to the sky, and he ignored Lin Honeysuckle.

Lin Rongdong smiled, and he was not angry. If he hadn't gotten that memory, he had waited on that street for a year. Perhaps, he will be just a homeless man in his life. Now, though, everything is different.

Lin Honeysuckle touched the small wooden sign hidden in his clothes, his eyes firm.

The people at the front of the line either passed the registration and happily entered the mountain gate. Or they didn't pass the registration and quit crying.

The process was very fast, and soon it was Lin Honeysuckle.

The person in charge of registration was also stunned when he saw Lin Rongdong. In front of them are rich children dressed in gorgeous clothes, and suddenly a boy in sackcloth appears, how can he not attract attention.

It wasn't until Lin Honeysuckle took out the small wooden card from his arms that the disciple in charge of registration began to look at him.

"Smack!" Lin Honeysuckle's right hand snapped his fingers, and a small flame burst out from his fingertips.

Seeing the small wooden sign, it was confirmed that Lin Honeysuckle had obtained the qualification to sign up.

Seeing the flame at his fingertips is to confirm that he has the talent to practice.

The registrar then asked, "Name, place of origin." ”

"Name: Lin Rongdong, Hometown: Shangdu."

"This is your registration form, this is the authentic sect manual, just follow the guide disciple and go to the test. I hope you will join the authentic main gate. ”

The disciple in charge of registration said in a rare and kind tone.

"Well, thank you." Lin Rongdong took the registration form and the sect manual, and then followed the leading disciple away.

"How did he get through?" The rich kid handed a silver medal to the registered disciple and asked.

"See that wooden sign?"

The disciple in charge of registration said a little impatiently.

"That's not like you bought this silver medal, the wooden plaque authentic will be scattered in the empire five pieces every year, by those people in the rivers and lakes, and the smell of blood on each wooden plaque cannot be dispersed. What's wrong? Did you mess with him? Be careful in the future, people like them who come with wooden cards are the most ruthless. Didn't you see that I was so polite to him? ”

The rich family listened to the advice of the registered disciple, looked at Lin Rongdong's back as he gradually moved away, and swallowed his saliva.

He faintly regretted his throat, he was thinking, I didn't provoke him just now.

"That's our authenticity, and you'll be living here for a few years to come." The guiding disciple introduced the surrounding scenery.

Lin Rongdong looked at the inside of the mountain gate, which was not much different from the outside of the mountain gate, it was not too strange, if you entered the mountain gate, there would be strange flowers and plants, and the fairy sound would be abnormal.

"This is it, you wait here, your name is called, and you can go to the test. When you wait, you can take a look at the sect manual first. ”

The disciple who led the way took Lin Honeysuckle to a building, explained a few words, and then returned according to the open path, ready to take the newcomer.

Lin Honeysuckle found a place to sit down and began to look through the sect's manual.

Turning to the first page of the sect manual, it is the introduction of the authentic sect and the historical origin.

Then tell page by page, the memorabilia of nearly 10,000 years since the establishment of the authentic sect. I didn't finish until eighty pages later, and I began to talk about what I was going to test.

One test, mana rank.

The second test, the potential talent.

Three tests, immortal martial arts.

One test and two tests Lin Honeysuckle understands, one is to test the current ability level, and the other is to test the future cultivation limit.

However, what are these three tests of immortal martial arts? Whether it is himself or that fragmented consciousness, there is no content about the Immortal Martial Arts.

In order to clear up his doubts, Lin Rongdong turned the sect manual to the next page.

After a brief reading, Lin Rongdong understood what this immortal martial arts battle was.

The Xianwu hegemony is similar to the Xianwu chess that has a memory in that period of incomplete consciousness.

However, Xianwu chess is very ancient, so old that it has almost been eliminated, it is a kind of game with heaven and earth as the chessboard, macroscopic game. The immortal martial arts competition is much more agile and is a small-scale competition.

In the Immortal Martial Arts, you can choose any one of the three races of gods, humans, demons, and more to operate. Victory is conditional on the destruction of the opponent's last building, or the surrender of the opponent.

In the incomplete consciousness in Lin Honeysuckle's mind, although there is no content of the Xianwu Battle, there is a lot of knowledge of the Immortal Martial Chess, and I don't know if the knowledge of the Immortal Martial Arts can be applied to this Immortal Martial Chess Competition.

Lin Honeysuckle closed the sect manual, left his seat, and walked a few steps forward, seeing a giant spirit stone screen, phantoming the picture of the Immortal Martial Battle.

This should be the picture of the people who are in the middle of the third phase of testing, the competition.

Lin Rongdong looked at the two players and sat in front of an immortal martial arts machine.

The left hand flutters on the strange stone plate, pressing down one small square after another, and the right hand holds an object and slides wildly on the tabletop.

An inexplicable emotion brewed in his chest. When he combined these complicated operations with the game footage that was being played.

There was a "snap", as if something had broken. That fragmented consciousness flowed out a lot of experience about Xianwu chess, nourishing Lin Honeysuckle's heart.

In Lin Rongdong's mind, he imagined the scene of the immortal martial arts hegemony, and his hand, which also learned the appearance on the screen, began to operate.

A subtle, epiphany enveloped him.

He was stupid, and he didn't care where he was, and he began to realize. (To be continued.) )