The sky was still bright, the old village chief and Ling Kong Ling Yan were already sitting in the inn hall, although the people at this time were very excited, but the square where the disciples were recruited had already been blocked by the big array, and only when the time came, people could enter.

After breakfast, Ling Kong Ling Yan sorted out his clothes, the old village chief saw that there was still an hour before recruiting disciples, and said all the truths about being low-key and not causing trouble, Ling Kong and Ling Yan's heads had already nodded like chickens pecking rice.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the old village chief led Ling Kong and Ling Yan out and headed to the square.

The further they went, the quieter the crowd became, and when they were about to reach the gate of the square, the old village chief asked Ling Kong and Ling Yan to stand at the door and wait.

When the time was almost up, Ling Kong and Ling Yan said goodbye to the old village chief and squeezed into the crowd and walked towards the gate of the square. When they arrived at the gate of the square, no matter who it was, everyone was like a stone statue.

"The hour has come, cancel the big array, and wait for you to enter the square!" The crowd was slightly agitated, but soon quieted down, and they all entered the square in an orderly manner.

Ling Kong looked around, there was no sect recruiting personnel, suddenly there was a sound of breaking the air in the distance, only to see a huge folding fan coming here at great speed, and finally stopped on the east side of the square, after a few people got down from the fan, the huge folding fan gradually became smaller, and finally became the size of an ordinary folding fan, which was held in the hands of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.

Then, three more sounds of breaking the air came from a distance, and I saw a huge goshawk, a huge gourd and a huge flying sword, each flying to the side of the square. The huge goshawk was put in a small cloth bag at the waist of the orange-clothed old man with the leader, the huge gourd gradually became smaller and hung on the waist of the purple-clothed old man, and the huge flying sword gradually became smaller and was inserted into the scabbard on the back of the blue-clothed middle-aged man with the leader.

The four major sects greeted each other, and then the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi spoke at the beginning: "This time the sect recruits disciples, and our Qingyun Sect presides over it.

First of all, those who have reached level five and above stand in the center of the square, those who have reached level four take two steps outward, those who have reached level three take four steps outward, those who have reached level two have taken six steps outward, and those who have reached level one take eight steps outward. ”

Hearing this, more than 500 people immediately dispersed, and volleyed closely followed the crowd to the periphery, and after taking eight steps, his brows furrowed, and his hands couldn't help but clench.

When there was no change in the crowd, the four leaders gathered together to discuss the distribution of the number of disciples, and after a tea time, the four of them dispersed and took their places.

"Then all the people who are called will stand with me. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi looked at the young men and girls in the square looking at him, and then stretched out his finger and pointed, "You, you, you, and you... "After ordering about a small number of people, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi stopped.

Next, the blue-clothed middle-aged man of the Heavenly Sword Sect looked at the rest of the people and said, "The spiritual roots are metallic, all come to me. Five people in the crowd arrived at the middle-aged man in blue, who nodded slightly, and then glanced at the old man in orange.

The old man in orange opened one of the cloth bags on his waist, and suddenly many butterfly-like insects flew out, and then flew towards the rest of the crowd, "This spirit butterfly can choose a disciple with a better spiritual root here." The orange-clothed old man stroked his beard and said, "After all, the spiritual roots of the same level are also divided into upper, middle and lower. When the Soul Seeker wasn't moving, the old man in orange asked the chosen ones to come to him.

Ling Yan was finally selected at this time, but Ling Kong was still standing in place, his calves trembling slightly, his mind was blank, and now the rest were the worst people.

Suddenly, the secret technique of the word "all" in his mind operated independently, and Ling Kong finally came back to his senses, and at the same time, Ling Kong felt that no matter what, he must join the last sect.

The purple-clothed old man looked at the rest of the people, shook his head, sighed, and asked symbolically: "All the fire attribute spirit roots are here with me." After three breaths, no one in the square moved, and the old man in purple was about to turn around, "Senior, please wait a minute, the junior has a wood attribute martial spirit, I don't know if I can come to you?"

"Wow, I actually awakened the martial soul, I can't see that this kid is hiding so deeply!", "Yes, I didn't expect that there were awakened martial souls among the remaining people!" The crowd boiled instantly, but they didn't dare to make a loud noise, and the people of the other three sects also looked at the volley.

The purple-clothed old man was also stunned for a moment, and then instantly appeared in front of the volley, "Quickly show the martial soul and take a look." "Yes, senior. However, Ling Kong did not show all the martial souls, only the upper part of the tree root martial souls was presented on the palm.

The purple-clothed old man felt it, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the other three sects also lost interest, "It's just a piece of wood martial spirit, but it's a pity, even a small grass is stronger than this piece of wood, how can it grow without roots? "Thank you, senior!" volley immediately walked to the place of the Danmeng branch.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi saw that it was almost over, said hello to the other three sects, and then threw the fan in his hand into the sky, sealed his hands, and chanted words in his mouth, and after a breath, a huge fan appeared in the sky, under the control of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, the huge fan slowly landed on the side of the square, and then took away the new disciples, and the other three sects also followed, taking away the new disciples.

Ling Kong sat on the huge gourd and looked at the direction of Ling Yan's departure, sighing in his heart, but when he looked at the regressing scenery below, he couldn't help but feel pride in his heart: "One day, I will also soar between heaven and earth!"

After half a tea time, everyone saw a majestic mountain, and a palace complex was located on this mountainside, and the bottom of the mountain was a dense forest, and the top of the mountain reached into the sky.

Just as Volley carefully looked at the top of the mountain, everyone had already arrived in front of the palace, two vermilion gates three feet high, with plaques with the words "Danmeng Branch" written on them, and two gatekeepers stood on both sides of the gate.

At this time, when the two guards saw the purple-clothed old man, they immediately arched their hands and said, "See Elder Lin!", the purple-clothed old man waved his hand and instructed a disciple behind him to take the volley to the miscellaneous service hall to report, and then flew towards the top of the mountain. And Ling Kong followed the disciples in front of him into the gate.

Ling Kong didn't say anything on the road, and the disciple who led the way didn't ask anything, and it didn't take long for the two of them to walk outside a house with a horizontal plaque that read "Miscellaneous Servant Hall", "It's here, let's go in." With that, the two walked in.

There was no one else in the room except for an old man who was reading a book, "See Elder Sun, this is a new registered disciple, and Elder Lin asked me to bring him here." ”

Elder Sun put down the book in his hand and looked at the volley: "What's your name?" Elder Sun didn't know where to get a small wooden card, and after a few strokes of his finger on it, he threw the small wooden card into the air, and the volley hurriedly caught it, and found that the small wooden card was engraved with "volley" on one side and "Named Disciple" on the other.