Five days later, the waning moon disappeared in the sky, a touch of the bright light of the fish's belly sprinkled down, and the peaceful foot of the mountain in the past was already densely packed with people at this time, bustling like a downtown area. e-watch is available free of charge

Among these people, the vast majority of them are ordinary people who have no cultivation, but there are also loose cultivators in the Qi refining period, and they rushed to the foot of Bishan early in the morning, all of them want to worship Wuji Mén.

After all, in the past five years, the development speed of Wuji Mén is simply a miracle, almost every year, there will be disciples who have successfully built the foundation, until now, there are already seventeen real people who have built the foundation, and in terms of the number of real people alone, it is enough to rank in the top six of the Yunzhou Sect Master Mén faction.

In the realm of Yunzhou, Wuji Mén is already a well-known sect, in the foundation of the Mén faction of the momentum for a while, countless mortals and loose cultivators are not allowed to enter, I heard that today to open the mountain, and the person in charge of the mén personally recruited disciples, the thirty-six counties in Yunzhou are boiling, countless mortals and scattered cultivators come all night, just want to try their luck, if it is really lucky to be selected, the fate of life may change.

And in the midst of the crowd there was a little beggar in rags, standing silently, and there were many people around him with disdain on their faces, and pointing and pointing, but he always looked indifferent and deaf, as if he had not heard.

But at this moment, there was a boy in a brocade dress, shaking a paper fan and walking out of the crowd, and couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Isn't this an iron bull?" You don't ask for food on the streets of Bluestone? But what are you doing here? ”

Speaking of this, he took out a small piece of silver ingot from his arms, threw it on the ground casually, and said proudly: "Seeing that the young master is about to become a disciple of Wuji Mén, and his mood is not bad, I will reward you with ten taels of silver, hurry up and pick it up and go back to ask for food!" This is not the place for you to come. ”

Lu Tieniu snorted coldly, but he didn't even glance at the small piece of silver ingot on the ground, and retorted: "Qian Jinshan, you can come here, why can't I come?" ”

"What?" The brocade-clothed boy named Qian Jinshan seemed to think of something funny, pointed at him and said with a smile: "No, you stinky and begging for food, you actually want to enter Wuji mén?" It's really making people laugh out of their big teeth. ”

Lu Tieniu snorted softly, and said with some disapproval: "Young Master Qian, haven't you heard of it?" What Xiuzhen looks at is not identity, but whether there is a spiritual root? ”

Qian Gongzi closed the paper fan, and said disdainfully: "Just because you are a stinky person who wants food, what can you do to cultivate the true spiritual root?" ”

Lu Tieniu was a child's heart, and immediately said unconvinced: "Qian Jinshan, I haven't cultivated the true spiritual root, so do you have it?" ”

Qian Jinshan opened the paper fan and said proudly: "Iron Bull! If you want to talk about cultivating the true spiritual root, you don't mention any Qinghe County, just our Qingshi Town, I'm afraid that no one can compare to the young master, do you know what the Dao is for? ”

Speaking of this, he didn't wait for Lu Tieniu to speak, he gently waved the paper fan twice, and said with a sense of hope: "It's okay to tell you, the young master's is not only cultivating in Wuji Mén, but also the hall master of the Internal Affairs Hall, this matter is known to many people in Qingshi Town, with the young master's background, how can he not cultivate the true spiritual root?" ”

His words were very loud, and there was no concealment, causing a lot of sensation around, and when even a few people came forward, the stars hugged him like the moon, obviously trying to set it up.

Qian Jinshan glanced at Lu Tieniu coldly in the crowd, and the proud Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed.

Lu Tieniu snorted coldly, and then turned his face away, but thought in his heart: "What is there to be proud of?" Tie Niu's uncle is the hall master of Wuji Mén Dantang, has he never been so public? ”…,

But at this moment, from the depths of the Bishan Mountain Range, there were bursts of Qingyue bells, and the sound fluttered in the heavens and the earth, filling every corner of the air.

The mountain of Wuji mén, bursts of brilliance flashed, and hundreds of disciples in Tsing Yi with swords slowly walked out, and walked down the stone steps on both sides of the mountain with a solemn spirit.

After that, there were eight white-clothed disciples who came out of it surrounded by a blue-robed nv cultivator, and those white-clothed disciples were just cultivators of the seventh or eighth level of qi refining.

It's just that the blue-robed nv Xiu is a real person who builds the foundation, her body exudes a majestic spiritual pressure, her eyebrows are obliquely long into the sideburns, the bridge of her nose is ying, the red cún is like a flame, the phoenix eyes are an inch longer than ordinary people, and her eyes are as sharp as lightning.

The crowd below suddenly rose up, and someone shouted: "It's Ruoshui Zhenren, the master of the Wuji Mén Transmission Hall, and the fifth disciple of Wuji Zhenren." ”

When the man's voice fell, the crowd suddenly became in an uproar, but when he saw the blue robe NV slender sleeves waving, a wave of clouds suddenly hung down, and the majestic momentum of Yue Zhuyuanzhi emanated, and the bustling crowd began to calm down.

The audience was silent, and the blue-robed nv cultivator looked around, and said loudly: "Fellow Daoists, I, Tang Jingxiang, with the title of Ruoshui Zhenren, am the master of the Wuji Mén Transmission Hall, and according to the will of the Wuji Zhenren, I am here today to recruit disciples. ”

While she spoke, she used a sound amplification technique that even Qi refining disciples could do, so that her voice could reach every corner, and it was only extremely pleasant to listen to in everyone's ears.

At this point, she paused for a moment before continuing, "Ben mén recruits disciples, whether they are strong or not? Is it smart and smart? Just see if there is a spiritual root? After a while, this Mén Wuji True Person will exert his magical powers to distinguish whether you have a spiritual root or not, and if you have a spiritual root qualification, you can become a registered disciple of Wuji Mén. ”

As we all know, although mortals can cultivate the truth, even if their luck is against the sky, they can only cultivate to the realm of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and it is basically impossible to build a foundation successfully, and their achievements are naturally extremely limited.

But having a spiritual root is different, the future of cultivation will become bright, Wuji mén, as a major sect in Yunzhou, only recruits disciples with spiritual roots, which is understandable, but Wuji Zhenren determines whether the magic of the spiritual root is effective? Naturally, they were all a little skeptical, and they heard that among the Jindan True Monarch, there were very few monks who had mastered such magical powers.

Just as they were all thinking about it, an invisible spiritual pressure poured down from the mountain peak, as if it was a flood that broke through the floodgates, flooding the place where it spread, and the majestic divine consciousness instantly covered it.

That divine consciousness seems to be everywhere, and it can easily break into the sea of human consciousness, so that the thoughts in the heart are traceless, and they are completely presented under that divine consciousness, and there is no way to bury them deep in the heart lake.

Suddenly, there was a heavy cold snort in the sky, and in the crowd, there were two loose cultivators of the seventh and eighth levels of Qi refining who spit out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly fell to their knees.

"You two are disciples of Qiankun Mén and Wanguan Mén! I actually want to enter this mén to plot wrong, I really underestimate this seat. ”

That voice seemed to sound between heaven and earth, echoing in the mountains, showing supreme majesty.

Tang Jingxiang's expression immediately changed slightly, and the phoenix eyes swept to both sides with a sense of authority, and immediately the four white-clothed disciples on the left and right rushed out of the crowd, pulling out the two scattered cultivators who were kneeling on the ground.

The two of them saw that they were being found out of Xingzang, but their reactions were different, and one of the bearded men was extremely stiff, and shouted loudly: "Wuji Zhenren, the elder of Qiankun Mén, the Ghost Dao Zhenren, is my eldest brother, he fell into the hands of the disciples of your sect, and I and Wuji Mén are incompatible, and today it falls into your hands, if you want to kill it, you have to listen to it." ”…,

The other person was a thin man with a roe deer's eyes, and he knelt on the ground in a panic, crying and shouting: "Wuji real people spare their lives, it's really none of the villain's business!" Everything was assigned by the real person of Fu Bao of Wanguan mén, and it was he who asked the villain to find a way to enter the noble mén, so that he could find out the news of your faction. ”

The voice in the sky snorted coldly: "You two are really bold, if this seat didn't want to leave you xìng to send the message back, I would definitely kill the two of you, and when I go back, tell Qianyuan Zhenren and Fubao Zhenren that Hugh has to play yīn tricks and use small tricks, otherwise this seat will definitely not be spared." ”

Speaking of this, the voice continued to command: "Jing Xiang, cut off one of their arms and let them go!" ”

"Yes, Master Mén!" Tang Jingxiang bowed towards the void, then immediately turned around, and waved his sleeves to throw out two sharp sword winds.

"Ahh The screams rang out immediately, and the left arms of the two men were broken at the shoulder, and blood gushed out in an instant, staining the ground with mottled faces.

The bearded man screamed miserably, and then roared: "Wuji Zhenren, if you don't kill me today, you will definitely regret it later." ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, he sank down, picked up his left arm from the ground with his right hand, and strode out without looking back, blood flowing from the wound on his right arm, dripping into a long line of blood on the ground.

And that Wanguan mén disciple, who was originally born xìng timid, was suddenly cut off an arm at this time, and he was already so frightened that he didn't even pick up the broken arm he fell to the ground, and fled in a hurry with his right hand covering the wound, and soon disappeared at the end of his sight.

Wuji Zhenren only sensed a little, and he easily recognized the two monks who were plotting against him, so that everyone present was awe-inspiring, and they all stood there respectfully, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

After the two of them walked away, the sky seemed to be quiet, and the voice never sounded again, but Tang Jingxiang seemed to have received instructions from the transmission, but saw that she couldn't stop nodding into the air, and while speaking, a pair of phoenix eyes swept through several people in the crowd, including Qian Jinshan and Lu Tieniu.

In less than half an hour, she seemed to fully comprehend the will of the palm, so she bowed to the top of the mountain, turned her head and said aloud: "Ladies and gentlemen, the Wuji True Persons of this Mén have already selected their disciples, and forty-eight of you will become the registered disciples of this Mén. ”

Today, there are thousands of people who come here, and there are quite a few casual cultivators, but only forty-eight of them have been confirmed to become disciples of Wuji Mén, which shows that it is not an easy task to become a disciple of Wuji Mén.

When Tang Jingxiang got the will of the palm mén, he ordered the eight white-clothed disciples to enter the crowd to lead people, and as long as they led out of the crowd, they were all named disciples selected by the palm mén.

Although Qian Jinshan was flamboyant and presumptuous, as he said, he really had the talent of spiritual roots, and he was soon led out of the crowd by the white-clothed disciples.

Just as he was standing in front of the person with great pride, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Lu Tieniu next to him, and opened his mouth wide in disbelief, and said in disbelief: "Tie Niu, won't you, you also have a spiritual root?" ”

Lu Tieniu snorted coldly, and said proudly: "Qian Jinshan, I said a long time ago, if you can have the cultivation of the true spiritual root, can't I have it?"

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