The Purple Cloud Sword Sect of the Xiuzhen Sect is cultivated on the test bench.

"Chen Xiang, the sixth layer of qi refining, was promoted to the sixth generation disciple. Next, Han Feng. ”

As soon as the Cultivator Test Elder's words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and hundreds of Qi Refining Disciples in the Ziyun Mountain Test Square all set their eyes on a white-clothed young man who walked out of a corner. This young man is dressed in light white clothes, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, white teeth and red lips, a face like soft jade, graceful steps, and a literary demeanor, not like a monk disciple, but very much like a scholar in the world.

"Damn, this junior brother Han Feng is still in the mood to pretend to be elegant, and his qualifications are really on par with his cheeks, hehe!"

"Look at that sour look, I thought I was the ancestor coming!"

"I heard that this Senior Brother Han has only been cultivating for three years and is only at the first level of Qi refining, I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Absolutely true or false, the qualifications of this Han idiot, tsk ......tsk, tsk, tsk, I've got another show to watch, hee-hee! ”

"With this Senior Brother Han's support, I won't be at the bottom of the list, I really want to thank this stupid junior brother!"

"Hahaha......"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

The crowd pointed and pointed, and from time to time there were jokes and mockery, which caused everyone to snicker.

Han Feng's face suddenly turned red as if he had been slapped, his heart ached, his head lowered, he gritted his teeth and walked quickly to the test table, and came to the test elder.

The test elder looked at Han Feng, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but in an instant, the strong in the cultivation realm respected and did not sympathize with the weak, his face was solemn, and he said sharply: "Freeze, close your eyes." ”

Han Feng didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly held his breath, closed his eyes, stopped moving for half a minute, and waited for the test.

As soon as the test elder raised his right hand, a purple light curtain immediately came out of his hand and enveloped Han Feng's body. After exhaling and breathing, the light curtain aurora flashed, and in a flash, Han Feng appeared with sweat on his forehead.

"Alas——, Han Feng, refining qi at the first level, is still the last disciple." The test elder let out a long sigh, three points of pity and seven points of dissatisfaction on his face.

Han Feng thundered, and his mind was blank for a while, and he actually stayed on the test bench. Although I had prepared for the worst for a long time, it was still so difficult to accept when the result came out. In the past three years, I have practiced day and night, and how much hardship I have endured, only I know that what I have worked hard for is still despair and humiliation.

Is it too poor talent or is it unfair! Han Feng, who has always been tenacious, is oozing two tears from the corners of his eyes at this moment, rolling down with full of anger and pain.

"Haha, the stupid qualifications of these five spirit roots are even rarer than the single spirit root geniuses of Li Xiao and Xie Yunting, the qualifications of the two junior brothers and sisters, Senior Brother Han Feng can be described as the first idiot of my Purple Cloud Sword Sect cultivation!"

"That's right, the first idiot of monasticism, hahaha......"

There should be harmony, and the group of Qi refining disciples laughed for a while, and people pointed and poked at Han Feng on the stage one by one as if they were looking at strange things, and their faces were full of playful and mocking.

"Han Feng, your spiritual root five elements, your qualifications are really poor, go back and cultivate well, don't ruin the prestige of my Purple Cloud Sword Sect!" Elder Dong, who was testing, fanned his sleeves, and a strange wind blew Han Feng directly off the stage.

Although the test bench is not high, Han Feng's cultivation is low, and after landing, his body has taken more than a dozen steps back, his center of gravity is unbalanced, his body is tilted, and he sees him fall to the ground.

"Senior Brother Han, be careful!" A pair of big hands leaned forward and held Han Feng up.

Han Feng looked back and saw that it was his best friend in the Purple Cloud Sword Sect - Xiahou Chong.

"Thank you." Han Feng didn't have the heart to say more, said thank you, and hurriedly flashed through the crowd and disappeared into a hidden corner.

"Humph!" Xiahou Chong snorted angrily at the crowd, and strode over.

"Next, Fang Shuo!" The test elder seemed to be oblivious to the scene in the audience, still with a cold face, and nodded sharply.

A slender disciple hurriedly climbed onto the test bench......

The test continued, and after about an hour, the test was completed.

The disciples who advanced were all happy and happy, while those who had not advanced were depressed and listless, and the rude people with violent temperaments even began to curse and curse. The group of Qi refining disciples seemed to be chaotic for a while.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly flew from the sky, and in just a few breaths, it reached the sky above the test bench, and the sword light was stunned, and an elder of the Medicine Sect wearing a green pill robe and stepping on a silver flying sword appeared, this person had two delicate and small furnace patterns embroidered on his chest, and he was a second-grade alchemist of the Medicine Sect.

This second-grade alchemist named Huang Teng glanced at the group of qi refining disciples below with an arrogant gaze, in his eyes, these qi refining disciples of the Sword Sect were like ants, and even the test elder was disdainful, after all, the people of the Medicine Sect held a large number of pills in their hands, and the pills were almost the best shortcut for every cultivator to break through the bottleneck and quickly enter the Jin, so the alchemists in the cultivation realm were highly respected and had an extremely high status.

"The head of the sect has an order, all Qi refining disciples below three generations will go down the mountain to practice, and tomorrow they will go to the Chaotic Beast Forest with my Medicine Sect to collect medicinal materials for alchemy."

Huang Teng, a second-grade alchemist, raised the head token with one hand, and said extremely arrogantly to the Qi refining disciples below him.

Three generations and below disciples changed their complexions when they heard this.

I have long heard of the act of going to the Chaotic Beast Forest to collect medicine with the Medicine Sect, almost once every five years, the so-called experience is false, and death is true. For Qi refining disciples, this is undoubtedly a life-and-death catastrophe. There are also a lot of genius treasures in the chaotic beast forest, but the rarer the medicinal materials, the more powerful the beasts, and even more so the beast demon who has opened the spiritual wisdom to guard, and the qi refining disciples who went with the medicine sect were mostly used as bait to lure the beast demons, and the people of the medicine sect took the opportunity to collect medicine, and they didn't care about the life or death of these sword sect qi refining disciples, so these sword sect disciples with low cultivation were basically nine deaths and one life, or even ten deaths, and there was no return.

The strong in the cultivation realm are respected, and the weak should be eliminated, even if they know that these disciples with low cultivation have added to the belly of the beast demon, but the various elders, sect masters, and heads of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect still turn a blind eye. After all, the sect needs pills to improve its overall strength, and it should and must be sent to death for those who are too poorly qualified. Moreover, the disciples of the Medicine Sect are scarce, and they are all noble, even the head of the sect is reluctant to take them to feed the beast demons.

After Huang Teng finished speaking, no matter how others reacted, he flicked his big mouth, flicked the sleeves of his robe, swirled the flying sword, turned around, and a sword light flew away, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

The Qi Refining Disciple who had just been promoted to the fourth generation disciple was secretly happy, while the disciples of the third generation and below were all pale and their hearts were filled with fear and anger.

"Damn, Lao Tzu has been cultivating for five years, and he hasn't distributed more than half a pill of pills, but he has to work hard for the medicine sect!" A triangular-eyed third-layer Qi refining disciple couldn't help but curse.

"Senior Brother Wen, don't say it, I have been cultivating longer than you, not to mention that I haven't distributed more than half of the pill, and I haven't even seen half of the dregs. Go back and prepare well, if you have relatives at home, leave a letter and prepare for the worst. Alas! Another cultivator who had been friends with him was calmer, after all, he had participated in the last medicine sect collection and had some bearing in his heart. He clearly remembered that there were nearly fifty disciples below the third generation who went with him last time, and only four of them survived, and he Chen Liang was one of them, and the thrilling and terrifying scenes kept flashing in his mind, making him still shudder when he thought about it now.

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