Ning Feng was speechless, the old man couldn't listen to it at all, he felt that he could make him scold for a long time if he said a casual word, this was completely a preconceived thought, and he had to sigh: "Believe it or not, I'm still struggling with whether to worship that guy as a teacher, after all, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a reliable master." ”

Unreliable? Chi Lian Immortal obviously believed in Ning Feng's words now, and he almost had no doubts in his heart, this Nanchuan Academy doesn't look at the outer gate and the hundreds of thousands of disciples in the inner gate, if you want to talk about unreliable, I'm afraid that no one can compare with the little junior brother, as one of the eight disciples of the teacher, it doesn't look like a teacher, and he still causes trouble everywhere all day long.

"Is it really the apprentice of the little junior brother?What is your name?Hey, it's a pity that it's a good furnace refining material, why aren't you from the demon clan, it's a pity......" The old man sighed, listening to Ning Feng's heart on the side, this guy actually planned to use his own refining weapon, but fortunately, he didn't expect the tiger skin of the reverse feather to be so easy to use.

"Get out, I'm upset!" "The Red Refining Immortal cracked the void and brought Ning Feng in, Ning Feng was immediately surprised to find that he had once again fallen to the place where he had disappeared before, and the figure of the old man did not appear, only the voice came into his ears, Ning Feng felt inexplicable, the outside world was really dangerous, he was busy rushing to the inn, it was better to hurry back to cultivate.

The old man in the void was suspicious, frowning and muttering to himself: "It's really the bloodline of the demon race, and the strength of the bloodline is not weak, plus the human bloodline on his surface, hey, this guy, little junior brother, I don't know where the fool brought back a ** annoyance, no, I have to go to him to ask for an understanding!"

Ning Feng found that Qingshan City was not as orderly as he imagined, and sure enough, where there were people, it was inseparable from fighting, just about four or five hundred meters outside the inn, he found that two groups of people were fighting, and the two camps were each dressed in the same clothes, and the age did not seem to be very old, there were nearly 100 people on one side, blocking the street, and it was not easy for pedestrians to think about it, so many people stopped to watch the excitement.

After some inquiry, Ning Feng learned from an aunt on the side that these two groups of people were actually all freshmen of this year's class, and he couldn't help but look weird and smack, this is a brawl among so many freshmen, and the admission pass rate of Nanchuan Academy is not low.

Immediately, Ning Feng realized that he had misunderstood under the next explanation of his aunt, the admission pass rate of Nanchuan Academy is really not very high, about one out of ten people in each class can pass the freshman assessment to enter Nanchuan Academy, and the number of people in each class is almost fixed at around 100,000, which is almost the upper limit of the number of freshmen in each class, and anyone who knows a little can actually inquire about it.

100,000? Ning Feng was surprised, this number is not an ordinary horror, this is only a new student, it is considered an old student of the previous year, how many disciples does Nanchuan Academy have? The establishment of the academy is close to three thousand years, 100,000 per year, this is ......

Ning Feng said in his heart Where are so many young people in Nanchuan Academy, the Heavenly Wind Empire and the Heavenly Poison Empire have fought for so many years, and the scale of more than 100,000 people is not more than three digits, it is also three thousand years, and the power of the whole country is not as effective as a scholar's words, it is conceivable that the status of the martial arts powerhouse is far higher than that of the secular emperor.

Ning Feng asked the aunt in a low voice, but the aunt was kind, looked at him and shook his head, and explained, the population is mobile, and the disciples of the Nanchuan Academy can't just look at the surface data, according to the aunt, his husband is a handyman in the Nanchuan Academy, and he has also told her some information.

100,000 new students, but not in the real sense of the new students, but only obtained the qualification for admission, according to the convention, these 100,000 people to enter the Nanchuan Academy specially developed small space to participate in the 'demon hunting', which is extremely dangerous, it lasted a week, the people who survived are afraid that only fifty percent, 50,000 people can meet the requirements of the college, each session is different, but in general, it ranges from 10,000 to 30,000 people, because they have to compete for resources and college qualification points.

Based on the calculation of 20,000 freshmen who passed in the end, they will also participate in the freshman qualifying competition, and then according to the final qualifying places, the academy will arrange for them to have a ten-day star task, and if they do, they can enter the Eight Peaks and become inner disciples, and if they do not achieve it, they can only stay in the outer gate and become outer disciples, and the chance of passing is almost 1 in 10, that is to say, 20,000 people can enter the inner gate about 2,000 people.

The situation of the inner door is not clear, but she also said that the inner door is not simple, it is very dangerous, the inner door disciples who want to cultivate must do tasks in exchange for points, and the mortality rate of the task is frighteningly high among the freshmen, and the people who can live to the next freshman to sign up, I am afraid that less than half of the people, as well as some other matters within the academy, will have casualties, and the final situation is.

At the beginning, the 100,000 new students, selected layer by layer, became the real disciples of the Nanchuan Academy, and there were less than a thousand people, and there may be some of these thousand people who practiced casually, but more of them still had their own families, and they would choose to complete their cultivation for a period of time, and then leave the Nanchuan Academy, and most of the elite disciples who did not leave would participate in the assessment of the criminal court.

In addition, martial artists are not gods, and they will also be born, old, sick, and die, which has caused the fact that the number of elite disciples that Nanchuan Academy really has is only tens of thousands, which is not an astronomical number.

As for the outer disciples, to put it nicely, they are all potential stocks, they are the same door, to put it mildly, in fact, they are all losers, people who can rise from the outer door and successfully enter the inner door, it is very good to be able to produce one out of a hundred people, and they can't become Bafeng disciples, whether it is status, resources or promotion space, there is a huge difference.

Ning Feng also sighed with emotion after hearing this, how do you feel that this outer disciple is a group of cannon fodder in Nanchuan Academy, there are many people, the cultivation realm is uneven, there are many, many gangs, and there are tens of thousands of people who know how to move at every turn, just the main courtyard of Nanchuan Academy, under the three thousand ladders, there are nearly one million outer disciples, counting some other branches, I am afraid that there are almost four or five million people, this ......

Ning Fengguang sighed when he thought about it, that is to say, there are many people in the outer gate who eat and wait for death, and some people have been cultivating for hundreds of years, and they are still mixed in the outer gate, they are completely old fritters, and this kind of person is really admirable.

The requirements of the outer disciples are also very relaxed, and the reason why their population is so large is actually related to the fact that after they have their own mansions, they can bring servants and family members to settle in, and these subordinates must also be counted in the statistics of the outer gate population.

According to Ning Feng's current understanding of the martial artist Shou Yuan, it is slightly clearer than before, and he can roughly guess the top strength of the outer disciples.

Under the spiritual vein, in fact, it is not a real martial artist, it can only be said that it is a little stronger than the physique of ordinary people, and it basically cannot increase the longevity of the body.

The realm of the spiritual vein, once there is a spiritual vein, the longevity of the Yuan directly increases by ten years, the Lingwu realm is added by another twenty years, the Wuzong directly adds another fifty years, the Martial King is the real martial arts into the house, and then the Wuzong is added on the basis of a hundred years or so, the words of the Martial Emperor, counting the front, the total life span is about five hundred years, the minimum of the saint is a thousand years, and the highest can even be close to ten thousand years, mainly depending on the degree of comprehension of the rules, the supreme realm, the lowest Shouyuan is five thousand years, and those with extraordinary talents are even not difficult to live for thirty or fifty thousand years.

Ancestral realm, people at this level can be regarded as half a foot into the door of eternal life, even if they don't get eternal life in the end, at least the longevity has to be calculated according to 100,000 years, the words of the emperor, no one has ever made a conclusion, but I have always believed that the emperor is immortal, immortal and immortal, and live with heaven and earth.

Of course, these are just appearances, a person's life span is affected by many things, for example, a flat-headed person knows the way of health preservation, it is not impossible to live longer than the martial king, although it is a very few, but it does not mean that there is none, and the horizontal death rate of the martial artist is too high, and the average life expectancy under the martial king is not more than one hundred years old, no matter which realm.

It's a little better above the martial king, high-level martial artists won't do it because of trivial things, and it's not so easy to fall, so the most important thing is strength, if you want to live for a long time, you have to keep getting stronger, don't think that you can get along without fighting with the world, good people don't live long, and disasters will last for a thousand years.

Of course, while the strong enjoy a long life, in addition to the need to pay countless blood and sweat on the martial arts, they must always fight against the will of the heavens, and they must resist the thunder tribulation, otherwise there is no such thing as martial arts is to change their lives against the sky.

Looking at the street again, the two groups of people beat their eyes red, many of them were in tatters, their bodies were full of scars, and they had never heard the sound of cursing and shouting, these people were not stupid, they still had some scruples about fighting in groups, but they took out some wooden sticks, bricks and the like, and no one dared to use metal sharp objects, even if they were beaten bloody, no one broke this rule.

Later, Ning Feng learned that the Nanchuan Academy acquiesced in this kind of gang-forming behavior among the freshmen, and even encouraged the students to compete more, but they could not use weapons in the places under the jurisdiction of the law enforcement disciples, and the violators were expelled from the academy, and then the family forces would forever prohibit sending disciples to participate in the freshman assessment of the academy! At this point, it can be seen that the Nanchuan Academy is quite domineering in handling things, and there is no intention of negotiating at all.

"Zhang Heng, don't be arrogant, I haven't looked for you after beating my brother, you still dare to take the initiative to block me here!" The young man who roared out was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, his voice was a little hoarse, and it seemed that he was bleeding a little, and he held a long stick and stared at a richly dressed young man surrounded by several people.

The hands of the two sides showed the appearance of one side down, and there was a stalemate before, but suddenly there were people on one side rushing out from around dozens of helpers.