Over the years, I don't know how many disciples in front of the sect have told this old man that he had doubted the promises of those disciples, but in the end he chose to believe it. He didn't actually believe that these disciples would repay him, but he believed that seeing these disciples who came here to prepare for the inner gate was all a chance.

The Desolate Sect is one of the most powerful cultivation places in the north, and it is known as the four major cultivation places in the north along with the Demon Sect in the unknowable land of Fengxue Ridge, the Dust Sect Academy in the Wufu Sea, and the Oblivion Island on the sea. There are countless disciples of the outer sect of the Wild Sect, but there is only one place for the inner disciples every year, and since the back mountain began to accept disciples, only six disciples have been accepted so far, and they are called the six gentlemen of the Wild Sect. Every gentleman is a great cultivator in the world, because he rarely moves on the mainland, the strength of the realm is unfathomable, and the only thing that knows is that even the weakest of them, the sixth gentleman, the fifteen-year-old boy, Yuan Zhi, is already a great cultivator at the peak of the Eight Extremes Realm.

The name Yuan Zhiwei is not unfamiliar to people in the north, and even the entire continent, known as the first day of the Wei Kingdom, he entered the first pole realm at the age of six, and entered the middle of the eight pole realm within a year, and created his own thirteen moves Zhifu sword, the power is amazing, once outside Xiliang City, killed eight thousand iron horsemen in Chang'an overnight. As for the other gentlemen, they are all in the back mountain of the Wasted Sect, and they rarely appear, and their master is not the head of the Wasteland Sect of this generation, what they know is that the master of the gentlemen has lived in the back mountain since the establishment of the Wasted Sect, and it is said that he is the younger brother of the head of the sect when the sect was first founded hundreds of years ago, and the whole of the Wasteland Sect calls him the little uncle. The six Neimen gentlemen called him the same, because the junior uncle said that he was just accepting disciples for his senior brother.

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Seeing Shang Yunmu covered in scars and tired eyes this time, the old servant didn't know why he no longer accepted every disciple outside the mountain gate who wanted to sneak into the sect to find an apprenticeship opportunity as before, but after glancing at Shang Yunmu, his expression became indifferent.

It's very different from before, and it's like two people.

The old servant sneered, he was fetching water. So he smashed the bucket in his hand at Shang Yunmu, "Waste material, you don't look at your own virtue, except for a face, what qualifications do you have to become a member of this sect." ”

The boy was sprinkled with water, and his wet clothes were filled with the wind, and his whole body was cold.

His emaciated body was exposed, literally skinny like a monkey. And the wounds on his body were hot after they were exposed to water, and the blood stains were mixed with water droplets, and they slid to the ground. Suddenly, the cold qi in his body intensified, and the black qi on his right leg became thicker, and a burst of soreness and bone-splitting pain erupted. Probably after being humiliated by a servant who was not even a disciple, he had a violent thought, which intensified the spread of the evil spirit attached to the snake venom.

"I'm not a waste material!I'll be a strong man!" Shang Yunmu looked very angry, he stepped on the bluestone slab of the sect with poisonous gas, the bluestone slab had gathered the Xuanqi left by the disciples of the outer sect for so many years, and when he felt the poisonous gas of the bone heart python, the ground buzzed and shook.

The old servant didn't notice the changes on the ground, and he could see that he had been paying attention to Shang Yunmu's eyes.

"I'm going in. Suddenly, Shang Yunmu's eyes slowly began to turn scarlet, and a powerful and domineering air flow in his body burst out, directly shaking the old servant in front of him and pushing him to a pillar.

"Looks like you're not scrap. The old man with sparse hair coughed dryly, and slowly stood up against the pillar, but it was a pity that the other bucket in his hand had been shattered with the air flow that had just exploded from Shang Yunmu's body, looking at the broken wood chips on the Qingshan board and the stagnant water on the ground, he shook his head like looking at the rice that accidentally fell on the ground, "It's a pity that I don't know how to cherish it." ”

Shang Yunmu's ears were trembling by the resonance of the strange air flow in his body at this time, and after a roar, he kicked up in the air and flew towards the old man, as if he wanted to kill - fortunately, the sound of the Donghuang Bell came out again, and the bell mixed with divine power dispelled the evil qi surging on his body, and the scarlet eyes also returned to normal, and the strange air flow disappeared in an instant, Shang Yunmu fell from mid-air to the bluestone slab, and let out a terrible scream.

"What just happened?" Shang Yunmu patted the dust on his buttocks, looking at the old man and the sawdust on the ground in surprise.

After glancing at the old servant, he saw the calm of the lake in the old man's eyes, but there was a trace of turmoil hidden in it, and he subconsciously looked at the part of his right leg that had been bitten by the snake before, as if there was no black gas on it.

"Sure enough, it was an evil beast, and its body was cold for a while, and then it felt like its body was being dominated. Shang Yunmu whispered.

Although Shang Yunmu's voice was very low, the old servant seemed to hear it, and he lamented regretfully: "Alas, child, you don't seem to be able to cultivate, you can only be a waste material. ”

"What, you say I can't practice?" Shang Yunmu asked.

The old servant said: "Yes, there is not a trace of Xuan Qi staying in your dantian, although there is Xuan Qi entering your body in the air from time to time, but it will come out again in a moment. Even the poorest qualified cultivators can retain at least one percent of the Xuan Qi that enters the body, but I have observed you since you stepped into the mountain gate, and there is indeed no trace of Xuan Qi that can stay in your dantian, and the God of Annihilation is destined for you to not be able to cultivate!"

"Someone has said the same thing as you, but I don't believe in the so-called God of Oblivion, what is the God of Oblivion, what does he decide my life, I want to practice, even if I can't practice, I have to become stronger. After Shang Yunmu finished speaking, he gave up his hands and prepared to say goodbye to the old man and walked towards the sect.

"The head is in the Sea Power Pavilion, you can see a crimson attic along this road all the time, that is the Sea Power Pavilion!"

The old man's voice came from behind him, watching the young man leave, the old man's tone did not understand the young man's progress towards the sect, but he also held a glimmer of hope, hoping that he could really be admitted to the back mountain and become a disciple of the little uncle, with the skills of the little uncle, even if he could really let him practice. A cultivator who cannot gather Xuan Qi in the dantian is destined to become the weakest existence among the cultivators.

"Thank you. ”

The boy didn't look back, shouted, and limped in as directed......