Suddenly, a demonic crimson light and shadow was activated from the tattoo on his left arm, instantly covering the golden shock wave caused by the explosion of spiritual power. The sharp shock wave, which was originally unbreakable and uninspired, was instantly subdued under the cover of the red light and shadow, as if the rebellious soldiers had met a trusted general.

Under the condensation of the crimson light and shadow, the blast wave contracted strangely, as if going back in time, and the burned musculoskeletal and even blood that had been destroyed before began to be reborn at this time, and the golden shockwave was also reunited around the 'iron bump' under the leadership of the crimson light and shadow, and was even forced into it. "Bang~!" a dull popping sound came from the body. Then in the fist-sized 'iron bump', there was a 'tick', and a drop of water oozed out.

'Tick', 'tick', 'tick'...... 'iron lump' seem to be melted, and what can be seen as far as the eye can see is turned into a drop of water. Eventually, the fist-sized piece of iron disappeared completely, and was replaced by a palm-sized, dark and bottomless lake. The fourth time to open up the Spirit Lake, success. Linghu Middle Realm, a true cultivator, the beginning of the path of cultivation!"Ah~~~!" In the face of death, Wang Bufan remained extremely calm, even indifferent. But the success of the willow blossom made it difficult for him to maintain this state of mind anymore, and the rumbling excitement hit him like a monstrous wave, making it difficult for him to control himself. The depression that has been buried in my heart for a long time finally broke out completely at this moment.

The hands are clenched into fists, the green tendons are highlighted, and the muscles are like dragons winding, entrenched on the arms. The power contained in it is terrifying!"Boom~!" The two fists are like two dragons going out to sea, and they bombard the ground quickly and incomparably. The conch wall, which was as solid as iron, began to crack at this moment, and the cracks spread like the roots of an ancient tree, and the huge snail house collapsed. Even Kutze, who was sitting on a wicker chair outside, was shocked to the ground by the shocking sensation. The old man hurriedly got up, looked at the ninth meditation conch that had suddenly collapsed, and stood in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

"Failed? This failed explosion is too hard!" Kutz couldn't think of any other reason. It's been one night, and a whole night has passed. Kutz had been thinking about the situation in the ninth meditation conch, and although he knew that the young man would surely die, the kindness in his heart still urged him to look forward to the young man's death later, even if it would be good if he lived a few more times. Just a moment before the explosion, he was still wondering if he would go in and take a look, but the next moment the young man exploded and died. This...... It was so miserable that even the solid shell of the iron house conch was blown apart, and the body of the young man could be imagined.

"The people are gone, the meditation snail has also been destroyed, this ......" The huge explosion and the strong sense of concussion attracted the surrounding residents to ask what was going on. When they learned that it was Wang Bufan's intention to open up the Spirit Lake that caused the explosion and his death, everyone was stunned, and immediately launched various emotions. There are sympathizers, and there is no shortage of schadenfreude. "It's a pity, so young. The path of cultivation is difficult to cultivate, and how many young people's lives have been ruined!"

"He deserves it, so that he doesn't know how to die. Obviously, they have failed to open up the Spirit Lake three times in a row, and they still don't know how to die to open the Spirit Lake again. On the road to death, he really made oars on all fours, for fear that he would be half a step slower!" "You can't say that, after all, it's a life! Besides, isn't the path of cultivation just going against the sky, and if there is a smooth road, there should be an indomitable momentum." He's just unlucky, and if he does, isn't he just another noble guru?" "Guru, is the guru he can be? Who doesn't want to be that high person, I also want to be a guru, but people should be self-aware, and they know that they can't do it, it's not an indomitable momentum, it's a fool." ”

"As early as ten years ago, I also failed to open up the Spirit Lake three times in a row, but I have self-knowledge, whether the teacher is important or life is important, I don't need to say more, everyone knows. He doesn't know? He's a ghost, deluded by the superiority of the Guru. Therefore, he has no other grievances, he deserves it!" Everyone was noisy, and they all voiced their voices and expressed their opinions. Suddenly, the sound of shards rang out, and a figure stood up from the rubble. And this figure is none other than Wang Bufan. Everyone was silent, all stunned, and there was silence all around, and the needle drop could be heard.

It took a long time for someone to wake up from their stunned stupor. He ...... Not dead?!" "Did he succeed? It's amazing!" "It can't be that he gave up the promotion at the last moment, and because he vented his anger, he used his frenzied violence to destroy the meditation snail, right?" "I think there is such a possibility, and in the end, he was scared and didn't dare to take risks. So act in anger and ruin this meditation snail!" "Wouldn't it be that he succeeded in breaking through the spiritual lake, and then used his spiritual power to destroy the meditation conch?" After all, this movement is really too big, and the power of the Ten Brilliant seems to be difficult to cause such a sensation. ”

"The fourth time to open up the Spirit Lake, how is it possible, you are talking in a daydream, it is pure nonsense, it is ridiculous!" Ignoring everyone's talk, letting their speculative eyes fall on him, Wang Bufan stepped out of the ruins. The sluggish pace of the past has become firm, and the waist that was slightly bent in the past has become straight. Even the two crescent-like lazy eyebrows flew diagonally like sharp swords at this moment, and the whole person became awe-inspiring, like a sharp blade. Coming to the stunned and speechless Kuci, Wang Bufan was a little surprised.

"I'm sorry that the meditation snail was destroyed. I'll find a way to get a bigger iron house conch back later, but now I'm going to check it out. With that, Wang Bufan turned around and left, and went to Kujiamu Square, where the selection meeting was held. He hadn't gone far when Kuci's trembling voice suddenly came from behind him and asked, "Young man, have you succeeded?" Not only Kuci wanted to know, but everyone around him wanted to know the answer to this question. For the others, Wang Bufan didn't bother to answer. But Kutze asked, and he couldn't help but answer, the only one who ever cared genuinely about him.

So, he turned his head, smiled kindly at Kutze, nodded in acknowledgement, and walked on again. "Those who have been in the lake for four times, and those who have been in the lake for four times. I've actually seen it, ha, I've been guarding this meditation conch for decades, and I've seen countless young people die trying to embark on the path of cultivation. I didn't expect to meet the Spirit Lake four times today, okay!

Among the remaining five people, except for the side disciple of the Yu family, the other four also hesitated to agree, but because their family received certain benefits from the sect, they did not dare to speak, for fear of offending the master who had agreed before. "Snow Pavilion Master, this is not in accordance with the rules, that disciple has already agreed to join my Yunlan Pavilion, you ......" Mo Xingshuo glared at Ku Feng on the stage angrily, but he recruited such a disciple for the sect, if he was dug into the corner by Xue Qingyan again, wouldn't he be a loner?

"What are the rules, what are the rules, the words spoken by my Earth Spirit Pavilion are the biggest rules! ”

The eighteen nearby forces, including Kujiamu, belong to the public area. In other words, no single sect of the cultivators exercised absolute jurisdiction over them. It's not that I don't want to, but I want to do both, which leads to a situation where you don't accept me and I don't accept you. After consultation, it was decided that no sect should be allowed to recruit disciples from these eighteen forces without permission, no matter how talented the disciples were. If a sect recruits it privately, it will be attacked by other sects. Therefore, there is an annual selection of disciples. All the nearby sects send envoys to select disciples on this day of the year, each by their own means.

This year's Chosen Heroes Meeting was held in Kujiamu Square. On the square, a platform with a huge fish bone as a bracket covering the scales like a grinding disc is built with a platform dozens of feet long and wide. On the platform, there are five half-zhang high gray-brown tortoiseshell buildings, and five people sit on them. One of them was the master of Yunlan Pavilion, Mo Xingshuo. In addition to Mo Xingshuo, the other three were the envoys of other sects, in order of Wind Thunder Pavilion, Xuanchen Palace, and Yushi Pavilion of the Xiuzhen family. And the last seat is the patriarch of the current Ku family curtain and Ku Feng's father Ku Xiangji. At this moment, there were twelve young people standing on the stage, and one of them was Ku Feng.

"This year is good, the eighteen forces have actually lost twelve disciples who have embarked on the path of cultivation. "Because of the selection meeting held in Kujiamu, Ku Xiangji, who got the last seat, introduced the identities of the twelve disciples to the four sect masters one by one. This is the first choice of the Wisdom Society, and it selects disciples who have already embarked on the path of cultivation.

Mo Xingshuo stood up, looked around at everyone, and bowed his head in satisfaction, and finally his gaze fell on Ku Feng's body. "Ku Feng, you are willing to join my Yunlan Pavilion and become a glorious outer disciple!" "The Xiuzhen Sect has servants, outer disciples, inner disciples, and core inheritance disciples. Depending on the size of the sect's forces, the cultivation of these four identities is also different.

For example, in Yunlan Pavilion, qualified mortals can only be servants, and only those who set foot on the path of cultivation and become cultivators in the middle realm of the Spirit Lake are qualified to be outer disciples. When you reach the upper realm of the Spirit Lake, you will automatically enter the inner disciple. Only by breaking into the Purple Mansion Realm, and a certain age limit is required, can you become a core lineage disciple. Mo Xingshuo's inquiry came from his ears, and Ku Feng stepped forward proudly under the attention of everyone, and replied loudly: "The disciple is willing!" "Well, very good!" Mo Xingshuo was very satisfied, even if he lost the contribution points that Wang Bufan's waste could bring, but at least he also grabbed an outer disciple, although the contribution points were less but not far behind, so he was still in a very cheerful mood.

"Fu Wuming, are you willing to join my Yunlan Pavilion and become an outer disciple!" Obviously, the disciples that Mo Xingshuo contacted privately were not the only ones who were in contact with Ku Feng. Ku Feng stepped back, and the young man beside him stepped forward and replied loudly: "The disciple is unwilling!" "Well, it's very ...... Huh?!" Mo Xingshuo was visibly stunned. I have already said it before, how can I regret it now?

How dare you tease me!!! "Haha, Brother Mo, this excellent outer disciple has been talked about by you alone, so what should we do with the Wind Thunder Pavilion?" The envoy of the Wind Thunder Pavilion stood up, looked at Fu Wuming from afar, encouraged him with his eyes, and cheered him on. "Fu Wuming, are you willing to join my Wind Thunder Pavilion and become a glorious outer disciple?"

"The disciple is willing!" agreed so happily, it was obvious that the two had already negotiated before. Mo Xingshuo knew at this moment that he was confused by the Wind Thunder Pavilion. A lot of contribution points disappeared like this, Mo Xingshuo naturally didn't have a good face, but the envoy of the Wind Thunder Pavilion was not afraid of him at all, he was also a cultivator in the lower realm of the Purple Mansion, who was afraid of whom?" "Yao Wuji, are you willing to join my Wind Thunder Pavilion and become a glorious outer disciple?" "The disciple is willing!" "Tan Tianming, are you willing to join my Xuanchen Hall and become a glorious outer disciple?" "The disciple is willing!"

"Yu Hai Niu, are you willing to join my Yu Clan Pavilion and become a glorious outer disciple?" "The disciple is willing!" ...... The four sects used their own means, and they all shouted out the names of the disciples who had been communicated for a long time and incorporated them into their own sects. Soon, the twelve disciples of the Linghu Middle Realm were divided among the four sects. The Wind Thunder Pavilion and the Xuanchen Hall each recruited four people, the Yushi Pavilion recruited three people, and only the Mo Xingshuo of the Yunlan Pavilion recruited only one person from Ku Feng. Originally, Mo Xingshuo had already communicated with the five people, but he was cut off by the other three sects, and only Ku Feng, who was recruited yesterday, was left.

This made him very annoyed, and a large number of sect contribution points were missing, but he didn't have a place to spread fire, so he could only hold back. Not only that, but the twelve disciples of the Spirit Lake Middle Realm only recruited one person, and it was difficult to explain when they returned to Yunlan Pavilion. I am afraid that the fat difference of his messenger is coming to an end. "My Earth Spirit Pavilion has not arrived, you dare to swallow all the disciples privately?" Someone walked in the air, wearing a white dress like a fairy coming to the world, floating in.

"The Earth Spirit Pavilion is here!" "In previous years, it didn't bother to participate, why did it suddenly appear this year?" "Who knows, the transcendent existence of the Earth Spirit Pavilion, you can do whatever you want, and we will question and speculate in which round." "Alas!" the four sect envoys stood up one after another and exchanged seats. Ku Xiangji, the patriarch of the Ku family, who was originally at the bottom of the seat, left the seat with great interest at this moment and stood under the stage. The fairy in the white dress with a slender posture and stunning appearance sat in the middle seat, and the four sect envoys bowed down one after another to pay respects.

"Meet the Lord of the Snow Pavilion!" "Xue Qingyan, the deputy pavilion master of the Earth Spirit Pavilion, has become a cultivator in the middle realm of the Purple Mansion with a flower letter of youth, and the name of genius resounded in all directions. For the greetings of the four envoys, Xue Qingyan only bowed slightly. Eyes as bright as pearls scanned the twelve disciples below, "You, is anyone willing to join my Earth Spirit Pavilion?"

(End of chapter)