At this time, the Dan scholars had already taken the stage, and the monks who came on the stage were basically those who were not good at fighting, or who were not aimed at fighting in terms of cultivation, and the next thing was the competition between the most ornamental battle monks in the disciple collection conference.

Monks who are good at fighting are always the mainstream, after all, the strong in the fairy world are respected.

Most monks have a dream of killing and trampling the enemy under their feet.

This kind of battle requires a life and death contract, but most of the time it is not necessary to see life and death, because when a group of danshi see you make a move, they will roughly know your level, and after a few rounds, they will be able to judge whether you are suitable for their sect.

Moreover, there is no agreement that the winner will definitely be able to enter a good sect, and the defeated will not be able to enter a good sect.

Therefore, several monks have taken the stage to fight, but the Danshi seem very bored, after all, in the eyes of the Danshi, the methods of the foundation building monks are really not much ornamental.

Seeing that more than half of the monks took the stage to compete, and these monks were basically accepted by the sect, at this moment, the people on the immortal platform far surpassed the monks on the banks of the Luoshui River.

The sun in the sky had disappeared without a trace, but the light from the mountain was still as bright as day, so that people lost sight of the time, but in fact, it was already close to the early hours of the morning.

Many of the monks were already a little sleepy, and the Dan scholars of those sects were not too interested at this time.

The Danshi of the Twelve Immortal Sects on the stage looked not very good at this time, because the harvest of this day was really a bit bleak, much worse than six years ago.

As for those small sects, they didn't feel anything, and the disciples who received Ruyi were elated, and those who didn't recruit disciples were not in a high mood.

Here, if a monk has several sects to throw olive branches, the choice is in the hands of the monks, and the monks will of course choose those stronger sects.

In fact, many monks had already reached a consensus with some sects a few days ago, and now they are just going on stage to perform and go through the motions.

The person in charge of recruiting disciples from the Double Pupil Gate was a middle-aged man, with a face like white jade, and a green jade eye in the center of his forehead, which was caused by the special cultivation of the Double Pupil Gate.

"This time, the monk seedlings are very poor, and the elders in the sect also asked me to relax the scale as much as possible and recruit more disciples, but now it seems that even if I want to relax the scale, I really can't recruit a few decent disciples. ”

Zhen Jiuxiao smiled and said: "Wei Lan, you have dozens of cities under the jurisdiction of the Double Pupil Sect, with a population of tens of millions, and the number of disciples provided to you every year is considerable, are there still a few disciples missing?"

Wei Lan Danshi only shook his head slightly at Zhen Jiuxiao's ridicule, but there was a trace of worry on his face, and he no longer spoke, but said with a divine thought: "Jiuxiao, do you know what happened? Recently, the elders in the sect seem to have become very anxious, especially this time to merge the various factions, I always feel that something big is about to happen!"

Zhen Jiuxiao's face also straightened slightly, and he said: " I'm the same here, the elders in the door told me that I can't let go of the good seedlings, how many are collected, if in previous years, and a disciple at the disciple collection conference will not be withdrawn, the elders have no opinions, the elders are not even too lazy to recruit disciples from outside the door to join, I also have a feeling of wind and rain, but you don't have to worry too much, the big things are supported by those old monsters, they can't hold on, it's our turn, but if they can't hold on, it's useless for us to go up, so, we have to get by, don't worry too much, but I have just learned a way to make wine, and the refined wine is peerless, how about it, let's have a drink or two glasses in a while？”

Wei Lan is full of worries, he has never been an open-minded person, he is willing to ponder in his heart when he has something, how can he have the heart to drink at this time?

"Sometimes it's good to drink a little bit of wine, but most of the time, it's better not to touch it!"

Wei Lan has little interest in drinking.

Zhen Jiuxiao snorted coldly, "The Tao is different, don't conspire with each other! Don't talk to me in the future!"

After speaking, Zhen Jiuxiao turned his head to look at the field coaxingly, and sure enough, he didn't speak again.

Wei Lan looked puzzled, she didn't know what kind of evil anger Zhen Jiuxiao was sending out for no reason, and suddenly turned her face.

How did he know that after Zhen Jiuxiao got the method of winemaking from Tang Letian, he refined a jar of wine, displayed it everywhere, won countless praises, and also sold a lot of fine wine, he was full of joy and wanted to be angry in front of Wei Lan, who knew that the hot face was pasted with a cold ass, so that his enthusiasm had nowhere to vent, and he naturally began to sulk.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer monks, Tang Lotian said in a low voice: "It's your turn, hurry up! Don't you see that the Danshi on the stage can't open their eyes? You go up just to refresh them!"

When Tang Jiuqu heard this, he thought it was true, and a person who was awesome should appear at such a time!

Tang Jiuqu was about to take a step, but one of them had already climbed the steps of the immortal platform.

Tang Jiuqu's face was a little unhappy immediately, but as a pseudo-Danshi who stood out from the crowd, Tang Jiuqu still had some demeanor, and the expression on his face was faint.

This person on the stage is not good-looking, with a round figure, a fat man, milky white skin, two dimples on his cheeks, and the whole person is white and tender, like a big white steamed bun that has just been baked.

The monk smiled and said: "Seniors, the name is Hao Chi, very good and good, late to come, my mother was pregnant for three years when she gave birth to me, so she gave me a name of Chi!"

Everyone laughed when they heard this, but Tang Letian frowned slightly, it's too late, this name is a little familiar!

"Do you have any magical powers that you can show off, or do you want to accept the challenge of other Danshi?"

Hao Chi shook his head and said, "I don't have any magical powers to show, and I don't want to fight with other Danshi." ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, but they didn't look very old, maybe only thirteen or fourteen years old, and with their cute appearance, everyone didn't boo as when Tu Yiyi took the stage.

"Then what do you want, do you have something to show us?" Wei Lan, who had been reading and didn't speak much, suddenly asked.

After a long time, he nodded again and again, pinched his waist and said proudly: "My mother said, as long as I go here, I don't need to mention other small factions, and the twelve immortal sects will beg to rush for me." I'm here to show you me! Now you can come and rob me!"

Quiet......