Wen Fan thinks that since he is a disciple of others, he must choose the strongest teacher, and the dean of the Academy of Gods must be the strongest in the academy!

Yan Zhacan saw Wen Fan's resolute attitude and knew that persuasion was useless, so he sighed and said: "If you really want to go to that madman's door, then I will send you there, you just don't regret it in the future!"

"I won't regret it, Brother Yan, thank you!"

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Yan Zhacan took out a wine jug from his arms, took a big sip of wine, turned around and pointed to a small dirt road leading to the back of the village, and said, "The dean rarely comes to the courtyard, he usually sits in the woods behind the village, let's go." ”

Wen Fan nodded, and resolutely walked towards the path.

The path meandered and walked towards the back of the village for more than half an hour, Wen Fan did not expect that the village where the small Seminary was located would be so big.

By the time he reached the edge of the cliff behind the village, the third elder, Yan Zhacan, was already drunk again.

It turned out that behind the village where the seminaries were located was a cliff, and there were also mountains in the mist on the opposite side.

On the edge of the cliff there is a small stone house built against the mountain, and there is a long verdant bamboo forest in front of the hut.

There was a faint melodious sound of the piano in the bamboo forest, with a hint of sadness in the piano sound.

Yan Zhacan stood more than ten zhang away from the stone house and stopped, and said, "Well, Lord Dean doesn't like the smell of my body, saying that I stink and am a stinky man. ”

Wen Fanha took a breath and sniffed it and said, "I also drank a jar of wine just now, isn't that also a stinky man?"

Yan Zhacan's eyes suddenly kept all the time, and his face showed a look of panic, and said: "Lord Dean, I don't dare to come here to disturb your tranquility if I have nothing to do, there is really a newcomer who must worship under your door, and I will bring him here......"

Wen Fan's eyes froze, and his divine sense probed into the bamboo forest, but he immediately felt a dizziness of his divine sense, and quickly withdrew his divine sense, and he already understood in his heart that the people in the bamboo forest were strong enough to crush him.

Yan Zhacan lowered his head and muttered for a moment, and said to Wen Fan: "Brother, the dean said to let you wait here, when the alcohol is gone, you will be allowed to go in to apprentice, and I have to leave immediately, otherwise the dean said that he will pinch my head! If you can live, we will have a drink in the future! Goodbye, take care!"

"Hey, Third Elder!"

Before Wen Fan could say goodbye to Yan Zhacan, Yan Zhacan disappeared like a puff of smoke.

Looking back at the bamboo forest, Wen Fan bowed respectfully, and said loudly: "Lord Dean, the new Wenlin is here to report!"

But there was no response in the bamboo forest, but the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Wen Fan felt that his legs were soft, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Wen Fan was secretly shocked, this dean could already use his mind to control others! He had already been controlled without even noticing it!

This time, Wen Fan didn't dare to speak again, stood up and respectfully saluted the bamboo forest, and then retreated to the edge of the cliff.

Thinking that the dean didn't like the taste of wine, and then thinking of the sound of the piano and the aroma coming from the bamboo forest, Wen Fan felt that maybe the dean was a woman, an old woman.

Old women are more troublesome, and a strong old woman is even more troublesome.

Wen Fan didn't want to get into trouble, but what had already been decided couldn't be changed.

Turning around the edge of the cliff, the occasional cry of a flying demon beast could be heard in the clouds and mist in the distance, and a large tree that had lived for at least a million years stretched diagonally towards the outside of the cliff, and Wen Fan was surprised to find that there was a tree house hidden in the canopy.

Wen Fan wondered in his heart, since the Dean is proficient in the five attributes, and there is no shortage of those who are proficient in these five attributes, then there should be many disciples who worship under the Dean Lord.

But apart from a small stone house, there was only a tree house in the air, and where were those fellow disciples?

Yan Zhacan's wine was really full of stamina, even if he used his true qi to force out most of the wine, Wen Fan still felt that there was a smell of wine in his mouth.

I don't know when the dean will come out, Wen Fan didn't dare to move around, so he had to sit on the edge of the cliff and sit quietly and look at the scenery in the distance, which was very comfortable.

Unconsciously, Wen Fan entered the artistic conception of cultivation, and time passed unconsciously, and when Wen Fan opened his eyes again, the sky had already darkened.

Although it was already dark, to Wen Fan's surprise, I don't know what strange grass on the ground was faintly fluorescent, and the colorful ones were so beautiful.

The bamboo forest also emits colorful brilliance, the sound of the piano has long stopped, but the stone house in front of the bamboo forest is wide open, and there seems to be a candle flame in the house but no one is visible.

And the tree house in the sky didn't know when it lit up with a faint green light, and it turned out to be the light emitted by the leaves of the big tree itself.

Wen Fan didn't dare to speak loudly, but curiosity drove him to the stone house, and said respectfully in a distance in front of the stone house: "Disciple Wen Lin meets the dean!"

There was no sound in the stone house, Wen Fan waited for a long time, cautiously walked to the stone house, looked into the stone house, and found that there was no one inside, the stone house was extremely simple but very clean.

There was a wooden bed in the corner of the room, and in the middle of the floor was a stone table with a candle lit.

Wen Fan walked into the stone house and found a few rows of small characters written on the wall.

After reading the words on the wall, I realized that this stone house was prepared for disciples.

Because what is written on the wall is what the disciples need to know.

The first is that you are not allowed to drink alcohol......

Wen Fan was secretly annoyed, regretting that he shouldn't have drunk the wine of the third elder Yan Zhacan, but now that it's okay, the dean doesn't even want to see him.

The second is not to approach the treehouse.

Wen Fan has unknowingly committed the second article.

The third rule is not to speak loudly, and this article is also a violation of the Wenfan......

There were a total of thirty disciple bans, and Wen Fan's brain exploded, and he began to regret coming here, regretting what he chose to worship under the dean's disciple.

Now Wen Fan knew why he couldn't see the other disciples here.

It is stated in the Disciple's Instructions that a disciple must practice with the Master every day, and only those who can survive the Master's trial for ten days can become a full disciple.

The result of the failure of the trial was only one, and that was to be killed and then buried under the cliff.

"Damn the Third Elder didn't even tell me!" Wen Fan secretly scolded Yan Zhacan in his heart, this is really a madman dean!

The most disciples who have newly entered the Academy of Gods are fourth-order gods like the Lingyin Dragon Sword, how can they win the trial with at least a sixth-order god-level powerhouse, and they still have to compete for ten days in a row!

Wen Fan was extremely depressed, and sat on the wooden bed and was stunned.

This stone house is for formal disciples, otherwise they cannot live in it.

I encountered such a depressing thing on my first day at the seminary, but since I came, I had to face it!

After thinking for a long time, Wen Fan walked out of the stone house, but suddenly felt that a stream of true qi in the dantian was drawn out of his body, and he was shocked to understand that this was the kind of mysterious power that Ren Million said, so he hurriedly took a divine crystal dew and swallowed it, and suddenly felt a warm current enter the dantian.

Wen Fan had been cultivating on the edge of the cliff for a few hours just now, and the energy of a divine crystal dew could be said to be a very large force, but after being drained of some of the power, the true qi condensed by cultivation in the previous few hours was gone.

If you follow this cultivation progress, then you will never want to go further on the cultivation path.

It's no wonder that Ren Million has only cultivated to the Fifth Order Divine Venerable in a million years and is still so proud and proud, and now it seems that Ren Million can really be regarded as a genius.

Wen Fan looked at the tree house, the big tree with more than a dozen people hugging each other stretched out of the cliff diagonally for dozens of meters, and the green light illuminated a night sky hundreds of zhang square.

There was a tall figure standing on the thick trunk in front of the treehouse! shoulder-length black hair, skin as white as snow and white jade, and a pale green dress as if it were a part of the big tree, like the elf of the big tree, looking so quiet in the green leaves.

There was an inviolable momentum in that exquisite and impeccable face, and the star-like eyes were staring at Wen Fan coldly, as if looking at a humble reptile.

Wen Fan bowed respectfully, his voice was low and powerful, and said, "Master, disciple Wenlin pays a visit to Master!"

"If you have read the disciple rules, you will know that you must go through my ten-day trial before you can be called my master, otherwise you will violate the tenth rule and be killed by me!"

The voice from in front of the treehouse was cold and unforgiving, with a hint of anger in it.

Wen Fan raised his head and said without humility or arrogance: "Master Venerable, it is extremely difficult to survive your trial anyway, then of course I don't have to care about those disciple rules! The rules are set by people, and I am the one who denies the rules!"

"Bold!"

This time, although the dean's tone was still full of domineering, there was also a hint of surprise.

Wen Fan proudly straightened his chest, raised his chin and said, "Master, I want to accept the first day of trial!"

"You...... Aren't you afraid of death?" The dean's body suddenly moved slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the person was already standing in front of Wen Fan.

Wen Fan's pupils shrank violently, and his heart almost stopped beating!

How could there be such a beautiful woman in the world!

Wen Fan felt dizzy, almost forgetting who he was facing, but he heard the beauty dean in front of him shout angrily: "You have violated the eleventh rule of disciples, you are not allowed to look at me!

"You...... It's so beautiful...... "Wen Fan was so drunk that he forgot to call the other party the dean, even if he was called Master.

"Bold! You have violated the twentieth disciple prohibition again! Ten times your death is not enough!"

Wen Fan suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly lowered his head, at this time there was only one thought in his heart, such a woman is really not qualified for anyone to look at directly!

Such a woman should not be in such an earthly world!

But this face looks inviolable and majestic, but Wen Fan feels so kind, as if he is familiar.

To be continued