Chapter Twenty-Three: The Sun
However, it was too late to regret it. As soon as he handed out the wooden card, he admitted that he was Qi Tianshi's apprentice.
"Smack!" When the elder became excited, he patted his face, and everyone looked at him in amazement. Qi Tianshi was shocked into a heavenly immortal, and his stunt of "escape" attracted everyone's ridicule and suddenly stopped, and was replaced by an exclamation.
Qi Tianshi passed the exam and got the admission ticket, his face suddenly changed, and Tian Tian's face turned into a smirk: "Haha...... "I'll tell you!" With the master's skills, I can't get in, the master doesn't like to practice since he was a child, so there is only the early stage of practicing qigong, if the master practices seriously, I'm afraid it is already a great satisfaction to practice qigong, rest assured, you won't regret receiving this master!"
Qi Tianshi's words were both smug and arrogant, and the old man crooked his mouth, kicked him, and glared at him: "Noisy!"
"Ahh "Okay!" Qi Tian suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Haha... The onlookers suddenly laughed gloatingly, this is called extreme happiness and sadness, and some people secretly sneered, this little tease is too good at bragging, fifteen-year-old Qi cultivation environment is a unique sin, and I can't find one for hundreds of years.
"Haha... I'm getting more and more interested in this boy. Yang Mingxuan held his arm, his mouth, and his eyes sparkled.
Mo Ninghong also stared at Qi Tian eating silently, and was full of interest for a while.
Yu Yao's cloudy eyes flashed with color, and he sighed in a voice that only he could hear: "Congenital body, serious!"
At the end, the direction in which the son was walking, suddenly a flashing light disturbed the Quartet, and all eyes followed the light, but when I saw a handsome guy, his body released a dark blue shadow, like a cloud, a strong high-pressure layer, and the teenager with low intensity felt a little uncomfortable.
Under the cover of the shadows, the young man appeared energetic, as if he were the greatest man in the world.
Zhao Yang quickly swept away, and the old man Hao Tianmen, who was taking the exam, opened his thin eyes in surprise, and said loudly and in shock: "Good pure vision, this should be, Hong-level vision!"
"Shhhh When all the people heard this, they were so frightened that they stretched out their necks as if they had been struck by a soul.
The handsome young man's body visual totem was still pouring out extreme pressure, and many young people turned their backs with painful complexions, Zhao Yang frowned and shouted loudly: "Enough!"
The young man let go of the totem in front of him, and suddenly the pressure disappeared all at once, and the crowd returned to calm.
Zhao Yang looked at the boy excitedly and said, "Are you Jingyin Garden?"
Jing Yinyuan said: "This is the younger generation."
"Good! May I enter the gate of heaven and pass by the gate of your supreme condensation!" Zhao Yang looked happy and asked eagerly.
Jing Yinyuan's eyes were very calm: "I'm going to enter Hao Tianmen." I appreciate your kindness!"
"Haha... Zhao Yang couldn't control his emotions for a while, and laughed.
"Good! Good! Good! Entering Haotianmen, you immediately get the treatment of the core disciples, the secret recipe inside the school is your choice, and all kinds of resources are provided to you tenfold! This will be your best choice!" Zhao Yang said three good words in a row, and then gave everyone a good eloquence.
Then, with the admiration of a group of talented people, Jingyin Yuan proudly took the pass and walked aside to wait.
Mo Ninghong looked at the handsome figure in a daze, not caring at all. The level of the flood and the grade of the wasteland were the same to him, and he did not want to see the end of his path.
However, for the others present, Jingyin Yuan caused a great commotion, and the eight factions sighed and envied one after another, longing for the flood position that might become a powerhouse in the fairyland in the future!
Fairyland, the gods of the entire Proterozoic Continent have not yet appeared, and there are not even Mahayana powerhouses here!
However, the potential of potential, which can go so far, is not known, and the genius vision before the flood has also failed? Therefore, all kinds of strength are only sighs and regrets, and there is a little regret.
Then, another ray of light lit up in the Haotianmen area, and Zhu Lianxing, who came out of the Tianhan Building, released an ice crystal-like shadow, about three feet or so, showing a kind of coldness.
With a smile that could not be concealed, the old man said kindly, "A man's vision!" Introducing!" Suddenly, there was another exclamation.
The human perspective represents the potential of Mahayana Buddhism.
Suddenly, Zhu Lixing was radiant and extremely proud. With brisk steps, she jumped to Jing Yinyuan's side, and the two held hands.
The Heavenly Fierce Gate has a young one, summoning a vision, there is a kendo genius at the door, named Lu Jing, there is a beautiful maiden in the Dream Pavilion, the natural charm of the body, the Thousand Swords Universal Fast Absolutely Amazing Young Knife Method, called the Cold Silver Shadow, has obtained a large number of young stars, Stone Mountain Flesh, the Heavenly Fire Gate has a young one who can approach the fire attribute, and the Wind Blade Ya harvests a handsome boy with a hand pu fan, outstanding, named Liu Chang Shocking Wind.
As for the rest, they are ordinary geniuses and not worth mentioning.
After a day of admissions, all the teenagers who could be promoted were screened out, and the admissions meeting was over.
The meeting was over, some people were happy, some people were lost, the promotion was directly taken away by the nine schools, and the rest went back to their respective homes.
Mo Ninghong said goodbye to Yang Mingxuan, the deputy leader of the Cangmen Alliance, and calmly went down the mountain, and Mo Yuanming was waiting for him halfway.
Yu Yao was frightened, he didn't know where to run, and no one cared about his identity.
Back in Jiuyuan Mansion, in the courtyard, a group of constitutional revisionists from Jiuyuan Mansion surrounded him, asked about the selection results one by one, and told him frankly that he had been defeated.
All the gods felt a little disappointed and enthusiastically encouraged him.
"Little lord, Lord Fushang, please go to him." An immortal master half-knelt down and reported the report.
Mo Ninghong immediately walked in, walked into the hall, and found the tripod sitting drinking tea with a serious face.
Seeing him, he said solemnly: "Hong'er, where is your eyesight?" Is it hidden? Put it out and let me see. ”
Mo Ninghong smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and said helplessly: "Dad, I don't have any vision on my body anymore, and the original two visions have been stripped naked by me."
The ink tripod was desolate in front of him, and the frozen voice said, "What did you peel it for?" Don't you know the function of vision?"
The vision is good, but the potential is limited. I want to go my own way. Don't worry, Dad.
Merdin was silent for a moment, nodded, regained his composure, and smiled: "Okay, I respect your choice, what are you going to do next?"
"I'm going out into the world to hone myself!" Moninghong's words deviated from the original meaning.
Mordin stood up and said, "Then you can prepare." Let your host show you the way. I should go and practice.