Qu Xiaobei glanced at Chu Zhi sympathetically, and said in a low voice: "Little brother, on our Qiansu Star, when monks cultivate, they must first practice cultivation skills, and to practice cultivation skills, they must have certain meridian qualifications. For the monks' meridian qualifications, the monastic alliance has summarized them for many years, and evaluated a total of nine grades of meridian qualifications, in order from good to poor: wisdom, wisdom, sensitivity, clearing, constant, turbidity, dullness, foolishness and stubbornness. Monks with stubborn qualifications are generally not suitable for cultivation. On the way here, Chu Zhi was still full of expectations, but when he heard Jian Zhenming say that he couldn't practice cultivation kung fu at all, his mood changed sharply, and then after listening to Qu Xiaobei's explanation, the loss in his heart reached the extreme.

However, he didn't want to give up hope just yet, and said loudly to Jian Zhenming: "My meridians were born in my own body, why do you conclude that my meridians are extremely stubborn just by looking at them?" There, a pot-like thing hung in the air.

I only heard Jian Zhenming say: "Boy, you stand under the test magic weapon, and I'll test it for you." You Bao was already angry in his heart, but after listening to his words, he became even more angry, and said: "Yes, plus the one we met three years ago, we have met twice, it seems that our luck is really not good!" Chu Zhi listened attentively, while carefully looking at the pot-shaped magic weapon above his head, his heart became even more nervous, and he only heard Jian Zhenming say: "Boy, listen, if this test magic weapon is black, the heavier the black, the heavier the black, the heavier the stubbornness of your meridians." When he walked out of his mind under the test magic weapon, he heard a monk standing on the right side of You Bao say: "It's really unlucky, this extremely stubborn meridian that is rare to see in ten thousand has actually been encountered by us again!" 23.224.255.87, 23.224.255.87; 0; pc; 1; Grinding the iron literature to speak, the test magic weapon has been activated, only to see that a black piece of black on the magic weapon body appeared, Chu Zhi's heart was cold, and he was about to withdraw, but he saw that the test magic weapon was rapidly turning black, just a few breaths, the entire magic weapon was the color of black ink, like a black cloud crushing the city, hanging over his head.

Seeing Chu Zhi like this, Jian Zhenming no longer had patience, and his face was green, and he said, "Boy, you dare to play tricks with me here, see if I don't throw you into the valley to feed the wolves, hum!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Chu Zhi.

Chu Zhi listened attentively, and at the same time carefully looked at the pot-shaped magic weapon above his head, his heart became even more nervous, only to hear Jian Zhenming say: "Boy, listen, if this test magic weapon is black, the heavier the black, the heavier the meridian stubbornness." Jian Zhenming sighed and said, "Who made us just a one-star sect now? You look at the situation around us, the east is the Danjing Gate, the west is the Qingfeng Gate, the south is the Linghe Gate, and the north is the Golden Sword Gate, which of these sects is not a three-star sect? Moreover, these sects are only 400 miles away from us, and the nearest is less than 300 miles. As he spoke, he naturally looked at Chu Zhi.

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