Fan Jian immediately worked hard to write a book and wrote a roster of flowers in the three or four mountains.

He, the head of the house, the two dead fat men, the big white bird warrior faintly, and the sycophant Fan Jian, are all recorded.

After completing the filing, Fan Jian immediately looked at the panel in Zhihaizhong, and sure enough, the column of [Sect Construction] became 5\/100000000

Well, yes, I took a solid step towards the Holy Land of Sansi Mountain Pills.

But. Fan Jian is very self-aware.

He knew that it was simply wishful thinking that with the four of them plus one bird, it would be wishful thinking to develop the three or four mountains into a holy land of elixir.

So, you have to go out and make disciples.

Fan Jian decided to go down the mountain today.

Go to Jinji Town, uh no, go to Fengming City, go to Fengming City to recruit elite disciples.

Jinji Town is too small, so let's go to Fengming City.

Now, Fan Jian is already a wealthy head worth more than one million silver, and he must wait for a bigger stage.

Even, a prototype had already appeared in Fan Jian's mind.

He wants to go out to recruit twelve elite disciples, and train these twelve elite disciples to become talents, just like doing a sales on the earth, being cultivated by twelve disciples, cultivating and becoming famous, let them recruit more disciples, and so on, Sansi Mountain will not worry at all about developing the disciples to 10 million in five hundred years.

On earth, Jesus led twelve disciples and changed the world.

Fan Jian decided that he would lead ten second disciples to change the entire Ziyang Continent.

Of course.

Twenty disciples, two dead fat men and Tang Long were excluded.

Now, Fan Jian's command is such a servant, and he can only use it.

The two fat men have more muscles in their heads than brains, so it's okay to let them watch the door, carry water, chop wood, and clean the toilet, and expect them to start a sect, but there is no door.

Tang Long was a typical sycophant, as a close guard, doing some work to serve people, Fan Jian directly excluded him from the twelve disciples.

Just do it.

Fan Jian summoned the light to his side and asked it to be optimistic about his home, especially the pile of silver and gold in the back mountain, which was the guarantee for the rise of the third or fourth mountain.

Subsequently, he asked Tang Long to go to the back mountain, took 100,000 taels of silver casually, put it in a sack, carried it on his shoulder, and went down the mountain with him.

The two of them went to Jinji Town first and exchanged 100,000 taels of silver for silver tickets, after all, it was inconvenient to carry silver with them, and it was much easier to exchange them for silver tickets.

In the small town, Fan Jian sold a few catties of cut cakes and two catties of melon seeds, took them with him, and went on the road while eating melon seeds.

Tang Long didn't know where to get two tall horses, and the two rode straight to Fengming City.

Fan Jian rode a horse for the first time in his life, so he fell off the horse.

Fortunately, this horse is well trained, runs very steadily, and has a relatively docile temperament, and does not deceive life.

Otherwise.

Fan Jian really didn't dare to ride this horse.

Fengming City, very large.

The city is full of people and traffic.

Outside the city, Fan Jian and Tang Long both dismounted and walked, and after entering the city, Fan Jian found an inn, tied the two horses, and accompanied Fan Jian straight to the center of Fengming City.

Today is just in time, the first day that the major sects came to recruit disciples.

The flags of the major sects are waving in the wind.

A huge square is full of people.

However, even with a large number of people, it is still orderly.

Each sect set up tents in the square, set up tables, and prepared pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

At the same time, in front of each sect's tent, a test stone tablet was placed.

Those who come to register will have a strength test, and a punch on the stone tablet will show the strength of the applicant.

Fan Jian and Tang Longxing rushed over, their eyes darkened, and they were not prepared at all.

Fan Jian still had a way, he asked Tang Long to go to the side of the square, at a stall for fried fritters, to rent a tent.

By the way, I borrowed people's tables and benches.

I have tents, tables, and stools, but where can I put them?

The two of them were in trouble for a while.

Fan Jian's eyes are still sharp-eyed, the huge square is crowded, and the tents of the major sects are lined up, and it is extremely difficult to find a vacant land.

However, Fan Jian still saw a clearing, between a white tent and a black tent.

"We're setting up a stall here today. ”

Fan Jian was very happy, and led Tang Long to rush to the open space, set up the tent, and set up the table and stools.

Fan Jian took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the infinite storage space.

He wrote a magnificent banner.

Fan Jian hurriedly pasted the banner on the tent, which immediately attracted the attention of the people in the tent on both sides.

"Damn, that blind guy, he was so bold that he dared to set up a tent next to me and my Black Cloud Sect and put up banners?"

A middle-aged Taoist with three strands of beard and a dignified appearance suddenly frowned.

"Master, don't be angry, I'll drive him away. ”

A little Taoist priest in Tsing Yi comforted the middle-aged Taoist, walked out of the black tent, and walked towards Fan Jian's tent with an unkind face.

Meanwhile.

In the white tent next door, a young man with a big waist and a round waist also walked towards Fan Jian's tent with a crab step, raising his nose and eyes.

"Hehe, there's business coming to the door. ”

Fan Jian laughed secretly in his heart, sat in front of the long table with the smell of fried fritters, put on a straight face, pretended to be a master of the world, and looked at the strong man and Taoist priest who walked towards him.

Suddenly, the two of them walked to Fan Jian's tent and suddenly stopped.

"Three or four yam sects, sincerely invite people with lofty ideals from all over the world to join, please believe me, as the head of the sect, I will definitely lead everyone to cut through the waves and let their dreams fly!"

In a mocking tone, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi read Fan Jian's banner again, and immediately let out a burst of laughter.

The strong man laughed as well.

"I've never heard of the Three or Four Yam Sect before, so it's definitely an unpopular sect. The strong man laughed.

The little Taoist priest in Tsing Yi glanced at Fan Jian and sneered: "You are the head of the Third or Fourth Yam Sect? The tables, benches, and this tent are all borrowed from the roadside fritters sellers, right?"

"Hahahaha, it's just laughing to death, a poor clanging broken sect, he can't even afford tent tables and chairs, and he dares to come to recruit disciples, I think you're blind. The strong man clutched his stomach and laughed.

"Even with you, a broken sect, you dare to set up a tent next to our Black Cloud Sect?

Facing the ridicule of Taoist priests and strong men, Fan Jian's face was light and light.

Tang Long was frightened on the side, he hurried close to Fan Jian, and said in a low voice: "Master, it's not good, something is wrong! I don't know him, he is Niu Er's younger brother, called Niu Laosan, I heard that he joined the White Tiger Sect of the Fifth Rank Sect a few years ago. ”

"That little Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, the Black Cloud Sect he is talking about, is also a fifth-rate sect. These two sects are all large sects within a radius of 10,000 miles, and they are not at all comparable to our three or four yam sects. ”

Fan Jian immediately understood.

No wonder there is a huge square, there are many tents, but there is a vacant lot here, it turns out that there are two tents, one black and one white, representing two fifth-rate sects.