Thanks to the four milks of the lips, the vest of the mutant demon, the dream emperor and Dakai 110 for the tip.

The place where the Seven Xuanmen recruits new disciples is called Bone Refining Cliff. There is a vertical and steep mountain cliff, more than 30 zhang high, from the top of the cliff hanging down more than a dozen hemp ropes, the hemp rope is still a fist-sized knot.

Only those who can climb to the top of the bone refining cliff within the specified time, or those who have no martial arts foundation, but have shown sufficient physical fitness and perseverance, have the opportunity to become disciples of the Seven Xuanmen.

Just when Yang Yanhan had just walked to a dense forest halfway up the mountainside of the Bone Refining Cliff, two disciples of the Seven Xuanmen with a group of eight children were hurrying over.

Seeing that Yang Yanhan suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, one of the relatively slender disciples of the Seven Xuanmen hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully bowed to Yang Yanhan.

"Doctor Mo, how are you old man, do you have anything to tell your disciple to do?" The disciple said with a respectful greeting on his face.

"Oh, is this a new disciple who has just come up the mountain?" Yang Yanhan asked slowly in a hoarse voice, because Mo Juren had been sick all the year round and had a hoarse voice, which solved the problem of Yang Yanhan speaking.

"Yes. Among these people were six official disciples and two were named sons. The disciple replied carefully.

"I don't have enough manpower right now, and I still lack a medicine refining boy and a medicine picking disciple, these two come with me." Yang Yanhan pointed casually, pointing to the two named disciples that the disciple said, and his words were full of unquestionable tones.

"Obey the order, these two people are registered disciples, it is a blessing for the two of them to be favored by Doctor Mo, you can't come to give Mo Lao a gift, if you can learn one or two of his old man's medical skills, it will be the creation of your two lives!" The two disciples didn't have the slightest objection, and the disciple with the thin face even slapped Yang Yanhan's sycophants.

And the two registered disciples naturally didn't dare to say anything, so they had to obediently follow Yang Yanhan and leave.

The reason for choosing these two is simple. In one of the rather swarthy and short registered disciples, Yang Yanhan felt a surging force of fate like a sea of stars.

Unlike the Linghu Chong and Lin Shu who met before, if the power of fate on the first two is a stream. Then, even the vast ocean is not enough to describe the power of fate in the registered disciple in front of him.

Yang Yanhan had no doubt that if he was going to cause any harm to the other party, maybe a terrifying existence would appear for no reason in the next moment. Kill yourself mercilessly.

After bringing the two back to the Valley of the Divine Hand, there were enough rooms here for the two to live in, and Yang Yanhan at this time fully played the role of a hermit master and a mentor.

These two children, one named Han Li and the other Zhang Tie, were both children from remote mountain villages. With their minds and Yang Yanhan's means, a little care, and some fluttering promises, the two of them had a great impression of Yang Yanhan in their hearts.

Early the next morning, according to Yang Yanhan's instructions. Then Han Li and Zhang Tie came to Yang Yanhan's study together.

Yang Yanhan, who was lying on the recliner, lazily said to the restrained two at this time: "From today on, the two of you are my registered disciples, but if you want to become my official disciple, you must have enough qualifications and understanding."

Looking at the two of them who didn't dare to raise their heads, Yang Yanhan sighed and said, "I have a set of self-cultivation skills here, although I can't defeat the enemy, but it can lay a solid foundation for the magic skills of future cultivation." Within half a year, as long as you can learn something, I will naturally be able to accept him as my personal disciple. Got it? ”

What Yang Yanhan passed on to the two of them was the practice practiced by Yu Zitong, whose name was Changchun Sutra. It is a kind of absorption of wood attribute energy between heaven and earth, and comprehensively strengthens the body. The soul and the exercises that are stored in the body in a special way similar to the internal force.

Unlike witchcraft, which requires the construction of a witchcraft model, as long as this kind of exercise is cultivated, it can be released as if it were an internal force, attracting the energy between heaven and earth, and directly performing a spell similar to witchcraft.

Such. As long as there are enough spells mastered, theoretically speaking, this kind of technique can enable a low-level immortal cultivator to have countless casting options.

It's just that in terms of cast speed, cast cost, and cast power. Spells of the same level are probably not as good as witchcraft with models.

However, when Yang Yanhan was about to try to cultivate this so-called Changchun Sutra, he found a problem. No matter how hard he tried, not a single bit of the wood attribute energy that he absorbed into the internal force could be left.

According to Yu Zitong, it is because Yang Yanhan has no spiritual root, and only those with spiritual roots can cultivate this Changchun Sutra and become the legendary immortal who calls for wind and rain and moves mountains and reclaims the sea.

Regarding Yu Zitong's statement, Yang Yanhan both believed it and did not fully believe it. After all, in the eyes of wizards, if there is anything in this world that you can't do, it must be that you don't have enough strength and knowledge.

Yang Yanhan didn't care if the registered disciple named Han Li had a spiritual root. Such a child of destiny, no matter what, will achieve the ultimate combat power of this world.

If Han Li had a spiritual root, then Yang Yanhan could study the spiritual roots and spells unique to this world by observing the other party.

If Han Li didn't have a spiritual root, then under the guidance of fate, the other party would have a way to embark on a path of supreme strength. Yang Yanhan, on the other hand, can get everything he needs by observing the other party.

As for another disciple named Zhang Tie, Yang Yanhan had a dispensable attitude towards him. It's just that on the surface, Yang Yanhan treats the two equally.

However, as the days passed, it was no surprise that Han Li really possessed a spiritual root suitable for cultivating the Immortal Sutra.

And that iron was under the test of time, and finally had to face the unfortunate ending that he had no spiritual root.

And after Yang Yanhan confirmed whether the two had spiritual roots, he completely adopted a laissez-faire management method for the two.

Except for occasionally helping to solve some internal and external injuries for the people who came to see the patients from the Qixuan Sect, Yang Yanhan immersed himself in the study of the Immortal Sutra and the unique spells of this world every day.

After all, the maturity of the power system of this world is completely beyond the wizarding world. And according to everything that Yu Zitong said, Yang Yanhan judged that at least, there should be no less than a third-level wizard in this world. Even, it is very likely that there is a star-level existence.

And just when Yang Yanhan was immersed in the ocean of research, all of a sudden, he felt an amazing force of fate surging towards him. (To be continued.) )