Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

The melodious sound of the bell ringing came from the depths of the misty mountains.

After a long time, I could vaguely hear the echo.

As one of the five major cultivation holy places in Zhongzhou, Taixuan Holy Land.

Far away.

Between the mountains and green peaks, the mist is swirling, the golden light is soaring to the sky, the Ruixia is falling, and the Rui beast is hissing.

Above, the floating island waterfall, the ancient hall rises and falls, the flying pavilion flows Dan, the rainbow bridge is like weaving, during the period, someone rides the wind and the sword, the spirit is high, it is fascinating.

Among them, the towering and ancient buildings are lined up one after another, exuding a vast atmosphere, all of which are filled with a solemn momentum.

At this moment, the first of the seven peaks of the Taixuan Holy Land is like a deep mountain, sitting in the Taixuan Hall of the main peak, each with a white beard, and all of them exude a momentum that is not angry but mighty.

According to the usual practice, the disciples sent out by the various peaks of the Taixuan Holy Land would arrive at the foot of the foothills of the Taixuan Holy Land yesterday and undergo the final assessment.

Climb the ladder!

There are a total of one hundred and eight steps in the ladder, and every thirty-six steps is a level.

In a nutshell.

As long as a new disciple climbs the thirty-sixth step within twenty-four hours, he can become an ordinary disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land.

Eighteen further steps, you can become an inner disciple......

And so on, they are the core disciples, the true disciples, and the personal disciples, and the disciples of the Holy Lord are also candidates for the Holy Son.

At this moment, it is less than half an hour before the end of the second assessment.

Sitting above the Taixuan Hall was an old man with a clear face, a bright light behind him, and a divine ring shrouded in a divine ring, looking almost like an immortal who had ascended to the Tao.

"Senior Brother Yuanjian, are you still worried about what happened before?"

The old man is none other than the Holy Lord of the Taixuan Holy Land.

At this moment, he looked with great interest at the old man sitting below, his face was gloomy, the corners of his eyes were lowered, and there was an ancient sword behind him.

Yuan Jian Zhenren, one of the seven peaks of the Taixuan Holy Land, the first of the Spirit Sword Peak.

"Senior Brother Changxuan, you should also know the current situation of my Spirit Sword Peak, although it used to be the head of the Seven Peaks, but now it is the weakest peak of the Seven Peaks, so according to the old man's opinion, in the future, my Spirit Sword Peak should not participate in this lottery, just choose the Spirit Land. ”

Yuan Jian Zhenren pursed the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Also, even that Xiaochi Town should be removed, for hundreds of years, not even a person with a high-grade spiritual root has appeared." ”

"Although this town is the closest to our Taixuan Mountain, maybe as early as hundreds of years ago, the spiritual veins below have been exhausted, so it is not a spiritual land. ”

"Lingjian Peak directly selected the spiritual land, the old man did not agree, I believe that the other peaks did not agree either, but the old man agreed with the removal of Xiaochi Town. ”

The one who spoke was really the real Aoba who was sitting opposite the Yuan Jian real person.

That is, the first of the Great Spirit Peak, one of the seven peaks of the Taixuan Holy Land.

"I still remember that when the disciples were selected last time, the people from my Great Spirit Peak went to Xiaochi Town to select disciples, but it turned out that the huge Xiaochi Town didn't even have a person with a mid-grade spiritual root. ”

"Senior Brother Changxuan, the old man is definitely right for Senior Brother Yuanjian and Senior Brother Aoba, so he should remove the spiritual land of Xiaochi Town. ”

"Remove the name, remove the name immediately, this small pond town should have been removed a long time ago. ”

For a while, the first seats of the other five peaks also spoke out one after another, and their attitudes were very firm.

Changxuan Zhenren looked thoughtful, hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "This Xiaochi Town can't be removed, after all, we have a master ancestor from Xiao Chi Town, and that master has already ascended to the upper realm. ”

"This is also true, if that master knows about this, he will definitely anger the entire Taixuan Holy Land. ”

"Alas, this removal is not a name, and it is not a removal of the name, so you should consider yourself unlucky if you can't draw Xiaochi Town, right?"

"Especially the Spirit Sword Peak where Senior Brother Yuan Jian is located, there are less than a hundred disciples under the seat, do you really want to watch Spirit Sword Peak fall like this?"

At this time, Aoba Zhenren said lightly to Yuan Jian Zhenren: "Senior Brother Yuanjian, in the opinion of the old man, it is better to lower the threshold for your Spirit Sword Peak to recruit disciples a little, otherwise Spirit Sword Peak will completely decline in your hands." ”

"Aoba, what do you mean?"

When Yuan Jian Zhenren heard this, he glared angrily.

"The rules of my Spirit Sword Peak are set by the Spirit Sword Master, although my Spirit Sword Peak is withered, but against the will of the Spirit Sword Master, the old man is dead, and the Spirit Sword Peak is completely declining, this rule is the rule, and no one can tamper with it. ”

Seeing that Yuan Jian Zhenren was really angry at this time, Aoba Zhenren pursed the corners of his lips and stopped talking in a witty way.

He knew that if he continued to talk about it, it was estimated that Yuan Jian Zhenren's violent temper would have to find him to fight for his life again.

Although the other party can't beat him, Ling Jianfeng's current situation is well known, and he naturally knows it.

When the time comes, Senior Brother Changxuan will have to lecture him well, and maybe he will have to send a large amount of cultivation resources to Spirit Sword Peak.

"Enough is enough. ”

Changxuan Zhenren stood up, waved his wide sleeves, and said: "In this way, from now on, Qingyang Town and Xiaochi Town will be put together, so that they will not be questioned by my ancestor, and the fairness of the draw will be guaranteed." ”

"Okay, what Senior Brother Changxuan said, the old man agreed with both hands. ”

"No problem. ”

At this time, a young man with a detached temperament stepped into the Taixuan Palace.

The young man is dressed in a robe with a handsome and peaceful face, a slender figure, and at a glance, he is a dragon and a phoenix among people.

The person who came was the current Holy Son of the Taixuan Holy Land.

Li Changming.

"Li Changming has seen all the uncles. ”

Li Changming held a roster in his hand, with a calm smile on his face, and saluted respectfully to the first seat of the Seven Peaks.

Aoba Zhenren nodded at Li Changming with a smile, and took the lead in asking, "Changming, how are the new disciples of this class?"

"It's fine. ”

Li Changming smiled and nodded, his gaze shifted, and he glanced at the Yuan Jian real person slightly.

Qingye Zhenren noticed the strangeness in Li Changming's expression, turned his head to look at Yuanjian Zhenren, and couldn't help but look at Li Changming.

"Changming, the first seat of the seven peaks is here, you can first talk about the data of each peak and each vein. Chang Xuan Zhenren announced.

"The disciple obeyed. ”

Li Changming spread out the roster, looked around, and said in a warm voice: "This time, Qifeng has recruited a total of one hundred and seventy-nine people, including ten disciples with the best spiritual root, seventy-two disciples with the best spiritual root, and ...... disciple with the middle spiritual root."

"Wait!"

At the head of Changlin Peak, the real person who lived for a long time interrupted with a surprised face: "Changming, you wait first, how many people do you say are the best spiritual roots?"

Li Changming said with a smile: "Uncle Hui Jiuju, ten people, and one of them has a high-grade metal spirit root that is not counted among them. ”

Jiuju Zhenren laughed and said: "God bless me too much, I didn't expect to recruit so many cultivation geniuses this time, congratulations." ”

Li Changming smiled, looked at the real person who lived for a long time, then looked at the real person of Yuanjian, and finally looked at the real person of Changxuan.

"Hui Shizun, in fact, among these twelve people, seven of them are from Xiaochi Town, that is, the first line of the Spirit Sword Peak where Uncle Yuan Jian is located, and the disciple with the metallic spiritual root is also from Xiaochi Town. ”

Li Changming was unfazed, with a calm smile on his face.

"What?"

"Seven of them are from Koike Town, and there is also a disciple who is pregnant with a high-grade metallic spiritual root. ”

"This ...... How is this possible!"

For a while, there was silence in the huge Taixuan Palace, and the faces of the bigwigs in the Taixuan Holy Land were full of complicated colors.