"Peerless fairy, the capable are just living in it, if there is no competitiveness, isn't it boring?"

The thirteen-year-old white-clothed young man said, and then looked around, his gaze swept over the area where Jiang Chen was.

Immediately, a smile appeared on his face.

"Having said that, however, there are many inexplicable opponents out of thin air, which is unpleasant in the heart after all, and many monks here, a lot of age, even dare to come without condensing the martial spirit, which is really eye-opening. ”

The twelve-year-old boy spoke, and couldn't help but smile and swept towards a gray-robed man in armor not far away.

That man was fifteen or sixteen years old, and his realm was also about three levels of the Soul Pill Realm, such a talent, in an ordinary small town, it was also a first-class talent.

But now in this genius holy land sect that gathers the entire elite level of the planet, it is already dwarfed.

"These are all from small places, it's normal, after all, in small places, they are also first-class pride, maybe, the future growth prospects, limitless. ”

The thirteen-year-old burst out laughing.

The laughter was a bit harsh, but many monks also laughed.

Jiang Chen's side, many monks looked at him strangely, obviously, Jiang Chen's monks, in their eyes, were even more unbearable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's enrollment has ended at noon, and those of you who come after noon today will begin tomorrow to participate in the disciple selection ceremony.

There are three tests for the ceremony, and the age of the first stage can only be tested for the second stage of talent under the age of 20.

In the second paragraph, the martial soul talent is tested.

If you fail to pass the martial soul talent test, you will lose the qualification for the manifestation of the third stage of talent.

After passing the three-stage test, the disciples will be assigned the right to belong according to their grades. ”

At this time, an old voice resounded directly in all directions of the giant mountain, like rolling thunder, roaring endlessly.

The voice was not loud or shocking, but it sounded in everyone's hearts and ears, and even the disciples who lost their minds could hear these words clearly.

Jiang Chen also heard this, and because of this sentence, he felt a little more worried in his heart.

At the age of twenty, he was satisfied.

Martial soul talent, in this regard, he has not yet imprinted the martial soul imprint, but I am afraid that it is a little difficult.

And the presentation of talent is even more impossible.

It's just that after Jiang Chen thought about it carefully, the worry in his eyes gradually disappeared, and soon, his eyes were replaced by extreme confidence.

The sky gradually darkened, and many monks did not leave, most of them sat down on the spot, some discussed, some communicated, some cultivated, and some accosted each other.

Because Jiang Chen didn't have a martial soul and his aura was 'weak', there were no monks to communicate with him.

Jiang Chen was also happy to be quiet.

He sat down quietly, and then immersed himself in the primordial space in the center of his eyebrows.

It was a more complex and complete space than the world of the Soul Sea.

The effect of this space is naturally more powerful than that of the Soul Sea World.

In this space, Jiang Chen quietly comprehended the "Ten Thousand Beasts Holy Spirit Luoshu River Diagram Heavenly Formula", and quietly comprehended the wonders of the Ten Thousand Beasts Battle Soul Xuanwu Town Heavenly Seal.

Although the Xuanwu Town Heavenly Seal had been taken away by Feng Mo'er, Jiang Chen had already imprinted all of it into his heart, so this did not affect his enlightenment.

Immersed in enlightenment, Jiang Chen's heart was completely calm, and everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Soon, the sky began to brighten, and the dawn began to envelop the dark world.

The next day's competition time, before I knew it, had arrived.

The monks in front of this mountain gate were more numerous and denser.

Jiang Chen took a cursory glance and found that at least more than 50,000 monks had stepped into this mountain gate.

This is still the situation of one of the days when the disciples are recruited.

If you count all the time of this month, how many disciples should there be?

This scene alone, this is far from being comparable to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect or even the Holy Sword Sect.

When Jiang Chen stood up, the scene was already quite quiet.

In the void, a purple cloud suddenly appeared.

Above the purple clouds, there stood more than a hundred peerless male and female monks.

All of these people are unrecognizable in age, and they all look extremely young, but their eyes are extremely unfathomable.

Among these people, Jiang Chen saw that Feng Mo'er and the man in white who had followed her before, and also saw a woman in a purple gauze skirt.

The woman in the purple gauze skirt stood in front of Feng Mo'er and the man in white, and the two of them showed extremely obvious respect for the woman in the purple gauze skirt.

Jiang Chen's gaze involuntarily fell on the face of the woman in the purple dress, and at that moment, Jiang Chen's soul seemed to be 'chuckled'.

"This woman is familiar with ......"

Jiang Chen thought of a figure almost instantly, but that memory passed in an instant.

When Jiang Chen's eyes were staring at the woman so straight, how could that woman not feel it?

The woman's gaze also swept over directly, and the moment she saw Jiang Chen, the woman was obviously slightly stunned.

Jiang Chen was absolutely not mistaken, in the depths of the woman's eyes, there was obviously a hint of astonishment, although it was extremely hidden, it was impossible to escape Jiang Chen's sense.

"What's your name, where are you from?"

Not only did the woman not withdraw her gaze, but instead directly transmitted her voice to Jiang Chen, her voice was soft, and when it sounded in Jiang Chen's ears, it was like a whisper.

Jiang Chen's heart trembled, but he still kept calm.

"Disciple Jiang Chen, whose name is 'Shura', comes from the secret realm of the Xuanwu Holy Spirit. ”

Jiang Chen bowed slightly and replied respectfully.

Jiang Chen's actions naturally attracted the attention of many monks, but immediately, Jiang Chen's realm was quickly seen by some powerful disciples, so there were a lot of discussions.

"The secret land of the Xuanwu Holy Spirit? and Mo'er came out of the same place?"

The woman in purple frowned slightly, as if she regretted that she had not received the answer she had imagined.

Her gaze locked on Jiang Chen, and immediately, a purple light enveloped the heavens and the earth, directly towards the disciples, including Jiang Chen's others.

A moment later, the light flowed by, and Jiang Chen felt as if his soul and bones had been scanned by something.

"Sixteen years old, just turned sixteen, his combat power is quite good, but he doesn't have a martial soul talent. The second talent test, you can't pass, but you can leave exceptionally, and the third ability performance, you can manifest your combat power again, whether you can shake the nine forbidden barriers. ”

Under the light of the purple-clothed woman, the seventy or eighty thousand disciples immediately decreased by half, and it was obvious that she eliminated the disciples with poor talents, low realms, and older ages in this way, leaving about 40,000 disciples who could really be regarded as having good talents.

And Jiang Chen is obviously within the scope of her care.

"Master, she is indeed from the Xuanwu Secret Realm, but it's just a-"

Feng Mo'er immediately wanted to explain.

"He's better than you, so he should have come with your grandfather's wishes, and even if you don't like your grandfather, you should try to accept him. If he doesn't perform badly, I'll consider taking him in and becoming your little junior. ”

The woman in the purple gauze skirt spoke calmly.