Qi Wang said that if he hit it, he couldn't really catch the door of others and go directly to the ancestral hall.

The two of them came at the right time, or rather, Qi Wang came at this time, and the triennial enrollment is about to begin, which is really not a short time for the laypeople under the mountain.

But for cultivators, three years is just a flick of a finger.

Looking all the way, there is a bustling, surging crowd of about twenty or thirty thousand, this is only the number of people in a day, of course, these can't all be rare cultivators on weekdays, more ordinary people occasionally appear with cultivation talent, with the idea of trying their luck, but based on the number, there are still some real dusty orbs after all.

In fact, more of them have long been secretly determined and brought to the mountain gate, after all, most of these sects have special people who touch the bones and see the arts, and they travel around the world all the year round, selecting all kinds of talents they encounter, and discovering the seedlings of the secret land.

The Gate of Heaven is very big.

It is divided into two gates, the outer door, and what the world sees in the eyes is the outer door.

Qi Wang led people on a sparsely populated path, this mountain is located on the outermost side of the mountain range, and the plaque under the mountain has three big characters.

Stray peaks.

As the name suggests, deal with all kinds of chores outside the door.

Qi Wang went straight to the mountainside of Zafeng, and arrived at the small door where the admissions office was hung, and after giving a silver ingot to the small gatehouse with a thief's brain, the latter smiled and took him to the old man who was watering and making flowers in the backyard.

Those who show their thoughts are cultivated.

Stuff a gold ingot.

Receive the tokens and costumes of the outer disciples, and distribute them to a mountain hut.

Coherent.

The loose and random outer door, with countless people coming and going every year, is as simple as that.

Xiang Rong's process is similar, the only difference is that Qi Wang asked Xiang Rong to falsely report his age, otherwise, with his sixteen years old, but he has already quenched his sevenfold cultivation, no matter where he rests, he can be regarded as a good cultivation seedling, such as the official school of Qingyang City, like Li Fangwu, Zhang Qian and others, who are six or eight years older than Xiang Rong, but they are only hovering on the edge of condensation.

What practitioners seek is resources, inheritance, and good guidance.

If you want to get these, the outer disciples at the bottom can only rise to the end of the micro and glorify their ancestors only if they keep fighting and fighting.

The two of them are much better than those ordinary people in the outside world who are struggling to study, and they can be easy and decisive, but they are too much compared to the inner seeds who have reached the top of the outer gate, and even hope to be in the inner door.

Qi Wang deliberately drove Xiang Rong to the residence half a mile away from the house here, this mountain belongs to the three departments of the outer gate, there are thousands of people, and the unmanned houses on the mountain can be registered and selected at will.

The young shopkeeper threw half of "Dragon Elephant King Kong" to Xiang Rong.

"I will protect you for half a year, no matter what you do, what you provoke, what you do, follow your heart, you don't need to pay attention to my intentions, and at the same time, if there are no special circumstances, don't come to me. Qi Wang said lightly: "You blank paper, this is the first big dye vat you encountered in the cruel cultivation world, as for what color it will become, it's all up to you to choose." ”

Xiang Rong hugged the ancient book in his hand tightly.

At the same time, the relics he was wearing on his chest were also put away by Qi Wang.

The young man was silent for a moment, bowed to the young man, and then strode away with the ancient book in his arms.

Qi Wang found a remote hut, wrote down the house number, and went back to Zafeng to register, the key and lock were hung on the door, this kind of ordinary material copper lock obviously has no effect on cultivators, it is more to prevent gentlemen than villains.

Qi Wang, who was unlocking the lock, noticed the creak of a wooden door not far away, and looked sideways, in another wooden house not far away, a young man in a black shirt pushed the door out, greeted the morning sun with his arms wide open, looked around at random, and saw that someone was looking at him here, and smiled slightly.

Qi Wanghui nodded.

The black-shirted young man carried a huge black ruler on his back, this strange-looking weapon made Qi Wang take a few more looks, and the complicated lines on it may seem to others that the craftsman carved at will for the sake of being particularly good-looking, but Qi Wang could see the traces on it, which was obviously natural.

When the black-shirted young man carried the black ruler, Qi Wangkeenly noticed that the ground under his feet seemed to have sunk a little, and the black-shirted young man walked down the mountain with shallow footprints all the way.

The red-robed old man stood beside Qi Wang silently, frowning at the departing black-shirted young man, and said with uncertain doubts, "That weapon ......"

Qi Wang said with a smile: "The meteorite material is very interesting, extremely heavy, and has the effect of suppressing the flow of spiritual power, this buddy, it's amazing." ”

The sloppy-looking old man smacked his lips and sighed, "The current cultivation world is all led to a bad atmosphere by these guys who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, in our era, how can there be so many crooked intestines." ”

Qi Wang looked at him, smiling rather than smiling.

The old man with his hands behind his back was a little rickety, and he sighed and left: "The wind of the world is going down, the wind of the world is going down." ”

Qi Wang took a deep look at the direction in which the young man was leaving, and then withdrew his gaze.

Although Qi Wang, who had reached a higher peak, lost his strength, his vision was still there, and he could see deeper and farther than the poisonous ghost old man, and in his perception, this black-shirted young man was like a blazing flame.

The shape of the green lotus, the temperature is terrifying, and I am afraid that it is a magical thing with the power of heaven and earth.

Exceptional, special.

That's why this magical thing is also called a strange fire.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to subdue this kind of heaven and earth spiritual thing, but those who have this thing, the combat power will be increased to a terrifying level, at least Qi Wang has fought with a few such guys, I have to say, it is difficult for him to have a headache when he thinks about it.

The young shopkeeper fetched a basin of water, carefully wiped the only furniture in the house, and cleaned up.

Half an hour later, the sloppy old man who was gnawing on a green fruit picked from nowhere held a volume of Di newspaper in his other hand, and was amazed, and was about to step into the house.

"Hey, I'm more interested in that guy, I went out to wander around, collected some information about him, I don't know if I don't ask, I'm shocked when I ask!" The sloppy old man said excitedly: "Do you know who he is?"

Qi Wang sometimes really wondered if this old guy had practiced poison for many years, and practiced his brain back, it stands to reason that a creature like a human being, the longer he lives, the more he should be old and steady, see through the world, and not make waves, but this old madman came upside down.

The old poisonous ghost didn't mind Qi Wang's strange eyes, and shook his hand to report the newspaper, "Yan Xiao! This kid is a celebrity, the son of an elder of the outer gate, a nin-old nair, a nine-fold spiritual power at the age of sixteen, a seventeen-year-old breakthrough of the ten-fold, a successful condensation, and a leap to become the youngest spirit within a hundred years of the outer gate of the Heavenly Gate!"

Qi Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, a nineteen-year-old spirit man?

However, the old poisonous ghost soon showed a strange look, "However, just three years ago, his spiritual power suddenly disappeared, and the condensation that took more than ten years of hard work to form was reduced to nothing, and the spiritual power in his body gradually decreased, and he fell off the altar overnight, and now he only has triple spiritual power. ”

Qi Wang, who listened to such a tortuous plot, was eye-opening, snatched the paper from the old poisonous ghost's hand and quickly swept it, and then angrily smashed the newspaper in his hand and returned it to the old man, "Blind, people are divorced wives!"

The old poisonous ghost shrugged his shoulders and said: "Come on, divorce his wife, see what he can, he was forced to be helpless in order to save face, I heard that he still doesn't know the height of the sky, and he made a three-year appointment with the woman to fight it out, obediently, how can he, the son of a little outer elder, compare with the daughter of the big family of the family? I don't know what happened to this marriage contract back then. ”

Qi Wang smiled and said: "Old ghost, do you want to gamble? I will press him to win, how about you press to lose?"

The old poisonous ghost's eyes were rolling and he jumped up, "Don't gamble! Lao Tzu will win every gamble in his life, and he will lose three times in a row with you, and he almost took his life!"

Qi Wang was too lazy to take care of this old man.

In the following days, on this hill in the third part of the outer gate, they all knew that there was a lot of ...... Funny little ghost.

Every day before dawn, I get up and trot around the mountain for an hour, and when I return to the house, I will fight boxing on the ground at the door, which is not an esoteric boxing move, it is the most ordinary martial arts training frame, day after day.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, a group of people came down from the mountain, and from the foot of the mountain, knocked on the doors of the houses one by one according to the list, and collected wave after wave of money.

Qi Wang sat at the door and watched the excitement.

The black-shirted young man lying on the fence next door smiled and said: "The people who collect protection money are all three or five spiritual powers, some fists and feet, and there is an old fritter who has been in the outer door for more than ten years standing behind him. ”

Qi Wang has nothing to do, and this Yan Xiao is also a neighbor, and he is also familiar with each other, he glanced at the group of people who walked around from the door of his house, and looked at the latter suspiciously.

Yan Xiao explained: "Why don't you call it an old fritter? That guy is very fine, he sets the rules, and comes out to collect it when he distributes offerings every month, and his strength exceeds six levels of spiritual power, and he does not accept it if he has an outer background backer, and he does not accept it for the elderly who have settled for more than three years." ”

Qi Wang nodded slightly.

Cut leeks too.

Bullying newcomers, not messing with the old man and those with some strength, the main thing is that he is afraid of trouble, and he is really an old fritter in the mountain cultivation world.

There are thousands of people on a mountain peak, and there are still three or five hundred people to support them, which is not a small amount of money.

In a small wooden house in the distance, the teenager who was boxing in the courtyard was surrounded by a group of people with round shoulders and thick waists, and he was so thin that he could barely see his head.

The young man in the lead took the paper in his hand and rolled it into a bucket, and slapped the young man's face with a smile, not heavy, but very humiliating, and only after seeing that he did not act excessively did he take the twenty taels of silver from his hand that had only been distributed today.

The group left triumphantly.

The reddish boy with his cheeks slapped silently continued to punch.