readx;? Originally, he wanted to pull Bai Buning into the water and ask Bai Bining to help bring the newcomer, but Ling Xiaoye didn't expect that Bai Buning was so old and spicy, and he used the rules to pull Ling Xiaoye into the water. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that he doesn't want to bring these new disciples, it's that he doesn't have time. However, last time in the Treasure Palace, he had already sold more than a thousand Qi Gathering Pills, and he had recovered a lot of money, and he might have offended other people, so Ling Xiaoye decided to go there again next month. This month, let the machine spirit Ruochen and Lao Jia do whatever they want, anyway, just collect the money when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiaoye also happily agreed, and said, "Okay, according to what Elder Bai said, we will hold a competition to select disciples now, and then I will personally take them to practice!"

"Master, this is not appropriate!"

Guo Ming's face was worried, but he wanted to stop talking, and was interrupted by Bai Buning, and said: "What's wrong? Which head doesn't personally guide his disciples? The rules here, I, the elder, know best!"

Guo Mingxin wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ling Xiaoye and said, "Mingxin, you go and prepare, and let all the new disciples wait for me in the martial arts arena." ”

"Yes, sir!"

When Guo Mingxin heard Ling Xiaoye say this, he immediately got up and walked out.

There were only two people left in the room, Ling Xiaoye and Bai Buning. But the two fell silent all of a sudden, and sat down in their chairs, looking at this and that.

Until Ling Xiaoye smiled and said, "I really thank Elder Bai for his return!"

"Don't, I'm not here to see your feelings, don't get me wrong. I just want to come back and see how rotten Qinglanmen is. ”

The fourth elder looked at Ling Xiaoye and said again: "Really, I don't have a cup of tea!

"Haha! Elder Bai has worked hard. Why don't you wait, I'll ask the disciples of the Miscellaneous Hall to pick up some medicinal tea, boil some water, and bring it to you to taste?"

"No, I'd better go and inspect the mountain gate, you go and get busy with yours. Remember, as the head of the sect, you must have your own disciples, otherwise once you leave, there will be no successor, and this sect will fall into contradictions again. ”

"Thank you, Elder, for the point!"

"Well, I'm gone, too!"

As soon as Bai Buning finished speaking, he went outside.

Ling Xiaoye moved his hands and feet, breathed in the fresh air on the mountain, and suddenly felt refreshed, and also left the master's residence and went to the martial arts arena.

When he arrived at the martial arts arena, the disciples he had recruited last month were already waiting there.

"Is everyone done?"

Ling Xiaoye asked Guo Mingxin, and Guo Mingxin nodded, indicating that they had arrived. Ling only said to these disciples at this time, "You have been in the sect for more than a month, you should have learned a lot of basic mental techniques and martial arts, right?"

The disciples below nodded one after another.

"Very good, now, I am going to select ten disciples to be my disciples. However, this is to be assessed. ”

Ling Xiaoye glanced at it for a while, and then continued: "If there are those who are willing to learn formation and swordsmanship, raise your hand!"

According to Ling Xiaoye's thoughts, some of these new disciples were not suitable for being martial artists, but they were suitable for weak cultivators like alchemists and refiners. Moreover, the Qinglan Sect also needs to cultivate this kind of disciple now, lest there be no one who can refine the pill weapon, and the sect will not be able to develop.

Moreover, these disciples have been observing Guo Mingxin for more than a month, and they have already understood about it, and they have also explained it to these disciples. After all, most of the new disciples who came to Qinglan Sect had qualifications below the three pulse marks, that is, they were not very suitable for cultivating martial arts.

These new disciples were already very grateful to Qinglanmen for taking them in, and their own conditions did not allow it, so at this time, there were not many people who raised their hands, probably only about twenty people.

"These twenty disciples, please go up to the high platform on the edge of the martial arts arena!"

Ling Xiaoye gave an order, and these disciples who raised their hands walked out of the crowd and went up to the high platform, waiting for Ling Xiaoye's new instructions.

Ling Xiaoye took out the flying knife, then gave one to each disciple, and then said, "Line up!"

The disciples holding the flying knives lined up and dispersed, continuing to wait for Ling Xiaoye's next instructions.

"If you look at the knives in your hands, they're all the same. Ling Xiaoye said as he walked towards the front where the disciples were standing, and said, "Wait a minute, you guys try to hit the flying knife, and if you hit me, you can enter the next round of assessment!"

"Master, is that good?"

He An, this guy asked.

"Haha, don't worry, with your current strength, it's a problem to hit me, don't think about it, you can hurt the head of Ben. ”

Ling Xiaoye finally stood in a two-and-a-half-zhang position and answered the question with a smile.

"Start on the left, one by one!"

Ling Xiaoye pointed to the left, signaling to start with the disciple over there.

As soon as the first disciple made a move, he took it out directly, and the flying knives were all crooked.

As soon as the second disciple threw it out, the force was much smaller, and before it was two zhang away, the flying knife fell to the ground.

The third is He An, this kid's technique is okay, the flying knife is thrown very accurately, but he was pinched by Ling Xiaoye with one hand.

The fourth is Han Ziqi, this so-called "Han family waste", which is almost the same as He An, and he threw it accurately, but he was also caught by Ling Xiaoye with a flying knife.

Twenty disciples threw the flying knives once, seven of them missed, three of them couldn't throw two zhang, and the rest were okay, they could all hit Ling Xiaoye, but these flying knives were all caught by Ling Xiaoye one by one.

After the flying knife assessment was completed, Ling Xiaoye decided on the next assessment: let each of these twenty people take a sword and practice their own best moves. Or, slash Ling Xiaoye with a sword.

The disciples in the audience, Guo Mingxin is teaching them the mental method.

The disciples on the stage were holding the long swords refined in the refining room, practicing one after another.

Ling Xiaoye was on the side, carefully watching the details of each disciple's recruitment and recruitment, and finding out their flaws.

After half an hour, except for He An and Han Ziqi, who had not practiced swordsmanship, they were left to the end by Ling Xiaoye, and the other eighteen disciples had already completed the practice.

At this time, Ling Xiaoye asked He An to come out and said, "Now, you pick up the sword in your hand and slash at me!"

"Master, I don't dare!" The long sword in He An's hand also followed his hand, trembling.

"Haha, manly man, don't be afraid! you can hit me, it's almost impossible. Don't worry, use your all!"

Ling Xiaoye smiled slightly, and motioned for He An to attack with a sword.

"Ahh

He An, this kid roared, holding the long sword in both hands, and quickly ran to Ling Xiaoye's side, slashing indiscriminately.

Ling Xiaoye dodged left and right, easily dodging He An's attack. He also did not forget to observe He An's methods and expressions.

He An'an was engrossed, wielding his long sword desperately, wanting to hit this boss with one blow, but he couldn't do it. I worked hard for a long time, but I didn't even touch a single hair of Ling Xiaoye!

However, He An did not give up, but adjusted his position and kept "driving" Ling Xiaoye to the edge of the high platform. In the end, this kid was in a hurry, sprinting, and wanted to stab Ling Xiaoye's stomach, but Ling Xiaoye turned sideways and dodged him. However, He An's body was uncontrollable and fell to the bottom of the high platform.

Ling Xiaoye hurriedly turned around and grabbed He An's thigh with one hand, so as not to let He An fall.

However, He An's long sword lightly hit Ling Xiaoye's arm, and the kid suddenly laughed and said, "Hehe, boss, I hit you!"

Ling Xiaoye pulled He An up, and laughed dumbly, this kid actually used a bitter plan, and it seemed that he had also planned hard. At this point, Ling Xiaoye seemed to see his own shadow, and for the sake of the end, he could do whatever it took to injure the enemy, even if it was to gain the enemy's sympathy.

Ling pondered for a moment, for a long time, fighting with masters, it was basically cautious, for fear that one mistake would lose his life; on the contrary, fighting against those who were not strong would be paralyzed a lot, and he felt that these people would not cause much harm, and this situation was even easier to be plotted.

After thinking about it, Ling Xiaoye secretly reminded himself not to be careless, so he called the last person to attack him.

The last one is the Han Zi period, who didn't know how many hardships he had gone through before he climbed to Qinglan Gate and worshiped the "waste wood" under the door.

"Do your best, don't be afraid!"

Han Ziqi didn't have He An's desperate energy, but like He An, his expression was solemn, as if he was thinking about how to attack Ling Xiaoye.

This little guy didn't use bitter tricks, but wanted to trip Ling Xiaoye, but the result was not as good as he wanted, and he didn't even touch the corner of Ling Xiaoye's clothes.

After a long time of trying, Han Ziqi was out of breath, but he didn't hit Ling Xiaoye.

"That's it!"

Ling Xiaoye announced with a smile.

"No, sir, I still want to try! give me a little more time!"

On Han Ziqi's face, an unconvinced and resolute look appeared, which made Ling Xiaoye smile: "Then give you another stick of incense!"

"Okay!

Han Ziqi said this, then picked up the long sword again, gritted his teeth, and attacked Ling Xiaoye. This little guy kept wanting Ling Xiaoye to fall, or wanted Ling Xiaoye to turn sideways, and then with a move, the long sword slashed out diagonally.

It's a pity that these playing styles and ideas were all clearly understood by Ling Xiaoye, and Han Ziqi couldn't hit Ling Xiaoye at all.

In the end, Ling Xiaoye announced once again that the time had come. But Han Ziqi was still unconvinced and wanted to continue.

Ling Xiaoye looked at this sweaty child, and had no choice but to smile bitterly: "On the battlefield, there is no chance for you again." ”

Han Ziqi had no choice but to hang his head, take the long sword, and return to the ranks of his disciples.

For the sake of fairness, Ling Xiaoye still decided to conduct the third assessment.

He took out the phantom array disk that Agugula had bored before, which was the kind of small magic array at the most basic level, which was used to test who of these disciples could break the formation in the shortest possible time.