Nothing was said all night.

The overnight inspection did not make any real progress except for verifying some of his guesses.

However, this is not enough!

Today is the first day that the Silkworm Sect has opened its sect to recruit disciples.

As soon as the sun shines its first rays from the horizon, people keep rushing to the registration point.

The first two days are the registration day, and the registration requirements are very simple, just three o'clock.

Cultivation must reach the foundation, but it cannot exceed the Qi Transformation Realm, check that the soul has not been controlled by any soul spell, and must be a human race.

As one of the top sects in the mainland, the Silkworm Sect has its own means to distinguish and verify.

Of course, there are some cultivators who are talented in the Three Realms of the Heavenly Realm, and the sect will also recruit them to enter.

However, the question of age that was previously required was not stated in the admission conditions this time.

It seems that in order to deal with the invasion of demons, these sects are ready to do their best to collect more power for their own use!

It's a pity that with so many scattered practices, no one knows that this catastrophe is coming.

Otherwise, it's hard to say whether so many people will come to sign up!

The registration location is located diagonally opposite the castle lord's mansion and is called Cocoon Temple.

This is a large courtyard covering an area of dozens of acres, and the courtyard wall is hundreds of zhang long along the street.

In the middle of the courtyard wall is the gatehouse of about 200 zhang, and there are hundreds of doorways under the gatehouse.

In front of each doorway, a group of people lined up neatly under the shouts of the disciples of the Silkworm Sect, moving slowly inside.

Minute by minute, time passed slowly.

It was nearly noon, and the contact point creaked, and the door opened.

But he and four other strongholders were dressed as foot merchants.

At this time, he was dressed in a clean plain robe, with a jade ring in his hand, looking like an owner, and a small servant behind him.

The other three were pushing a cart with goods on it.

The five went out.

The stealthy thunderbolt also quietly followed.

But he didn't see Fei Liu here.

In the other three footholds, each has a receiver who leads the people from the stronghold to a certain place.

Some dressed as husband and wife, looking like visiting relatives and friends.

Some of them are like acquaintances, traveling in groups, and want to come here to sign up for the silkworm gate entrance test.

Some of them traveled like sons of families from small places, followed by a few bodyguards with low cultivation.

Some are fast, some are slow, and they all go to one place.

And the disciples arranged by the Silkworm Gate, in order to prevent exposure, also followed them in turn all the way.

If someone looks from above, all the people in the stronghold, the direction they are traveling in is the registration point.

And such a group of people is not only these four groups!

Rather, there are nearly twenty groups.

At the moment, some of them are on their way, while others are already waiting in line for testing.

Outside the team, in the crowd of onlookers, one person was wearing a gray robe with a hood that deeply covered his face.

If you can see through his hood, you can find that this person is about thirty years old, with a stiff expression, a flat face and a small nose, eyes like an eagle falcon, and a mid-stage cultivation of the gods, who is a flat-faced gray-robed person.

But seeing that his face was indifferent, he looked like he was in his chest.

Not far from it, a man in the same gray robe was looking around in the crowd, under the hood, with short hair and an evil face, it was the person who was stirring up trouble in the inn.

"It seems that the disappeared cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods have all appeared!"

Fei Liu muttered softly.

"It's just a group of clowns who jump off the beam, and four juniors who practice gods dare to come to my sect to make trouble! ”

Ye Chengliang took a sip of wine and said contemptuously.

"Hehe, seniors are out, these clowns naturally have nowhere to hide, and their efforts are in vain!"

"You kid, you really have a mouth that can slap horses, but I can't stop me from liking!"

"The juniors just tell the truth. ”

At this time, in the air hundreds of feet away from the courtyard, several white clouds are resting here.

On one of the clouds, Ye Chengliang sat cross-legged, sipping wine from time to time, while Fei Liu and Li Qingfeng stood respectfully behind him, and the three of them chatted and looked at the bustle and sneakiness below.

A layer of soundproof magic enveloped the three of them.

And when Li Qingfeng heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but feel a burst of contempt in his heart.

This kid is right to say that he is kind, to say that he is slippery and very good at trouble, to say that he is smart, to understand many things a little, and to love to ponder by himself.

It's a little hard to see which one is his true character.

Li Qingfeng may not know that he doesn't know when he started to be interested in Fei Liu.

Although this interest has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women, but the relationship between men and women does not start because of interest?

In the morning, after Fei Liu's visit, he happened to meet Li Qingfeng who was leading a patrol.

So, she quietly told her discovery and speculation again, and as a result, Li Qingfeng took the disciples in the door to follow Fei Liu.

Not long after he went out, Ye Chengliang found the two of them, so he had the scene in front of him.

"Are you sure they're all here today?"

"Yes, seniors, according to various dynamics, I judge that they will definitely come here today, this is their only chance!"

"Hey~ What a vicious soul curse!"

"Senior, what kind of soul spell is this? can't even you break it?"

"The evil thing about this spell is that as long as the person who casts the spell dies, all the people who are cursed will also die, and what is even more vicious is that even the person who casts the spell cannot lift the curse, this is a death curse!"

Ye Chengliang took a sip of wine, shook his head, and continued.

"The only way to solve the spell is that one's own cultivation can also reach the realm of returning to the void! Because this spell is planted by the person who has returned to the realm, and when he cultivates himself to reach the realm of returning to the realm, he can automatically solve this spell and obtain a free body!"

"Shhh...... This Blood Seal Temple is really vicious! These Eight Kings are simply exterminating humanity!"

Fei Liu and Li Qingfeng gasped, only to feel a chill in their backs.

If this force becomes more and more powerful, even if there is no Eight Kings Trouble, it may turn the entire cultivation world upside down!

This is just Qiao Xiancheng, how many people are they hiding on the main road?

Now that all major sects are recruiting disciples, how many troubles will this Snow Seal Temple provoke.

"It's time for the show to begin, go ahead and do what you planned. ”

"Yes!"

Fei Liu and Li Qingfeng left quietly.

......

The man surnamed Chang and the other three were smiling and chatting happily while looking at the street scene, looking like foreign tourists.

"Oh, Brother Zeng, we have to speed up! The people who signed up today must be crowded, let's go late, don't be unregistered, this is a rare opportunity!"

The man surnamed Chang kept urging the man next to him.

When the people on the street heard this, they were a group of outsiders who wanted to enter the silkworm gate.

I really envy them!

Two foundations and two gases all meet the first qualification.

The man surnamed Zeng, who was called Zeng's brother, was more than 30 years old, with a relatively bloated figure, slightly gorgeous clothes, average appearance, and his eyes kept looking east and west.

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[The weekend is just a day away.

Today, "Si Lingtu" has also reached 300,000 words. For a person who is not highly productive, nearly three months, at least 100,000 words per month, is also a lot of pressure and motivation.

The plot of the second part is accelerating and I will continue to update it as always. I look forward to your book friends recommending a lot, thank you. 】