The forty-eighth section selects Ling Ningfeng

At the same time, all the campaign mentors stood still and waited quietly, this once-in-a-century genius boy.

"This young man is destined to have no chance with my sect, how powerful the three major academies are, it's a pity, if this son can enter my sect, he will be able to study kendo in the future," Liu Shuzi shook his head helplessly.

"Liu Shuzi, this son is destined to be fought over by the three major academies, and we can't get it, sad and sighing," Zhentianhong said in the direction of a group of teenagers in the distance.

On the high platform, Zhang Tianlong smiled, a smile that all officials had never seen: "Okay, okay, hahaha." ”

"It's unbelievable, Jian'er's cultivation is already the strongest among his peers, I don't know if I can open the contents of that box now," Zhang Dingxiang thought to himself with a slight squint.

Among the children of the Wu family, Wu Zhifang gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Xingjian angrily.

Gradually, Zhang Xingjian glanced at him, Wu Zhifang felt a shock and roar in his mind, and subconsciously took a step back, sweating profusely on his forehead.

"This guy can't practice any spells in his eyes, and he is dizzy all of a sudden," Wu Zhifang calmed down and said.

The children of the Wu family looked at Wu Zhifang, and subconsciously looked at Zhang Xingjian, "Zhifang, are you okay?" ”

"Get out," Wu Zhifang shouted angrily.

The chief of the guard slowly walked up to the high platform, and the campaign mentors of various sects came to the high platform one after another.

"The three major academies are also on the high platform, and it can be lively now," said the people in the audience.

"This brother doesn't know something, the three major academies don't know how many years have not been on this stage, this session is not the other session can be three people at the same time, which means that they are all good to this person, Zhang's four are rarely good, but you know," a scholar said happily.

Zhang Tianlong taught the Qiankun bag to the chief of the guard, ordered the reward, and returned to his seat.

"The next candidates who pass the T-sign will go to the T-sign office with their tokens to register, and wait for the selection of the various sects," the chief of the guard said, clearing his throat.

"Next, the C-shaped candidate, go to the C-shaped registration office, and wait in the square after registration," the chief of the guard said arrogantly.

"B candidates, after registering, you will receive a Tsukidan directly, and you will wait in line in the square," the chief of the guard stopped.

The guard looked at the genius who stood out from the crowd and cleared his throat solemnly.

"Hmm, the next step is to invite those who have passed the four levels to come to the stage," the guard's words just fell, and the cheers were endless.

Zhang Xingjian came to the stage and took the Qiankun bag in the hand of the chief of the guard.

"This little friend would like to share with you how you passed the fourth level this time, what are the secrets, etc.," the head of the guard smiled.

"Read more books, I can pass the fourth level, I want to thank my Erniang, she is so good to me, she is not so good to her own son, so that she can comprehend a kind of kendo in the next pair of book practice," Zhang Xingjian just turned around and left the high platform.

All the campaigners and the audience were dumbfounded, reading books can practice, Zhang Jingyong looked at Zhang Xingjian angrily.

"Impossible, my mother won't be like this, I'm her biological son, why do you want to do this, I must ask what happened," Zhang Jingyong said jealously.

There was an uproar in the square

"Incredible, Practicing the Book"

"Look, I'll just say, it's good to read more," the scholar laughed haughtily.

"You nerd, what kind of green onion are you, other people are the four young people of the Zhang family, but they are true cultivators, and they can naturally understand the Tao when they practice books, and you can only brag when you look like a ghost," a big man intervened with disdain.

"That's it, I read nerds, you can see a way when you read books, bragging nerds, you are the first, you say yes, ahhahahaha," a middle-aged man laughed.

"That's it, it's hahaha"

The people around listened and laughed out loud.

Not long after, Li Zhenrong in the courtyard of the Zhang family listened to the words of the people talking about the things in the square, and his face was red and black.

"If he really said that, he would also make a way to the book, and the slave family would not believe it," Li Zhenrong knocked over the tea on the table in anger.

"The little one is indeed at the scene, and I saw it with my own eyes," the Zhang family trembled with fright.

"From today onwards, the study room will not be open to him, so go and inform the elders quickly," Li Zhenrong sat down angrily.

"Yes, yes, that's what the little one does," the subordinate nodded again and again.

On the square, the three major academies came to Zhang Xingjian at the same time.

"Are you willing, follow me into the Ink Academy, there are endless swordsmanship in my academy, all for you to practice," Xiao Ying waved his hand in the hand of various swordsmanship.

"I have a lot of swordsmanship in my Rite Sect Academy, and there are many swordsmanship masters among them, all of whom are from my academy," Wang Quan replied domineeringly.

"In Xia Ling Ningfeng, Huo Ying, our academy has what your Excellency needs, this is a scroll given by a master of our academy, you will know after reading it," with a light click, the scroll turned into a rune and went straight to Zhang Xingjian's forehead.

A fairy wind bone, full of white hair and long eyebrows, stroked the white beard, sat cross-legged, and the golden light behind him was brilliant.

"Young man, can I know if we have been waiting for a long time, whether I feel confused, I will use this way to talk deeply with Xiaoyou, Erzhi's cultivation is not to build a foundation, how can I expect to be able to practice divine sense, so that the old man is shocked, the old man has a practice for Xiaoyou's practice, so far no one in this hospital has practiced, please take a look," the white-eyed old man waved his sleeves.

One after another shadows appeared, a man standing, alone facing a powerful army of 100 people, one by one the sword qi transformed by divine consciousness, Zhang Xingjian looked at it with wide eyes, some sword qi was transformed by divine consciousness, and he was immediately shocked.

After a while, the hundred-strong army collapsed in an instant, and it was miserable. On the square, Zhang Xingjian suddenly woke up.

"I think this exercise will be of great use to my cultivation of my divine sense," Zhang Xinjian thought to himself, covering his forehead with his right hand.

"I choose Ling Ningfeng," Zhang Xingjian's words just fell.

The audience was in an uproar, there were not many students in Ling Ningfeng, but it was also one of the most mysterious schools, and the students who came out of Ling Ningfeng were all extraordinary.

"I didn't expect him to choose Ling Ningfeng," Zhang Liu shook his head calmly.

"Yes, I didn't expect it, it stands to reason that it should be the Ink Academy or the Rite Husband's Academy," Zhang Guanqian patted Qingqing with a fan.

Zhu Jintian, who was in the distance, smiled evilly and thought, "That's good, Ling Ningfeng, my dynasty is not afraid, sooner or later you will be a ghost under the knife." ”

"Hmph, isn't this giving me a chance to kill you," Wu Zhifang sneered.

"Extremely stupid," Zhang Tianlong said with a serious face.

"Why did Jian'er choose Ling Ningfeng," Zhang Dingxiang said when he came to Zhang Tianlong's side.

"Probably, Ling Ningfeng has a more suitable technique for him, so the guarantee is greatly reduced, no dynasty is afraid of Ling Ningfeng, hey," Zhang Tianlong shook his head and turned to leave.

Ling Ningfeng, in the past thousand years, few disciples have cultivated to the pinching god realm, and those who can cultivate to the pinching god realm are so powerful that none of the same cultivators dare to compete with them.

Most of the disciples were stuck in the pinching saint realm, and they didn't break through until they died of insufficient lifespan, so for thousands of years, no one was willing to choose Ling Ning Feng.

In the eyes of other families, a good genius is no longer afraid of any storms in the Zhang family, and some people are worried about Zhang Xingjian.